C44 Hongmen Feast

"Ulysses shook his head and smiled bitterly. He rubbed his chin with his white fingers and rubbed the corner of his mouth with his thumb. "What thoughts can I have for Jensen? Will I kill him? "

Haina frowned at the pair of cold black eyes. Her fingers, which were dyed red, were deeply embedded into her palm. If Ulysses really took the opportunity to kill Jensen today