Mu Qingqing stood motionless, her eyes fixed on him as he spoke. Despite her outward composure, her body trembled with a mix of fear and anger. Her heart felt like it was on fire, fueled by a burning desire for revenge.
She advanced towards him with measured steps, her eyes burning with intensity. As she closed the distance between them, her voice rang out, piercing the oppressive silence that hung in the air.
"And what is your next move," she questioned. "Are you going to kill me?"
"Of course not, baby. I love you," he confessed, his crazy eyes watching her every move.
"But I am the part of the Mu family. If you want to be the king, you have to kill me," she said, her voice icy cold.
Mo Qinhe smirked, completely unfazed, as she advanced towards him with her eyes full of hate. Even at such a young age, he was full of confidence as he spoke. "My love, what's a king without his queen? And you are my queen. Don't worry, love, I will never hurt you."
