C117 Nine Yin Divine Liquid

"Do you have a death wish?"

Faang Qing's cheeks were ablaze as she glared at Lee Yifan with eyes that could ignite a fire.

She hadn't anticipated Lee Yifan's audacity to actually embrace her thigh.

Lee Yifan didn't release his grip; instead, he clung on even more tightly and declared with conviction, "Director Faang, go ahead and kill me