Huangfu Ye stood beside Qiao Si, clicking his tongue twice. This woman is truly rare in this world; look at that slim waist, it really seems like he could clasp it with one hand. Saying she has skin like ice and bones of jade wouldn't be an exaggeration.
"Xue Er..." Qiao Si suddenly murmured.
Huangfu Ye snapped back to his senses at that call, nearly stumbling, as goosebumps arose all over him. "Damn, you've seen a ghost, haven't you, there's no Xue Er..."
Huangfu Ye suddenly stopped talking. Damn, how come that woman looks a bit like Gong Xue?
Qiao Si suddenly chuckled lowly, turned around, and walked away despondently.
Gong Xue is dead. He could never forget the scene when he pushed the door open back then, the heavy stench of blood assaulted him, and the bedroom floor was covered in blood as if all the blood in Gong Xue's body had been drained.
