She lifted the quilt, climbed over him, and as soon as her toes touched the ground, her entire body went limp onto the bed.
Ye Yiheng held her nervously: "What's wrong?"
"Wuwuwu, I can't walk."
She lay softly in his arms, delicate to the extreme.
In her heart, she cursed, damn Crown Prince, making her almost sleepless all night.
Is this the consequence of her doubting his ability?
Is she reaping what she sowed?
The man quickly realized, and soon laughed out lowly.
"You're still laughing?" she hammered his chest angrily, "I should have listened to Ah Ju, just hit you, bite you, kick you when I'm upset."
He held her in his arms and asked gently, "Why didn't you last night?"
However fierce she was, he was naturally willing.
"I couldn't bear to."
Her voice was as light as a mosquito's buzz, her intent sincere, making Ye Yiheng's heart stir, a surge of protection and tenderness rose in him.
