"He was never a good person to begin with," Ye Yiheng said. "Repeat what you just said."
Leng Yu Yan couldn't help but expose him: "Your Highness clearly heard it, yet you say you didn't."
She walked a few steps towards the bed, fearing that someone might pounce again, and picked up the heart clothes and underwear he had torn to show him: "Can Your Highness restrain yourself a bit tonight?"
Ye Yiheng shook his head.
He had been restraining himself, how could he explain that to her?
Seeing that he wasn't speaking, Leng Yu Yan spoke again, "Your Highness is the Crown Prince, your word is law. You can't forget what you said when you took me back to the Eastern Palace tonight, right?"
"What did I say?"
"I knew it, you're lying!" She should have realized that, this man can't keep his hands—or now his mouth—to himself. Realizing she couldn't overpower him physically, she could only coquettishly whimper, "I'm really tired, I didn't get enough sleep last night."
