When Chen Yuqi saw Zhang Shi'ai's passionate dance, the discomfort in her body intensified, and her brows furrowed unnaturally.
Disgust, antipathy, nausea, and an inexplicable hint of jealousy.
In Hell, Fallen Angels and Enchanting Demons are sworn enemies.
This elusive instinctive nature was perfectly grafted onto the two women with the consumption of the Desire Potion.
"See, you also think she's a flirt, don't you?" Song Qianqian said unhappily upon seeing Chen Yuqi's expression.
Chen Yuqi asked,
"Is she also from the South Sea?"
Song Qianqian nodded and opened her phone's chat interface:
"I used a hundred personal photos to get my ace in the hole to find this little slut's address and tell me."
Chen Yuqi glanced at the phone chat interface, which displayed an address.
She memorized it silently.
A malicious smile appeared on Song Qianqian's face:
"Cutting off one's livelihood is like killing one's parents!
I really want to find someone to tear her face apart!"
