She took a deep breath, "There's no need to share the bath, there's plenty of hot water. Your Highness can go ahead and wash first."
Her voice was as faint as a mosquito.
Where had things gone wrong? It was supposed to be her teasing him; how had it turned around on her?
Sensing the shyness in her tone, Ye Yiheng did not continue to tease her, but instead groped his way to the edge of the bathtub.
"His Highness can manage on his own, Yanyan can step out."
Leng Yu Yan's hand, which had been reaching out halfway, drew back, "Can you truly manage?"
"I truly can," he nodded affirmingly, paused slightly, and then said, "If you're not at ease, no need to hide behind the screen; just sit directly by the tub."
After the wedding, she would see him eventually; seeing sooner or later made no difference.
Besides, he was in good control now even if she did see him, what could she possibly discern?
Upon hearing this, Leng Yu Yan hurriedly left the bathroom.
