Deep in her pupils, it was as if a layer of ice had silently shattered.
"You," Xia Mi said. Her voice was as calm as a lake frozen before a blizzard, without the slightest ripple, yet it made Lu Mingfei and Lao Tang, who were peeking nearby, shudder in unison. "Don't you have anything to say?"
She tilted her head slightly, and a strand of long hair slid down from her shoulder.
"For example..." The corner of her mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, revealing a chilling "smile." "...last words, perhaps?"
However, before Mo Wang could organize his thoughts, the "koala" on his chest stirred first.
Perhaps disturbed by that bone-chilling gaze, or perhaps alarmed by the unbearably tense atmosphere, Connor's long eyelashes fluttered a few times before she groggily opened her eyes.
Sleepiness still lingered in her golden eyes. She blinked blankly, her gaze gradually focusing as it met Xia Mi, who was coldly looking down at her from beside the bed.
Almost instantly, the lazy, muddled air around Connor vanished.
Some instinctive vigilance from deep within her bloodline was instantly triggered. Like a young dragon whose territory had been invaded, though she was still lying on Mo Wang, her posture had quietly changed. Her back arched slightly, and her gaze became sharp and guarded.
"Who are you?" Connor's voice still sounded somewhat childish, but the hostility in it was unmistakable.
Not only did she not let go of Mo Wang, she tightened her arms around him even more, practically treating him as an oversized body pillow.
Xia Mi's gaze left Mo Wang's face and met Connor's. The two girls' gazes collided in midair, as though invisible sparks might fly.
"I should be asking you that," Xia Mi said, her voice still calm, but its coldness seeming to deepen further, carrying