"Regret?" Xuan Ying curled his lips into a cold sneer. He stretched out his snake tail and scooped Jiang Xinli right off Sheng Tianze's lap. "Who cares what kind of thing He is! Since He dared to kill my Little Bumble, then even if He dies ten thousand or a hundred million times, it wouldn't be enough!"
He pulled Jiang Xinli into his embrace. "Sooner or later, your hubby will chop off the wings of that Evil Dragon and make them into a kite for my Little Bumble. How does that sound?"
"Little Ying." Jiang Xinli knew he was joking, but she still shuddered in fright, feigning anger. "It would be all bloody. I don't want that."
"Alright, Xinli Baby, I think Sheng Tianze's concerns are not without reason," Xue Qianxun chimed in.
If Jiang Xinli truly recovered her memories... would she regret it then?
