"You don’t have to perform such a grand gesture just to apologize!" Han Jing said calmly.
Su Xingyan struggled to get up from the ground but felt as if endless cold air was penetrating his body, making him so stiff and numb that he couldn’t exert any strength.
"You...you vicious woman! What have you done to ?" Su Xingyan shouted with difficulty at Han Jing.
"Throw him out!" Han Jing waved her hand, speaking impatiently.
Su Xingyan used all his strength to get up and staggered out before Mu Jin walked over to him!
Just as Su Xingyan went out, he heard laughter erupting from inside.
He wished he could strangle Han Jing, but he had to go back and find a doctor to see what exactly she had done to him, and why his body was so cold!
However, Han Jing didn’t dodge his attack, and with her strength, she would be heavily injured if not dead!
"Hahaha!" Han Jing laughed happily, "That was so amusing! Did you see his expression? Haha—"
Both Dongbao and Bo He laughed together, feeling that all their stress had dissipated today.
Mu Jin twitched her lips, "Miss, pay attention to your image. Aunt Qin is arriving this afternoon."
Han Jing clutched her stomach, "I can’t take it anymore. I’m hungry. Mu Jin, go tell the kitchen to make more food!"
Mu Jin responded but looked at her in confusion, "Miss, are you really okay? Just now, Prince Ling didn’t show rcy!"
"I’m fine; he’s the one with the problem." Han Jing knew that Su Xingyan couldn’t resist attacking her back then, so she set up defenses around her body when he made his move. Her water ability has unbeatable advantages in defusing attacks. Being unprepared, she managed to inject the Cold Ice Needle into his body. Although, given her current strength, she couldn’t harm Su Xingyan fundantally. After all, her Cold Ice Needle, as a condensation of water vapor, lacks power and dissolves in the bloodstream, but the cold entering the body is enough to give Su Xingyan a chill.
However, Han Jing couldn’t laugh anymore as that familiar feeling returned.
Her face felt hot, extrely hot.
Han Jing’s hand resting on the nearby small wooden table involuntarily curled slightly.
"Ah! Miss, your hand!" Bo He suddenly lowered her head and saw Han Jing’s fingers had dug into the wooden table, and the lacquered red small wooden table had five black fingerprints from Han Jing, as if it was burned...
Han Jing quickly withdrew her hand, looking astonished at the blackened wooden table, once again plunging into puzzlent.
A few days ago, she felt sothing was wrong, but she had been busy cultivating her internal thod and hadn’t thought in this direction. Now, this bizarre situation occurred again.
"Miss, are you okay?" Bo He asked softly.
Han Jing shook her head.
Dongbao stared at Han Jing for a long ti, suddenly exclaiming, "Miss, have you noticed that these past few days, the birthmark on your face seems to have faded a bit, not as dark as before?"
Han Jing raised her head in surprise, looking at Dongbao, "What did you say?"
Dongbao had been staying by Han Jing’s side, more attentive and understanding of Han Jing than herself. Naturally, she was the first to notice the changes in Han Jing’s birthmark.
However, she hadn’t paid much attention over the past few days, but now looking at it, it seed to have lightened further.
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