Chapter 760 The Last Bit of Self-Esteem Was Also Crushed

An Xiaowan was trembling, as if she was crying.

Huo Shen took a deep breath, and it took him a long while to react. He squatted down and tightly grasped An Xiaowan's shoulders.

In his dark eyes, there was a deep wave, and the fingers holding her shoulders were strong and white.

The voice was very light.

"You... used it?"

So many bottles... Huo Shen could only think optimistically that if she used them every time she bought them, there would not be so many left. So, she should have used very little or never used them.

Huo Shen had no intention of thinking about whether there were any flower pendants in the bag.

He was just wondering whether An Xiaowan had used the things in these bottles, how many times she had used them, and what kind of situation she was in now.

The woman he was holding lowered her head and sobbed softly.

She was trembling, and her eyes were a little empty.

Then, after a long delay, she shook her head and said, "I... I only used it once, really."

An Xiaowan bit her lower lip, raised her hand to grab the broken bottle on the ground, but quickly curled up her five fingers.

It can be seen that she is enduring great temptation and trying to control herself.

Huo Shen met her gaze, and the hand holding her shoulder loosened slightly.

Just a pair of dark and deep eyes, but still looked at her seriously, "This kind of thing can't be used casually, do you know it?"

She looked up at a loss, looked at Huo Shen, and nodded vigorously. Her voice with a crying tone sounded in front of him, "That time, I really couldn't control myself, so I opened a bottle... But I only lit it for a minute and quickly extinguished it."

"Really?"

"Really..."

An Xiaowan stretched out her hand, and there was a trace of embarrassment on her face.

She grabbed the cloth on Huo Shen's chest, and a trace of obvious embarrassment appeared on her face. Tears quietly slid down her cheeks like two streams.

This is her secret, and it is the ugliest part of her that she thinks.

So she has been trying to hide it, and she never wants him to know. So, she desperately protects her bag and doesn't want him to see it.

But, but, he just wants to see it.

An Xiaowan tried her best and tried her best, but still failed to stop it.

So embarrassed.

So miserable.

Her last bit of dignity seemed to be scattered all over the floor with the broken bag, and could never be picked up again.

An Xiaowan cried, quietly.

But it was as if the whole world had collapsed. Her beautiful eyes were full of emptiness and confusion, like a child who had lost his way, completely panicked and at a loss.

"Are you suffering?" Huo Shen's voice was hoarse, and he let go of his hand holding her shoulder and wanted to hug her.

But she shrank back, moved back a little, and turned her head away.

"Xiaowan... I'm sorry, I misunderstood you." His throat was dry and even a little weak, "Why didn't you tell me."

"Why?"

An Xiaowan leaned against the edge of the bed blankly, curled up, buried her head in her knees, and raised her hands to cover her face.

Tears flowed out from between her fingers.

Her body trembled slightly, but she asked: "Why do you have to look at my bag... I just have a little secret, can't I?"

"Why don't you listen to what I say?"

"Why do you always insist on doing things your own way and always ignore others?"

"Why do you misunderstand me..."

Every word she said was hoarse with tears in her voice.

Huo Shen's heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife, and he was annoyed.