Inside the room.
Ye Yiheng pulled back slightly from her lips, "Won't speak?"
"I won't."
Leng Yu Yan cast her eyes downward, not daring to look at him, aware that at this moment, his breath was just pressing against the edge of her lips.
Their breaths entwined, indistinguishable from each other...
Nervously, she turned her face away, hoping to put some distance between their lips.
Even so, their faces were still too close, the minuscule distance restraining Leng Yu Yan from making any sudden moves.
Indeed, struggling was useless, for sitting on his lap like this, with his hand at her waist, he effortlessly shackled her so tightly, she could not even shift a bit.
"Is it because I'm not handsome enough?" Ye Yiheng's voice contained a hint of self-mockery, "After all, your father and brothers are each extraordinarily good-looking."
In Prince Zhenbei Mansion, the men were handsome, and the women beautiful, she had long been accustomed to that.
