She held a smile on her face, "How can I recognize reality?"
Ye Yiheng spoke dispassionately and without expression, "I'll show you whether it's congenital or acquired."
Leng Yu Yan, "..."
Was that a place she could look at?
She quickly waved her hands, "No need, no need."
Although it was true that he was impotent, he was indeed a man in every physical sense. Leng Yu Yan unconsciously pursed her lips, her cheeks gradually turning red.
Seeing her blush, Ye Yiheng misunderstood it as comprehension and got off of her, saying in a deep voice, "Go to sleep early!"
"Your Highness..."
She wanted to say something, to tell him not to be angry, that she really didn't despise him.
But fearing that her words would make him even more dejected, she refrained from speaking.
Ye Yiheng wrapped himself in the blankets, reproaching her, "All day long, your little head is filled with nothing but nonsensical thoughts."
