Leng Yu Yan buried her head into his chest, tightly grasping his lapels, no longer speaking.
"What's the matter, stomach ache again?" he asked.
Leng Yu Yan shook her head, "No."
After dealing with that puppet, the pain in her abdomen had subsided.
"Then what is it?" he asked again.
"I just don't want to look at you."
Hearing this, Ye Yiheng chuckled deeply, "Coward, you don't even dare to look."
In annoyance, Leng Yu Yan pinched his chest, unable to grasp any flesh, instead she loosened his lapels.
The man laughed again, "So the Crown Princess Consort wants to get hands-on."
Leng Yu Yan reached out to cover his lips, "What is your mouth made of?"
How could he so easily utter such embarrassing words?
The man sucked on the palm of her hand, then swiftly took her hand and pressed it against his chest.
