[Beat the white lotus at her own game, leaving her with nowhere to go]
“Jiang Wang, you like me, don’t you?”
When Jing Ling asked, she saw the person in front of her freeze.
The usually arrogant young man looked uncharacteristically flustered, a blush spreading to the tips of his ears.
The wind blew softly.
Jiang Wang silently nodded.
“Sure.” Jing Ling smiled radiantly.
“If you get. down. on. your. knees, I’ll think about it.”
Jing Ling no longer remembered what Jiang Wang said afterward.
She only remembered the faint thud of his knees hitting the ground.
She crushed his pride and arrogance.
Then, in the end, she cast him aside.
Jing Ling never considered herself a good person by society’s standards. She was false and hypocritical, and used every trick in the book to exploit the sincerity laid at her feet.
There are plenty of bad people in this world. Hoping to reform them through kindness is pointless.
This time, she would deliver judgment herself.
Everything she could use became a sharp weapon in her hands.
And the role she chose for herself was that of a frail white lotus.
Ruthless flirt x frail white lotus
