It was clearly a proud, cold face with thin, indifferent lips, yet he spoke words that made one's cheeks flush and heart race.
The bullying he referred to—even if she didn't know what exactly he meant, she roughly knew it would be more excessive than the nibbling kiss from before.
Leng Yu Yan turned her head away: "I don't want to."
Seeing the elusive light flickering in her beautiful eyes, Ye Yiheng's slightly raised phoenix eyes narrowed: "Really don't want to?"
She blurted out: "Do you want to bite me or something?"
To pull back the collar and bite down hard?
Hearing this, Ye Yiheng chuckled deeply: "Do you really think I'm a wolf?"
Leng Yu Yan countered with a snort: "Yinhui shares your surname, aren't you a wolf?"
He shook his head, about to say something, when urgent footsteps came from the stairs outside, and soon there was a knock on the attic door.
"Commandery Princess, someone has intruded into Linqing Pavilion," Miao Zhu said in haste.
