Leng Yu Yan slightly lowered her head, her exquisite face blushing like a shy flower.
He to tend to her?
How could a man tend to a woman?
And how could he, the grand Heir of Tiancheng, attend to her?
Those months of dreams were truly unbearable, never with a trace of joy. If put into reality, what would the situation be like?
She asked for nothing else, only that he wouldn't be as brutal as he had been in the dream of their former life. If only he could show her more tenderness, she would be content.
As for the serving he mentioned, she dared not even think about it.
Ye Yiheng gently lifted her chin, his voice husky, "What, don't you believe me?"
"It's not that I don't believe, but that I dare not believe."
Leng Yu Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly as she lightly pursed her red lips. His gaze was profound, his pupils like ageless, ripples, appearing as if they could suck her in at any moment, which made her afraid to look him in the eyes.
