Medusa's feelings toward Hun Changqing were complicated now. The daily and nightly "labor" over the past year had long since made her body grow accustomed to him despite herself.
Moreover, Hun Changqing occasionally whispered sweet nothings to her, softening some of the hatred she had originally harbored toward him.
Her beliefs were also the same as those of every previous Medusa: one man, for life. Ever since Hun Changqing had done those things with her, regardless of what methods he had used or how despicable and shameless he was, he had already become her man.
Unless she killed Hun Changqing and then took her own life, she would make no other choice.
That had been Medusa's thinking at first. But over the past year, the thought of killing Hun Changqing had gradually faded. It was not merely because her strength fell short; his sweet words had also stirred her heart, though she herself had not realized it.
The only reason she was now declaring her intent to kill Hun Changqing with such murderous conviction was that she had yet to recognize her true feelings. Provoked by his words just now, her shame and anger had brought back her former resolve to kill him.
Besides, as Queen Medusa, she had her own pride. Hun Changqing's words had left her feeling utterly humiliated.
She felt that she had lost all her dignity as a queen. Unwilling to accept that, Medusa forced herself to resume the tone she had used back in the Snake-People Desert, stubbornly uttering those cold words.
Hun Changqing frowned slightly at Medusa's words. Over the past year, he had exhausted nearly every kind word, harsh word, and threat he could think of, yet she still stood before him looking as though she wanted to kill him, her hatred towering