"You dare to ask?"
Leng Yu Yan raised one hand to shield herself with the corner of the coverlet, while she adjusted her lapel with the other.
However, she found that her lapel was intact; she pulled open her collar to check and saw that her heart clothes were properly worn.
Err...
What happened?
Ye Yiheng sat down beside her, his voice playful, "The Crown Princess Consort must tell me why she was tampering with me in her sleep?"
Leng Yu Yan looked up at the sound, yet she did not want to see him with his lapel widely opened.
His cold, white skin had a faint luster, his muscular lines clear and powerful, dangerous yet charming.
"You..." Leng Yu Yan turned her head to avert her gaze, "Last night when you slept, the ties of your nightgown came undone."
Ye Yiheng's expression was indifferent, his voice the same, "Last night when the lights were extinguished, I tied them back up."
