Li Yuntang's gaze lingered momentarily on the silhouette of Yan Xiaye with her head bowed, his long legs propelling him toward the bed where Ya'er lay, taking in her reaction from his vantage point.
Ya'er remained still, but cold sweat began to bead on her forehead, and her hands and feet hidden under the covers couldn't stop trembling slightly.
It wasn't until she was close to bursting into loud sobs that Li Yuntang leisurely withdrew his gaze, deep as an abyss, and searched his person for a moment.
Due to personal habit, he rarely carried any ornaments on him, and now he casually took off an exquisitely crafted tie clip and laid it flat on his palm in front of Ya'er.
In the luxurious warm light of the crystal lamp, the refracted light from the diamonds lit up Ya'er's trembling lashes.
Li Yuntang's lips curled into a mocking smile as he arched his eyebrows, deliberately glancing at Li Beicheng, his seductive voice low, "If Ya'er is willing to wake up now, this will be hers."
