The smooth sound of water could be heard in the courtyard.
Waves of coldness slashed across every inch of Fu Xue's skin, until it deeply pierced into her bones.
"You refused a toast and refused a forfeit!" Murong Ye's voice came coldly from above his head.
The next second, she felt her scalp go numb. Murong Ye didn't hold back at all as he viciously grabbed her hair.
"You wicked woman! How dare you harm my son! "I think I am too soft-hearted towards you …"