Ye Yiheng chuckled deeply, his radiant phoenix eyes filling with intense tenderness.
The two walked side by side, her unable to see the look in his eyes.
"You're laughing at me?" Leng Yu Yan's eyebrows slightly furrowed as she struggled to free her hand. "I forgot, Your Highness is the Crown Prince, very aloof. Such vocabulary would naturally not come from your mouth."
Ye Yiheng's smile grew even more joyful, his slender fingers gripping her delicate hand firmly.
Leng Yu Yan couldn't fathom his thoughts as he remained silent, so she turned her head to glance at him.
His gaze was as clean and forthright as ever, making her involuntarily cringe at her own use of the word "butt," which was indeed vulgar, even though they were alone.
Just then, Ye Yiheng stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her soft body against his, quickly bending down to peck her lips.
Leng Yu Yan widened her eyes—what was this, kissing her without a word?
