Ye Yiheng placed the bowl and chopsticks on the small round table, lifted his hand to clutch her nape, and his thin lips fell onto her delicate ones.
Leng Yu Yan looked at the magnified handsome face in front of her and clenched her lips tightly shut.
Kissing during a meal, what was she to do?
Fortunately, he didn't deepen the kiss. After nibbling on her lips, he planted a firm kiss on her forehead.
"Is Your Highness happy?"
"Naturally, I am happy."
"I'm not a dutiful wife; they say that such matters are a marital duty, but I..." Leng Yu Yan said honestly, pursing her lips, "If Your Highness hadn't stabbed yourself in the heart, I probably wouldn't have agreed so quickly. To be honest, that dream from my past life remains my heart's knot. I don't know what was in that anti-fertility soup, but the scene of Your Highness stabbing my heart was indeed the last thing I saw in my past life."
