Her beautiful legs looked incredibly tempting...
That reminded Li Zhiyan of Yin Xueyang's beautiful legs in summer, which were so white, even whiter than the Bare Leg Artifact.
Now that the weather had gradually turned cold, Chief Yin was obviously paying more attention to keeping warm.
"Aunt Yin."
"Long time no see."
Li Zhiyan approached Yin Xueyang, and looking at her, he felt quite good.
"You've become even prettier, but you're missing a certain scent that I really like, the one you give off when you're sick."
Hearing Li Zhiyan's words, that humiliating feeling rose again in Yin Xueyang's heart...
In front of Li Zhiyan, she always felt like she could never maintain her dignity.
From a young age, no one had been able to control her, her ex-husband had been like a toy in her hands.
Even her son had taken her surname.
But with Li Zhiyan, she was repeatedly frustrated.
And had to endure his insults.
At the same time, she had a sense of foreboding.
