Hate The Bright Moon Chapter 12

Chapter 15 Chi Huang looked at the object in his hand and gave a wry smile. He had been ecstatic just moments ago, like a pot of boiling water, his body and mind bubbling with excitement. The moment Chen Shilü left, it was like the firewood had been pulled out from under him. He suddenly calmed down, then gradually cooled off. Lying on Chen Shilü’s bed, the pillow and blanket didn't smell strongly of a person; they carried the clean scent of laundry detergent and sunshine. Chi Huang raised his palm,…