"As a grown-up, how can you not endure even a little bit of pain and start crying?"
Qin Chuan glanced at Shi Qing disdainfully.
Upon hearing this, Shi Qing couldn't help but mentally curse Qin Chuan's ancestors through eighteen generations.
She's encountered many shameless people.
But someone as shameless as Qin Chuan, this was a first.
Whenever she thought about what Qin Chuan was going to do next, she felt disgusted like she'd swallowed a dead fly.
All along, she thought she didn't like men, or even, she despised them. Every man who got close to her made her feel nauseated.
Even a simple handshake required her to wash her hands several times with disinfectant to ease the feeling of revulsion.
Although she previously had some interactions with Qin Chuan and even took the initiative to seduce him, she realized she felt differently about him compared to other men.
But facts proved she was overthinking it.
Right now, she truly felt nauseous to the point of wanting to vomit.
