It's somewhat intriguing, but I hope...
Mo Li took out a straw doll from the storage ring, which, astonishingly, bore a striking seven-tenths resemblance to Su Bei. It was covered with countless tiny holes from needle pricks.
Then, gripping the dagger tightly, she viciously stabbed into a certain part of the straw figure, causing its legs to splay apart even more.
I just hope it isn't what I'm thinking.
Mo Li gently leaned against the bedhead, her jade arm propping her chin, her cold, clear eyes fixating on the straw doll in her hand, in utmost tranquility.
As she regarded the straw figure before her, an unhealthy blush involuntarily rose on her cheeks. She brought the doll close to her nose and breathed in deeply, droplets of saliva unconsciously flowing down from her vermilion lips, dampening the doll.
Perhaps it was the memory of the bowl of dumplings her Master had eaten the previous night.
"Master, how is your disciple to kill you..."
