Ran Qingchen's eyes swirled with black mist, brimming with murderous intent, her gaze sharp as two daggers, stabbing directly at Jiang Shouzhong with boundless fury and hatred.
"Then kill me."
A faint smile emerged at the corner of Jiang Shouzhong's lips.
He slowly raised his hand, attempting to touch the woman's jade-like, delicate face...
Ran Qingchen's fingers gradually tightened, veins bulging on her hand, her breathing becoming rapid. Her hand was as cold as a winter's ice, the chill piercing through the skin and stabbing into the bone.
The moment the man's fingertips finally brushed against the woman's delicate cheek, Ran Qingchen suddenly exerted her strength, unleashing a powerful force from her hand.
Jiang Shouzhong, like a fallen leaf, was mercilessly flung away, arcing through the air before crashing to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Do you believe I would actually kill you!"
The woman roared in anger.
