Leng Yu Yan's face turned crimson, her delicate body trembling, her soft hands weakly pressing against someone's shoulder.
"Your Highness, please get up!"
Her voice contained a crying tone, sounding both delicate and gentle, pitiful indeed.
She should have insisted on staying at the Prince Mansion, but once back at the Eastern Palace, he had pinned her on the couch and kissed her.
Later on, he even...
He had said he would not touch her tonight, but his lips had become increasingly deceitful!
Ye Yiheng wiped the corner of his lips with his thumb, his sensual lips shining, invoking imaginative thoughts.
"I'll be back soon," his hoarse voice said as he got out of bed, his thin lips kissing her forehead, "Wait for me obediently."
Saying this, he did not forget to adjust her clothing and cover her pale legs with the hem of her skirt.
Outside the room, Jian Lecheng's urgent voice could be heard, "Your Highness, I have urgent news!"
