The night was as dark as ink, and the cold moon hung high.
In a lady's boudoir filled with the scent of rouge.
A blue-haired girl in a white gauze nightgown lay on a large double bed, unable to sleep.
Just by closing her eyes.
The conversation with that man during the day automatically echoed in her mind!
"Bail Qingling."
"What kind of person are you really?"
"Everyone says you are a ruthless, boundaryless, extremely evil Big Demon Head, Ling Yin said the same to me."
"Why do you, who views the world as grass dogs, behave so unusually towards me, the Hall Master? Could you really be..."
Suddenly, something came to mind, and the girl's face quickly flushed with red.
Then, out of shame, she quickly buried her head into the covers!
"No way! This cannot go on!"
"Sister Lingyin said! This Demon Head has always been cunning, especially adept at controlling people's minds! That little junior sister from Youluo Palace is just an example!"
"I must not fall into his trap!"
