C183 The Vinegar Bucket Fell over

"Who do you think I am?" Fu Yuchuan's expression was extremely ugly. The hand that hooked Ainphent's chin kept exerting force, as if it wanted to break her chin.

He had obviously done it so clearly these past few days. Why did it seem like nothing had happened to Ainphent?

Their breathing intertwined. Ainphent's beautiful brows slightly furrowed, and waves of pain came from her chin