Ye Yiheng buried his head into the nape of her neck, greedily drawing in her light elegant fragrance as he murmured softly, "Yanyan."
Leng Yu Yan tried to push the man pressing down on her away, but he was as heavy as a chunk of iron.
"Your Highness, you're too heavy."
Her voice trembled, carrying obvious panic.
Ye Yiheng stirred at the sound, propping up on one elbow on the bed, his body still pressing tightly against hers, his cool yet heavy breathing once again brushing past her ear...
It sent a tingling sensation through her.
Leng Yu Yan felt a buzzing in her ears, and her heartbeat thundering, strangely in sync and showing signs of quickening.
Oh my, am I going to be finished tonight?
Just then, the man's thin lips brushed against her earlobe, now flushed with color, and his large hand moved to her waist, his cool fingers already lifting the hem of her nightgown.
A boom sounded in her head, Leng Yu Yan panicked to the extreme.
