Time passed extremely slowly.
Leng Yu Yan was completely stupefied on the spot, looking as though her soul had left her body, allowing him to gently suck on her lips. When her consciousness returned, she suddenly pushed against his chest.
"How could you… without my permission…"
She unconsciously pursed her lips, her face flushing and even her earlobes reddened.
"An engagement night present, Yanyan."
He reached out to pull her, but she dodged away.
Leng Yu Yan didn't know how to describe her feelings at the moment. She lifted her dress and ran out of the pavilion, heading toward the front courtyard.
The snow was slippery, and she was running fast, so without caution, she fell to the ground.
Ye Yiheng rushed to help her.
She pushed his hand away, tears pooling in her eyes as she gazed into his, overwhelmed by the complexity of her emotions.
"Yanyan, are you angry?"
Leng Yu Yan stood up straight, brushing the snow off her knees, "I… I don't know."
