"You wouldn't have guessed, right? I polished two mirrors!"
Zhao Yi said as he generously placed a mirror in front of Su Qianqian.
Su Qianqian screamed, looking at the small mirror in Zhao Yi's hand as if she was staring at a monstrous beast, retreating in terror.
As she retreated, she shouted hysterically, "No, don't come any closer!"
Zhao Yi had been waiting for this moment for so long, he wouldn't let her have her way.
He stepped forward and placed the mirror in front of Su Qianqian, thoughtfully adjusting the angle so she could see the most terrifying side of her face.
Ah!
Su Qianqian screamed again.
She lunged at Zhao Yi, grabbed the mirror, and ruthlessly crushed it in her hand.
Su Qianqian's face twisted, her already horrifyingly black and purple face now even more terrifying.
Zhao Yi looked at Su Qianqian's grotesque twisted face, not the least bit put off, instead, he was exhilarated.
"What are you doing?"
