The hairpin that had just been placed in her hair fell onto the dressing table after being bumped by him.
After a long while, he picked up the eyebrow pencil and carefully drew on her brows, intricately and skillfully.
She teasingly said, "So His Highness requires compensation before drawing brows."
Her voice was so charming it was criminal.
Looking at the blushing face in front of him, Ye Yiheng smiled gently, "I can't help it, I've long wanted to hear you cry."
But it's not the crying she might think.
Leng Yu Yan understood well the dark humor in his words and pinched his waist.
His robe was slightly open, and with her pinch, the loosely tied belt immediately came undone, revealing his toned waist.
The cold white skin was tinged with a hint of red, causing Leng Yu Yan to lower her eyes.
The woman's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and Ye Yiheng looked down at himself, smiling, "You've seen it countless times, why are you still so shy?"
