"I'm not... vomiting..."
"Vomiting..."
Lin Xiangwan rushed to the toilet, heaving again.
It's bad. She must have developed serious psychological issues. Why else would she be feeling nauseous non-stop?
Qin Muchuan never saw it as something vomit-inducing. How many women would willingly kneel to please him? So why was she vomiting until her limbs were weak and her hair was disheveled as if she wanted to puke out her stomach?
Is she that repulsed by him?
This feeling of being despised wasn't pleasant. Mr. Qin Muchuan's temper inevitably erupted. "How are you pregnant? Are you too easy to get pregnant? I just finished in your mouth!"
"You... stop talking... please..."
Lin Xiangwan's scalp was tingling, and goosebumps continued to line up on her body. The more terrified she became, the more panicked her question was. "Qin Muchuan, do you have a sexually transmitted disease?"
"What did you say?" Qin Muchuan thought his ears had gone bad, and he had misheard.
