Beiming Han didn't intend to entertain her and continued to walk towards his bedroom. Long Xuxu obstructed his way, leaning on the door frame.
"Ha ha.....still as cold and ruthless, are you?. Ah, I just love your cold ruthless demeanor!" As Long Xuxu attempted to lightly brush her hand against Beiming Han's chest, he stepped back. His gaze swept across her, coldly warning, "You'd better stop playing games! Otherwise...I wouldn't hesitate to kill you!"
"Come on then, strike me down. To die in your hands would be a fitting end!" Long Xuxu kept closing the distance.
"Don't you think I won't dare!" Beiming Han's eyes flashed with intense murderous intent. If she moved any closer, he would not hesitate to shed her blood.
Naturally, Long Xuxu did not dare to truly provoke him. She stepped back and folded her arms across her chest. She wore a form-fitting pink cheongsam that accentuated her figure, her long curls loosely gathered to one side, and her smile oozed ambiguity.
