The dawn was gradually whitening the sky, and Su Yan hadn't noticed when Liu Sisi left, nor when Chu Yuxiao had put her back to bed.
But when she smelled the rotten scent of lovemaking left on the bed, she felt so nauseous she wanted to vomit.
Chu Yuxiao stood by, coldly watching Su Yan throw up.
His face remained expressionless, but his pitch-black eyes were so cold they could freeze a person to death.
"Do you find it disgusting?" he asked softly.
"Yes," Su Yan answered him without any evasion.
"Heh, you find this disgusting? But I think, compared to the hypocrisy of some people, this is nothing."
"What do you mean?" A flicker of confusion passed through Su Yan's eyes.
Was he saying she was hypocritical?
Had she ever been hypocritical?
Whatever she did or said, it was always in accordance with her heart.
Even when she should have hated him, she had chosen to forgive him, listening to her heart.
In what way was she hypocritical, in what way!