Su Qiao tilted her head and smiled without saying a word.
Gu Hualei stared at the unfamiliar woman and suddenly realized something. "Who are you? You're not Xiao Qiao. Xiao Qiao isn't like this."
"Oh? If she's not like this, then what is she like?" Su Qiao approached with a smile, Surgical Forceps and a scalpel in her hands.
The tip of the blade slowly moved from beneath his body until it was in front of his eyes.
"Is she supposed to be obedient and compliant, do everything according to your preferences, follow your every word, and never dare to make you angry? When you say something about her being imperfect and needing work, does she agree to let you cut into her face and body? Is that what she's like?"
Gu Hualei stared at the blade tip before him, drenched in sweat and not daring to even breathe too loudly.
Seeing how cowardly he looked, Su Qiao gave a cold laugh. "Look at you. You're not much to look at, so how did you manage to have such beautiful dreams?"
"You demand that others be flawless, so why can't you look in the mirror first and see whether you're handsome enough to make fish sink and geese fall, or flowers hide and the moon grow shy?"
444's mouth twitched.
Its host had started misusing idioms again.
Host, aren't 'make fish sink and geese fall' and 'make flowers hide and the moon grow shy' supposed to describe women?
"I'll use them however I want. What's it to you?"
Gu Hualei drew a deep breath and tried his best to calm himself. "Who are you, exactly? What did you do to Xiao Qiao?"
"Don't worry. She's doing just fine." Su Qiao wore an eerie expression—dangerous, yet so captivating that it made