The man's handsome face suddenly turned ice-cold to the extreme, "Are you sure you want to oppose me for his sake, even to the point of risking your own life?"
No one knew that the lump in his throat was almost grinding out blood.
The deep black eyes brimmed with murderous intent, as if he were Asura from Hell.
Even with mental preparation, Mu Yin couldn't help but shiver.
But, at this moment, she couldn't back down, "Yes!"
Bo Fengheng laughed furiously in response; he licked his blood-red lips and spoke as if he were the Devil, "Good, very good. I said if you dare betray me, I'll chop you up and feed you to the dogs. Today, I'll take his life, and if you've got the guts, die with him."
Her heart had room for anyone but him.
Everything was just a pretense, including getting drunk—it was all about deceiving him.
Bo Fengheng had never been taken by a woman in his life, except for her.
But she trampled upon him time and again!
In front of her, he was worthless.
