His chin brushed the top of her head as he held her in his arms tightly, as if he wanted to meld her into his body.
Leng Yu Yan gently patted his back, struggling to speak, "Your Highness, you're holding me too tightly, I can't breathe."
Ye Yiheng's body stiffened, and he relaxed his hold on her slightly, resting his head against the side of her neck.
His mood suddenly turned very good, and a smile played on his lips.
Originally because he had sent Ling Langruo to Linqing Pavilion to verify something, there had been a distance between them.
But now, with old man's anger and his own blindness, he could finally see her heart.
Though this young woman had not directly expressed her fondness for him, she had long become accustomed to his presence.
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At Prince Liang Mansion.
Ye Zhenyu listlessly threw fish food into the pond.
