The lid of the pot struck Leng Youchen right in his most vulnerable spot, causing him to break out in a cold sweat, while the veins on his forehead pulsed visibly.
Damn it! She did that on purpose!
Leng Youchen clutched his groin, his handsome face dark with a tinge of blue, hissing as he sucked in the cold air through his teeth. Little thing, if you've damaged your husband, let's see who will pamper you now.
Wei Anning ran back to the bedroom, her cheeks burning, as if on fire. She looked down at her palm, the burning and tingling sensation still lingering. She rubbed against the door frame so forcefully that her palm turned red and hot before she finally stopped.
No, she needed to disinfect!
She dashed into the bathroom and washed her hands with soap, repeatedly, but the tingling heat remained in her palm. Disheartened, she eventually gave up.
