His hands finally clean, he slowly wiped her dry.
Leng Yu Yan felt both shy and sleepy, her voice low and quiet due to her shyness, "Can I go to sleep now? Your Highness won't...?"
Ye Yiheng, having put on his night robe, smiled softly and tenderly stroked the top of her head, "Very sleepy?"
"Aren't you sleepy?"
She looked up with dazed eyes. The figure in front of her was lively and radiant, in stark contrast to her own.
It was already early morning, and she hadn't expected that they would stay in the bathroom for so long.
"Not tonight."
Ye Yiheng lifted her horizontally and strode toward the bedroom.
As for whether he was sleepy, he didn't feel sleepy at all.
However, he didn't plan to tell her that, fearing that getting even closer might scare her.
Fortunately, her sleepiness at that moment made her not speak of her fear of him because of what had just happened.
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Morning.
