Yan Xiaye slightly widened her eyes, momentarily at a loss for words.
She had long since abandoned any hope in Li Beicheng's character, yet he repeatedly broke the limits of her understanding.
Such blatant threats, besides feeling nauseating, left no other words to describe them.
After a while, Yan Xiaye asked with a touch of amusement, "Li Beicheng, all of this is your doing, and yet you dare to say such shameless things to my face. It truly must be difficult for you."
"Very well, I just enjoy you talking to me like this."
With a playful curve of his lips, Li Beicheng sized up Yan Xiaye from head to toe, continuing, "It seems Younger Uncle has kept you well-satisfied. How is he treating you in bed, hmm?"
Yan Xiaye glared at him coldly.
She couldn't fathom what was going through his mind, but she could see the distasteful desire in his eyes.
If so...
