Gongyang Jin followed the instruction and pulled open her clothes, revealing her smooth, fair back.
On skin as lustrous as suet jade, there was a single horrifying wound emitting a faint black aura.
"You have some nerve, daring to take advantage of me. Once you finish looking, I'll ruin your eyes."
Gongyang Jin smiled faintly and said.
If she could keep her mouth shut, from a distance, she would absolutely be a stunning beauty capable of toppling nations.
Unfortunately, once she spoke, the whole atmosphere changed dramatically.
That kind of smiling, casually murderous witch—such a description fits Gongyang Jin.
Han Zhan pressed his lips together without speaking.
He couldn't tell when Gongyang Jin was telling the truth or lying, so he chose to ignore her.
Han Zhan placed his hand on Gongyang Jin's wound, causing her whole body to tremble slightly.
Not due to pain.
