"…"
"…"
The silence inside the car stretched.
Wang Xiao leaned back, arms lazily sprawled, his sharp eyes locked onto Xue Hanqin. A minute ago, she had been nothing more than an intriguing piece of ass wrapped in mystery, a mature beauty exuding charm and hidden motives.
But now?
Now, she had just casually dropped the equivalent of a cosmic nuke onto his lap.
Third Great Lord of Hell?
What, was she expecting him to clap and hand her a medal?
His mind ticked, the casual smile never leaving his face. He wasn't the type to gawk like some weak-willed fool hearing about divine beings for the first time. But even he had to admit—this one was special.
His gaze flickered down her body for half a second. Dark, silky hair cascaded over a pair of supple curves, clad in a dress that practically screamed, 'Rip me apart' in three different dimensions. But those long, elaborate earrings?
Yeah. Those weren't fashion statements.
They weren't even from this world.
