Anger overwhelmed his last line of defense; the wall of reason completely collapsed. When longing turned into madness, when madness turned into obsession, and obsession into rage, his bloodthirsty eyes revealed their original ferocity, his tongue flicking out, he completely transformed into a demon. His disheveled hair covered his blood-stained face, his green robe fluttering in the wind, exuding a bloodthirsty aura with every flick of his sleeve. Panic ensued as everyone prepared for battle, except for her, who stood unchanged in her stance, her expression serene, a slight smile on her lips, a hint of ripple in her calm lake-like eyes. “Xiaotu, if I do not have you today, I swear I will not rest, and I will raze this Silver Mist Mountain.” Upon hearing this, the crowd was even more shocked; they did not expect his target to be her. “Get me, Liu Qing, I am not a toy, not an object for you to take at will!” She seemed somewhat annoyed, her previously calm silver eyes now blazing with anger. No, he never saw her as a toy; in his heart, she was never an object, very sure, very certain, even before, he never regarded her as such, for in his heart, she was always special. “So what, in my eyes, Liu Qing, you are just a toy that catches my interest. Rest assured, I will not give up on you until I’ve had my fill.” Once the words were spoken, they could not be taken back; the deed was done…
He succeeded; she was truly enraged. Her white hair fluttered as cherry blossom petals, each emitting a clear fragrance, flew out from her sleeves, transforming into steel-like blades, shooting towards him. He nimbly turned, setting up a barrier, and an intense aerial battle ensued. Anyone with eyes could see that Liu Qing was holding back, avoiding full force, clearly not wanting to hurt her. In the fleeting moment they brushed past each other, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her tightly against his hot chest, confining her…
