The strange touch made Yan Xiaye shudder in her dazed state. Reflexively, she withdrew her fingers, taken away from the bathroom with nothing to show for her discovery by Li Beicheng.
Lying helplessly on her back, she fell onto the large bed. Yan Xiaye still found the residual feeling on her fingertips very strange. The icy, dry texture didn't seem to match any of the bathroom products. Even if it was indeed a whip or belt, why would it be tucked away on the shelf?
But if it wasn't what she suspected, then what could it be...
At the bedside, Li Beicheng looked down with a trace of triumphant smile playing at his lips as he gazed at the woman on the bed, drenched and blank-faced, still in a daze.
Over the past few months, he had at least five chances to deal with Yan Xiaye on the spot. Apart from the two occasions unfortunate enough to be interrupted, he always lost to Yan Xiaye's cold and resolute demeanor and couldn't persist to the end of this game single-mindedly.