Ye Yiheng heard her and snatched the medical book from her hands.
"What are you doing?" Leng Yu Yan reached out to grab the book back, "I haven't figured out a way yet."
Ye Yiheng held the book up high, "The way is right before your eyes, can't you see?"
He was extremely tall, and no matter how hard Leng Yu Yan tried, she couldn't reach it; she simply jumped up.
Inevitably, her body collided with his, whether he felt pain or not, she did not know.
Instead, she was pushed back a considerable distance, puffing up her cheeks in anger, "What way? Just say it. I've looked through the book for so long and haven't found anything."
Ye Yiheng was enjoying the physical contact with her, and seeing that she was no longer trying to grab the book from his hands, he tossed the book aside and bent down to carry her towards the bathhouse.
Leng Yu Yan kicked her legs, "I'll read a bit more, bathe later."
"Just bathe together," the man's thin lips lightly parted.
