Chapter 3: The Heavenly Corpse Poison
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Yue Hongling clutched her slender, graceful neck. It was the perfect swan’s neck, elegant and well-proportioned.
Her legs were long and straight, her arms delicate and fair, her neck smooth and symmetrical.
But now, a dark purple handprint was clearly visible on her throat—a jarring, brutal mark.
She gasped for breath like a dying fish, desperately inhaling.
It took a full minute or two before she finally recovered.
Tears, like glistening pearls, slid down her face.
She had come in full of righteous fury, yet this was the treatment she received?
How could she accept this?
In the past, if she had kicked his door down, Lu Ye would have at most punished her by making her help build a new one.
Not like this...
How dare he treat her this way? It was just a damn door!