He is like a wolf spider with a peculiar appetite; no butterfly caught in his web could ever escape.
Outside the balustrade, the Bazhou moat that had been flowing for centuries lapped against the banks, producing a momentum not inferior to that of the sea. Xia You's body from the navel up was lifted out over the railing by Lin Yi.
The cunning of a fox and the scent of a wolf defined Lin Yi, the most formidable opponent Xia You had faced in recent years.
"I choose Ren Minghang," Xia You softly voiced her response.
Lin Yi stared at her, an ironic smile hanging at the corners of his mouth. It should have been a satisfying answer, but he was not pleased.
"You should be satisfied with this answer," Xia You said as she wrapped her arms around Lin Yi's neck and slid back down his body to her original position. Her hand touched Lin Yi's chin; the stubble he had shaven off in the morning was once again sprouting.
