At this moment, the handsome and striking man was leaning on the wall with one hand, his tall figure looming over Yan Xiaye, gritting his teeth as he asked, "Where's your Yin Baiyan?"
"He's in the restroom across from here…" Xiaye, still immersed in the ambiguous text message and burdened with heavy thoughts, furrowed her brows. She didn't spare a glance for Li Beicheng's arrival, much less notice the possessive 'yours and mine'.
Days had passed, and the inhibitors had been improved several times, with side effects now being minimal.
She injected one every six hours and was mostly lucid during that time, although the price she paid was a delayed reaction when startled.
But this small oversight made Li Beicheng believe that Yan Xiaye was not denying her indecent relationship with Yin Baiyan!
