Ling Lu always bristled with thorns when facing the Ling Family. Her brilliant, beautiful eyes held a biting chill, like the dark, flickering gleam of an unsheathed blade.
At this moment, she was slumped weakly in Ling Yanye’s arms, unconscious. Her eyes were tightly shut, her features serene; she looked far more soft and docile than she ever did in her waking hours.
Ling Yanye settled her into the back seat of the car, a look of satisfaction crossing his face. Ling Lu was truly more pleasing to the eye when she was being submissive. He grabbed a few tissues and gave a sloppy wipe to the blood oozing from the back of his head. *Hiss.* The girl had a heavy hand.
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