The closest person to her apart from her mother (1:

The Lou family's old house.

Next to the huge fireplace, on the tasseled beige leather sofa, a woman in sexy pajamas with her long legs crossed was swirling a wine glass in her hand. The dark red liquid in the glass moved with her movements.

On the other sofa sat a man with a dull expression. His long black hair reached his shoulders, and his eyes were like a deep pool. Being stared at by him was like being stared at by a poisonous snake, which made one's blood run cold.

However, the woman wasn't afraid at all. Her melodious female voice was charming, like the sea demon in the legends that could capture people's souls.

"How is it?"

The man stared straight at her, his fingers rubbing the glass, but his voice was not very pleasant. that woman is fine.

Lou qingyue curled her lips. as expected.

She didn't want to kill her. After all, what was the fun in killing her directly?