"Your Highness hates all women who throw themselves at him, and also tired of me, so he strangled me, and then I woke up in a fright."
She spoke, skirting around the major issues, hoping that he wouldn't press further on the topic.
Yet unexpectedly, the arm he was propping himself up with suddenly lost strength, and his entire weight bore down heavily on her.
The sudden pressure made Leng Yu Yan's throat tremble, "Your Highness, what are you doing?"
"I'm sorry for making you have such a nightmare," he embraced her tightly.
Even though they were separated by the quilt, she still felt breathless, "You're so heavy."
Ye Yiheng instantly snapped awake, propped himself up on his arm again, pecked her forehead lightly, and quickly rolled to one side.
"If you have such a nightmare again, hit me."
"Why would I hit you? It would hurt me when I hit you."
"You feel sorry for me?"
"Hehe, that's called action and reaction."
"Yanyan, I don't really understand such vocabulary."
