"Yes, Your Highness!"
Song Guo and Miao Zhu both raised their umbrellas high, sheltering the two masters.
Leng Yu Yan felt her lips go numb and the back of her thighs burn from his palm pressing against them through only a thin layer of cloth, making her acutely aware of the scorching heat of her skin there.
The rain had just begun, and not even a breath of wind was present, the air humid and oppressively hot.
At this time, Ye Yiheng said to her, "I'll take you somewhere."
"Where to?"
Because her face was almost pressed against his chest, her voice sounded a bit muffled.
"You'll know when we get there."
With that, the man took long strides towards the Observation Platform.
He carried her rapidly, and in about the time it takes to drink one cup of tea, they arrived.
Upon entering the building, Ye Yiheng turned his head and ordered Song Guo and Miao Zhu, "You both step back."
