Chapter 610: These Arch-Enemies (3)

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That haughty gaze was like that of a freshly unsheathed ancient sword, intimidating yet utterly mesmerizing.

Feng Qinglang paused to look at her for a while before walking over, snatching the glass from her hand, setting it on the table, and angrily said, "You're on the brink of death, yet you still drink? Come back with me!"

"Come back with you? Who do you think you are?"

Leng Wanxin tilted her drunken eyes, her lips curving up in disdain as she asked.

"Leng Wanxin! Don't pretend to be drunk with me!"

Feng Qinglang reached out angrily to grab her hand.

She forcefully pulled her hand out of his and raised it—

"Slap—"

Feng Qinglang's handsome face was fiercely slapped, a stinging pain burning his cheek.

He covered his cheek, shouting angrily, "Leng Wanxin, have you gone mad? How dare you hit me?"

"Yes, I hit you. If you don't like it, hit me back!"

Leng Wanxin lifted her chin, her gaze slanted and provocative.

Feng Qinglang raised his hand...