Ye Yiheng feigned ignorance. "What kind of matter?"
Leng Yu Yan choked and glared at him resentfully. "Your Highness is so clever, almost demonically so. How could you not know?"
The man chuckled lightly and shook his head; his large hand grabbed a corner of the thin blanket and tossed it upwards. The blanket rose, forming a dome over the bed.
His body quickly darted beneath it, pinning the astonished and dazed Leng Yu Yan underneath him.
Suddenly, darkness fell before her eyes, and she could only see his cold and handsome face loom ever larger before her.
"Your, Your Highness?"
Her hands reflexively pressed against his chest as her heartbeat unconsciously quickened.
"Yanyan, do you know how I most want to punish you?"
He had never been a good man. She had fled from him, and he had most wanted to ravage her harshly.
Now that she had returned with him, although his anger had lessened, his desire hadn't changed.
