The questioning voice had barely risen when the man scooped her up horizontally and rushed straight to the bathhouse behind.
Feeling the person in his arms shivering uncontrollably, Ye Yiheng's handsome brows furrowed, "Are you truly so afraid?"
Leng Yu Yan nodded honestly, her voice trembling, her body shuddering nonstop, "I'm both panicked and scared; I really can't do that."
Ye Yiheng gently placed her into the water, coaxing her, "Yanyan, you truly don't need to fear me."
Leng Yu Yan was on the verge of tears.
Oh heavens, it was him she feared!
How could she explain this situation?
As soon as her inner clothes were soaked by the water, and seeing him remove his robe and enter the bath as well, Leng Yu Yan sat on the steps, curled up her legs, rested her forehead on her knees, and whispered, "It's you I'm afraid of."
