Everyone present looked confused, except for Qiao Zijing, whose expression turned dark in an instant.
The bruise from the previous night's encounter with Lin Xingzhu was still evident around her eyes, though it was heavily concealed with makeup.
But after enduring such pain, Qiao Zijing felt increasingly resentful, the fire of jealousy and anger simmering within her.
No one knew that she had noticed Bai Xiying long ago.
Like a begonia blooming in the morning, untouched by dust, she was pure and beautiful, like a distant moon in the sky.
Qiao Zijing knew she was reckless and unworthy of someone so clean and lovely, so she had kept her distance, silently observing.
She thought she could continue this way.
—Until last weekend.
No one knew the despair she felt the moment she learned that Lin Xingzhu had gotten close to Bai Xiying, nor the furious anger that followed.
As the begonia fell into the dust, the purity of her heart was completely shattered!
Since the moon had fallen and was no longer pure and bright, why couldn't she?
Why couldn't she?!
Qiao Zijing gritted her teeth, her body trembling uncontrollably with rage.
"Yes, I do love it," Qiao Zijing said hoarsely, desperately trying to suppress the chilling aura on her face.
"But what I love most is the feeling of rotten flowers blooming on clean skin." She wore a look of intoxication.
The surrounding crowd was taken aback by her terrifying expression.
Damn, I always knew Qiao Zijing had some quirks, but I never realized she was this twisted!
Some slightly more rational individuals couldn't stand the atmosphere and, seeing that the main person wasn't paying attention, crouched down to sneak away.
Just as they reached the door, an arm suddenly blocked their path.
Looking up, they found Shang Zengrou's forced smile right in front of them.
"..."
Lin Xingzhu tilted her head, remaining calm: "Is that so?"
She feigned deep thought for a moment, then swiftly snatched the rope from Qiao Zijing's hand like a bolt of lightning.
"What should we do? I actually think the sound of the rope hitting flesh is quite pleasing," Lin Xingzhu said with a smile.
As her words fell, she swung her arm, the rope slicing through the air with a sharp sound, immediately followed by a muffled thud as it struck flesh.
"Ah—!"
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After Transmigrating into a book, I Was Played By a Black Lotus
RomanceDisclaimer~ I do not claim ownership of this story. It has only been translated and polished for reading here. Lin Xingzhu has been transmigrated into a Book. She found herself in an action romance novel as the cannon fodder coveting the main charac...
Chapter 8: Lessons
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