"That's right, you did something you need to take responsibility for."
Li Yuntang nodded slightly, solemnly, his pinky entwined with hers, playing with her fingers. "So, how do you plan to take responsibility, Xiaye?"
Yan Xiaye's face was a picture of shock. Memories from last night surged into her mind like a tide after this tiny hint.
No, last night wasn't just with Li Yuntang... there was also Li Beicheng who injected her with some unknown drug.
Her previously flushed cheeks suddenly turned pale. She looked down at the remaining bruises on her wrist, panicked and asked, "What about Li Beicheng and me..."
"Of course, nothing happened."
Without a second thought, he interrupted her question. Li Yuntang lazily kissed her forehead, saying matter-of-factly, "You're my woman. Thinking about another man at a time like this, isn't that a bit much?"
"... Really?"
