"You've got it wrong there; I only care about good stuff. For someone like you, a cold-blooded assassin, I've no heart," Qin Xue said, still startled from earlier. Every time it tries to sneak attack and expects her to treat it well—how's that possible?
"They say a woman's heart is the most venomous, and they're not wrong. It's referring to women like you," Red Snake rolled over and crawled up.
"You're spot-on, that's exactly the kind of woman I am. So, what are you going to do about it?" Qin Xue didn't feel there was anything wrong with being described that way and admitted it openly.
"I've noticed, your face is remarkably thick," Red Snake rose up, snakehead held high, looking at Qin Xue.
"What do you expect? If my face weren't thick, how could I keep you under control?" Qin Xue withdrew from Chu Molin's embrace, pulling him over to sit at the table.
