"Murdering your own husband..."
"Murdering your own husband, ah..."
Shrill screams of utter inhumanity kept ringing out.
Qiu Ruoxi was stunned, this... this voice was so familiar, wasn't it?
After snapping back to reality, Qiu Ruoxi hastily reached out and switched on the wall lamp, instantly illuminating the entire room.
In the shine of the light, Qiu Ruoxi could clearly see the man at the foot of the bed.
When she saw the man, Qiu Ruoxi was dumbfounded, because the man was none other than her nominal husband who she had locked in the bathroom.
She only saw Ye Xunhuan with a purple face, eyes wide and splitting, hugging his crotch with both hands in an embrace, a face full of pain, even cold sweat had formed on his forehead.
Looking at Ye Xunhuan at this moment, Qiu Ruoxi truly didn't know what to do; how... how did he get out of the bathroom, and what was going on now?
Suddenly, a spark flashed through Qiu Ruoxi's mind. Her kick couldn't have landed on his...
