Yin Zhu heard the chuckle which reverberated in her ear causing her ears to turn red as he cheeks flushed and she hurriedly dealt with her injuries before getting into the bed. There was still an hour before work started which was why Yin Zhu stayed in her bed and covered herself by the blanket while staring at the ceiling of her four-poster bed.
Her eyes flickered left and right before she raised her hand and then touched the same breast which was touched by Situ Xun. She could feel the tender skin along with her hardened bean aching with the remnant of the torture it went through but even so, the electricity that she felt before was gone.
With that she raised her hand and wrapped it around her throat in the very same way as Situ Xun has done earlier but no matter what she did, her small hand could not create the same pressure as Situ Xun did earlier. There was no rough hand, no calloused fingers which were curled around her neck.
Nothing at all.
