Leng Yu Yan no longer resisted him, her delicate body softly nestled against his right chest, and she soon fell asleep with ease.
Ye Yiheng raised his hand and gently touched her powdered cheek, a few strands of hair sticking to it, moistened by her tears. He brushed aside the strands and then pinched her tender wrist, slowly kneading it.
In such peaceful moments, time seemed to stand still.
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When Leng Yu Yan woke up, it was nearly dusk.
She got up from someone's embrace and said sheepishly, "I didn't expect to sleep for two hours. Did I numb Your Highness's arm by lying on it?"
"You are light, how could you numb me," Ye Yiheng responded, "I couldn't even be hurt by that."
"Uh..."
Leng Yu Yan was stunned.
Then he said something unexpected again, "Yanyan, if you are afraid that I will be crushed, you can lie on top of me in the future, I promise I won't resist."
Leng Yu Yan was stunned again.
Listen, what kind of declaration was that?
