Dugu Chanyi's heart was filled with a dead-ash-like despair, even faintly numb, letting it be, with only the physiological reaction of rejection to vomit because of the foreign object in her mouth.
Suddenly, at this moment, she felt the strength of this shameless Confucian scholar seemed to lighten a bit...
Dugu Chanyi attempted to spit out the handkerchief from her mouth.
He didn't notice? A good chance...
Dugu Chanyi had no time to be happy, the next second she suddenly turned her head fiercely and bit the man's right arm that had gradually become still in front, and he neither retreated nor shied away, allowing her to bite down accurately.
Only within three breaths.
There was fresh blood seeping out between the man's skin and muscle and the woman's sharp teeth, quietly flowing down,
the heart of the exquisitely beautiful widow filled with a mixture of hate and joy.
