The Untamed Concubin

Sitting in the cockpit, the small hand gripping the steering wheel was white with effort. His eyes were fixed on the vortex, a look of fear etched on his face, but his missing lips still muttered curses incessantly.,Lou Qi wanted to retreat quickly, but his waist was held tightly, preventing him from moving. His gaze flew upwards rapidly, landing on a strong jawline first, then a thin, pursed lip, a handsome nose bridge, and finally, a pair of eyes that met his.,Lou Qi had never seen such eyes before, like those of a hell king. The coldness and killing intent in his eyes could almost freeze people to death.。