Hiss—
The collarbone jutted out, like a snake striking the neck. Huang Zhaoyue's hands fiercely gripped the man's black hair beneath her chin, staring at the curtain with fox-grey eyes that finally rippled, filled with a terrifying killing intent.
It seemed as if, in the next moment, she would crush the skull of the man in her arms to relieve the pent-up frustration and bitter hatred in her heart.
Tap—Tap—
Outside the changing room door, there came a leisurely sound of heels tapping on the ground.
The young man with the folding fan walked slowly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, gradually closing in.
Huang Zhaoyue also possessed a similar spiritual vision ability to the Bronze Destructive Eye.
Though not as heaven-defying as Xia Feng, who could see everything with clarity, it was enough to make out the silhouette of the folding fan youth.
Knock-knock—the folding fan youth reached out and knocked twice on the doorframe, then turned back and asked, "What's inside here?"
