"My dearest person is the very one I most wish to kill."
This was the knot in Yi Qingyan's heart, a mixture of a young girl's desires and emotions, both yearned for and feared, from which sprang her twisted wishes.
Cen Dongsheng couldn't help but fall silent.
He suddenly understood why Sister Zhi Zhen had planned this incident—she must have long noticed this forbidden desire deep within Yi Qingyan's heart.
For elder sister, the thought of her little sister harboring such feelings and clinging to her side every day was undoubtedly unacceptable.
Being the target King Pingdeng most wanted to kill created an extraordinary psychological pressure.
Yet...
The soft and delicate body in his arms grew slightly warm, his nose catching the faint fragrance of the beautiful girl; she could be kissed, hugged, more intimate things could be done, and she wouldn't refuse.
Her pitiable charm slowly relaxed his body, stiff with murderous intention.