"Oh, it's the little girl from the Jiang Family."
Su Shijun, an Upper House Member of the Moon Council, immediately spotted that solitary and brilliant red on the grass. There was a hint of surprise in her voice, along with a smile.
Zheng Qing swiftly withdrew his gaze and looked at the witch on the golden seat.
The next second, he let out a muffled groan and quickly lowered his gaze—today, Su Shijun wasn't wearing glasses, and she was wearing makeup! Heaven knows how much stimulation this close gaze caused the young warlock. He felt as if his heart had been twisted like a towel.
Just a second ago, he was suffocating from fear; the next second, he forgot how to breathe because of the unbearable beauty. Two completely different emotions seemed like two large hands, gripping both ends of his heart and twisting it forcefully.
Bang!
