A slap struck her face, and Yan Xiaye groaned, her head twisting to the side.
The large hand that restrained her moved to the back of her neck, and in an instant, she was forced face down into the leather seat.
The aggressive action suddenly revived Yan Xiaye's memories of the previous night, and she began to struggle frantically, screaming in desperation, "Li Beicheng, let me go!"
Even in prison, she had never been humiliated over and over again like this.
Moreover, the person humiliating her was none other than the husband she had once deeply loved.
Li Beicheng's cold gaze swept over her crystal-clear skin inch by inch. Not finding the ambiguous marks he imagined, his interest in what was about to happen only increased, "Yesterday was just an accident, now, go find Li Yuntang to save you again."
