“If you had to choose between me and Long Xihan, who would you pick?” Murong Xue gazed at Lin Ming with bright, expressive eyes full of affection.
“You silly thing. Of course I'd pick you,” Lin Ming answered without a second thought.
“Lin Ming, are you asking to die?” A sharp rebuke came from behind him. A black-robed sorceress, her skin fair as snow and her features as lovely as a painting, rested her staff against the back of his neck. Light swirled at its tip, and several bolts of lightning flickered into view. “Say that again!”
“Big Sis, I surrender!” Lin Ming knew better than to tempt fate any further.
At his words, both women burst into laughter. Their peerless beauty bloomed like purple-gold roses, and for a moment, the world lost its color.
“Big Sis, please let him off,” said a beautiful woman in palace attire, appearing just then.
“Let him off? Hmph. Tonight, I'll make him beg for death and find no way to die!” Long Xihan's fury carried a hint of teasing.
“Don't!” Lin Ming groaned inwardly.
