Shuang Yun

Lin Huanhuan fled quickly.

Unfortunately, she was too slow compared to Shuang Yun.

She'd barely taken two steps, when he grabbed her hair from behind.

"Let's see where else you can run to!"

Lin Huanhuan's hair was soft and smooth, feeling like seaweed in his hand. It made Shuang Yun slightly startled.

The females he'd met were lazy. They rarely washed their bodies and so their hair was always matted and dirty, like a dried-up haystack.

But the female in front of him had very clean hair.

More than that, she was clean and her fair skin was free of dirt.

Shuang Yun involuntarily softened a little, but he still said forcefully, "Seeing that this is your first offense, I'll give you a chance to turn over a new leaf. As long as you admit your mistake and apologize to the witch doctor, I'll spare you."

Lin Huanhuan's scalp hurt, but she refused to admit defeat.