When Ye Yiheng returned to the bedroom from the study, Leng Yu Yan had woken up from her nap and had already prepared her bath.
At the moment, she was lying on her side in bed, propping up her cheek with her hand as she read a book.
Seeing her cheeks tinted with a soft flush, the smell of alcohol dissipated from her body, and her graceful figure revealing its curves beneath her nightgown, Ye Yiheng felt a dryness in his throat, so he cleared it softly and asked, "What are you reading?"
Leng Yu Yan lifted her radiant, dewy eyes, "A storybook."
Because she had drunk alcohol earlier, her voice carried a sleepy and hazy melody.
The man slowly walked over, leaning forward.
Leng Yu Yan thought he wanted to see what book she was reading, so she closed it and held the cover up to his eyes.
Contrary to her expectations, he said, "You smell nice."
Remembering the incident that happened during the day, Leng Yu Yan's face turned red in an instant, "I'm still angry, so don't provoke me."
