The interior of the carriage suddenly quieted down.
The two could hear each other's breathing.
Ye Yiheng held her by the waist with one hand, and with the other hand placed on her lower back, he embraced her this way, his gaze just falling on her chest.
Her slim waist, delicate arms, and legs might make one think she's thin, but where she's supposed to have flesh, she certainly does. Her figure, covered by Qiu Shang, is mesmerizing.
He was very familiar with it.
Leng Yu Yan secretly glanced at a certain someone, only to see his eyelids slightly lowered, but she could still see the unmistakable mysterious glint in his eyes.
In such a situation, if the conversation turned to blush-inducing topics, who knows what he might do in the carriage...
Leng Yu Yan secretly thought to change the topic: "The current state of the Marquis Ningyuan's Mansion is their own making, it just makes one wonder where Lai Manting has escaped to."
As she spoke, she tried to get off his lap.
