The horse carriage jostled again.
Ye Yiheng reached out to steady her, but Leng Yu Yan had already seated herself.
She saw his halted hand suspended in mid-air and asked with a smile, "Your Highness, were you going to help me?"
Ye Yiheng casually withdrew his hand, his expression untroubled, "I was worried you might fall."
"Thank you, Your Highness!" Leng Yu Yan smiled sweetly, then picked up her fan and started waving it again, although this time at a much slower pace.
"It really is much cooler. Your Highness, why don't you take off your outer robe as well?" She paused, put down her fan, and got off the soft couch. In two steps, she was in front of him. "Or shall I help you take it off?"
Ye Yiheng's lips curved slightly, "You really want to help me undress?"
Since he was seated, Leng Yu Yan slightly bent over to align her gaze with his, "Hmm, I am your wife, and it is only right for me to help you undress."
