Crack—
As the girl pressed the lighter for the third time, a tiny flame lit up Qin Yiren's profile, the heat burning her.
Unable to break free from the girl's grip, she blew out the flame in a flash of wit, which only provoked an enraged scream from the girl.
At such close range, Qin Yiren's ears buzzed.
She tried her best to persuade the girl, "Take a closer look, I'm really not this Chen Jiaojiao!"
"Ha, who would believe your nonsense except for that bastard Tianyu?"
The girl yanked her hair harder, gritting her teeth as she continued, "Hurry up and die, Tianyu is mine, no one can touch him!"
The loves and hates of adolescence are always so vivid, compounded by the stimulation of high-proof alcohol, enough to make one lose reason and act recklessly.
Qin Yiren dared not say anything more, merely tried silently to break free from her shackles, but the girl insisted she was the rival named Chen Jiaojiao, repeatedly clicking the lighter, determined to burn her to death.
