Bab 287: The Paper in the Brocade Bag

Her sweet fragrance wafted over, and Yun Huan only felt disgusted. He kicked Chuchu away ruthlessly and retched.

He swiftly walked towards the room and there was an iciness between his brows that couldn't melt in a thousand years. It was too disgusting; he had to take a shower and wash his body a hundred times.

Chuchu sat on the floor. Her stomach was hurting but the physical pain couldn't be compared to what she felt in her heart. Yun Huan actually retched - was she really so disgusting? How could it be?

She loved him so much. How could he hurt her like that?

Her nails dug into her palm and fresh blood began trickling down. But Chuchu couldn't feel any pain there. Her red phoenix eyes were flashing with craziness and possessiveness. Yun Huan was hers. He belonged to Chuchu. Her sinister face was like a demon climbing out from the 18 levels of hell.