one that pricked readily.

The woman looked as if she were ready to bite.
The actress glanced at the actor quizzically, and when her gaze returned to the door, she could see the woman staring intimidatingly at her.
It was not a lethal look, but she could sense the latter’s hostility as if she had invaded the woman’s territory and demanded her to leave immediately.

Lin Xueya slowly walked into the room in her high heels.
The sound of them knocking against the floor with every step of hers seemed to pierce the man on the bed.

“What are you doing here?”

“Why? Why can’t I come here?”

The lady sniggered and glanced briefly at the actress before returning her eyes onto the actor.

Her exquisite makeup, especially her dark and defined eyes, somehow looked frightening enough to send chills down one’s spine when coupled with the frosty smile on her face.

Her beauty was obnoxious and intimidating.

Come to think of it; Song Enya might also be described as elegant and graceful, but the young missy could not hold a candle next to the lady here.

The elegance was inherent and oozed effortlessly from this woman.
Only a true blue-blood could hold such natural charisma.

He pulled his lips taut momentarily before replying awkwardly, “I thought you’re in Japan.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that you got injured?”

The lady asked as she walked up and stared down at the actress next to the bed.

“This is my seat.” The woman standing was heard speaking with her red lips barely moving.

Yun Shishi was momentarily dazed.

“Give way.”

A command followed suit.
The woman was proud and regal, without a trace of courtesy in her words.

The artist replied with a smile, “I’m feeding him porridge because he’s hungry.”

“I didn’t say you could speak.”

Looking displeased, the woman leaned over and asked her assistant, “Yuqi, who is this woman?”

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