It was night again.
The world was quiet late at night.
Leng Yu Yan sat on the bed and wondered if he had used the rumors to deceive her because he lusted after her body since she did not want to go through with "that."
Ye Yiheng, having washed up in the bathing room, came out slowly and saw her spacing out on the bed. He found a topic to broach, "Yanyan's medicinal porridge is excellent. I've had quite a bit for lunch and dinner, my throat feels much better."
Hearing his voice, Leng Yu Yan came back to her senses and got off the bed to support him.
"Your Highness should take more care from now on. You already have a cold disease, and the alternating hot and cold can easily cause a fiery rush to the heart."
Ye Yiheng replied softly, "It's only because I saw you were leaving that I got so agitated."
The two of them got into bed and lay down separately.
Leng Yu Yan, as usual, kept a distance of about an inch from him.
