C223 The Danger of Nesting

"Trash?" Zhao Qingyan got up, and before he could react, his cold fingers had already grabbed his throat and pressed him against the wall behind him. "I remember that I said it was best not to mention those two words in front of me ever again."

The scent of orchids brought not relaxation but the suffocation of death. Her slender fingers were clamped tightly around his throat