In the bedroom, Bai Yiran watched Leng Yichen, who had just finished showering, with a smile on her lips.
"What does that smile mean?" Leng Yichen walked over shirtless and pushed Bai Yiran down onto the bed, "Are you relieved that your man hasn't been taken by someone else, or are you gloating?"
Bai Yiran's smile deepened, "I'm laughing at how foolish they were to target you."
Leng Yichen's tongue was always sensitive, especially when it came to wine. He could easily identify the origin, year, and even the quality of the grapes of the wine he tasted. With such a sensitive tongue, how could he not detect if something was added to the wine?
"So, I'm curious. Since you drank that glass of wine, how come you're okay?" Bai Yiran wiped the water dripping from Leng Yichen's hair off her face with her small hand.
"The same method you used."
