Qinling's expression was one of disgust. Just from her face, Kang Feng knew she'd seen right through him.
That pig was thinking something obscene—it was obvious to her.
As if the situation wasn't irritating enough… She'd crossed this infernal desert, braved storms and voracious creatures, and for what? To find out this wretch had already gotten his hands on the Soul Peaches. Unacceptable.
"You'd better hand them over, Kang."
"I've already used them," he replied with a smirk, his eyes gleaming provocatively. "But… I could make an exception for Lady Qinling ~"
His tone, his gaze… everything about him oozed arrogance and perversion.
"You—"
[Ling'er, it would be wise not to provoke them. I couldn't protect you.]
Her brother's voice echoed in her mind, calm and grave.
