Confronting Jin Jiaxin's smug and twisted smile, Xia Yanxin was furious, "Jin Jiaxin, I warn you, one day, you'll end up like your older sister, I will make your death a miserable one."
"Yo, yo, yo, look at that… the fire's coming up with a vengeance. Seems like the drug's kicking in; I must have underestimated the dosage. You're a hundred times more desperate than I thought! But hey, take it easy! This handsome young guy might look like your husband, but he's several years younger. He's fresh meat! Don't ruin him, hahaha!" Jin Jiaxin laughed so hard she doubled over, each word more malicious and explicit than the last.
True to Jin Jiaxin's mocking provocation, Xia Yanxin felt a flame igniting in her heart, inexplicably agitated, her mouth parched, and her vision starting to blur.
