Zhou Yan Xi's Penthouse

@Huang Mi Ni Zhou Yan Xi held a graceful smile on her lips but anyone who looked closely would notice the childlike upward twitch of her painted lips. A faint spark lit up her dark, piercing eyes as she gazed into the dark play room before her. She was sitting in her armchair, leaning back and watching two of her pets entertain her. One, a boy in his teens was being boiled alive. She had gotten sick of him. Zhou Yan Xi had to admit that after Mini, her standards for her pets had risen considerably. Even now, her focus was not on the suffering boy begging for his life, but on the timid girl standing in the corner.