Furthermore, it's completely futile to reason with this person.
She just stood there woodenly, letting him do as he wished.
Ye Yiheng pinched her chin and pulled it down, forcing her to open her red lips and accept his kiss.
Sensing the person in his arms was inert like a puppet, he released her lips.
"Leng Yu Yan, give me some reaction."
Even resistance would have been better than no reaction at all.
Leng Yu Yan smiled, "Like this?"
Ye Yiheng was incessantly irritable and lifted a hand to point at the door, indicating that she was free to go back to Tingfeng Garden.
"Thank you, Your Highness," she said with a bow.
Ye Yiheng scoffed.
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The following day, Ji Qingyu came to the Eastern Palace.
Seeing her still staying in the remote Tingfeng Garden, he knew that Ye Yiheng and she were in a state of separation, and the smile on his face became unstoppable.
