Sweet Wife in My Arms

The woman walked over barefoot and it seemed that the black Datura flowers were growing beside her feet.
The man couldn’t move himself when she reached him, even when he realized she was not a fairy but a witch.

“Who are you?” the man asked, obviously obsessed with the woman, his eyes filled with her figure.
They looked dull and glassy.

The women opened her lips and put her hand on the man’s neck.

“Demon Lord, Qing Yao…”

As soon as she stopped speaking, the man’s neck was twisted by a beautiful hand and, with a crack, he died on the spot, his eyes widened and his expression frozen.

The woman closed her eyes and took in his soul for self-cultivation.
She stood up and laughed scornfully like the demons in hell.
She was Demon Lord Qing Yao.
She killed people without blinking an eye, she would kill anyone without bother.
She had no humanity or feelings as she wasn’t a human originally.

“Cut!” Director Jin shouted, before asking Yan Huan to come over.
Yan Huan relaxed a little and dared not wipe the sweat on her forehead away as she was afraid that it would smudge her make-up.
It was already winter after a few months of shooting.

It was too cold in winter and it made her skin crawl.
She shivered with cold, her hands and feet already having gone numb due to the thin clothes she had to wear.
Her legs were bare and she even had to be barefoot in the recent scenes.

She came over when she finished shooting and Yi Ling quickly draped a coat around her shoulders.

Yan Huan wrapped herself with the coat tightly and blew out, her breath seen in the frigid air.

It was too cold.