"I can't bear to kill you?"
Nie Jiang reached out and pinched Leng Qing's neck. He looked at her in amusement and said angrily.
"Leng Qing, don't be conceited. Do you really think that I'm in love with you?"
Leng Qing reached out and grabbed his wrist. She looked at Ye Fusu, who had run far away, and felt much more at ease.
She looked at Nie Jiang without fear. She even looked at him provocatively. "Nie Jiang, kill me if you can. Otherwise, I will continue to be arrogant."
"Only by killing me can you prove that you haven't fallen in love with a lowly woman that you don't even care about."
Her gaze was empty, and her eyes were filled with the determination to destroy everything with him.
Where did she get her confidence from?
Where did her confidence come from?
Nie Jiang tightened his fingers. For a moment, he really wanted to strangle her like this.