When he saw the drawing he had made, his thoughts drifted back to last night, his hand...
Ye Yiheng's face began to turn red.
He hurried to stand up and wash his hands, his handsome face completely blushing as he rubbed his fingertips.
The woman's figure was slender and tall, the flesh growing exactly where it should. But other parts, such as her delicate fingers, slender neck, wrists, waist, and ankles, seemed so fragile they could easily break with a little force.
Although she possessed some fighting skills, in his eyes, she was extremely fragile.
As Ye Yiheng gently rubbed his fingertips, memories of the softness he had touched last night made his body tense instantly.
Why was the fierce heat of the Capital City so unbearable this year?
It hadn't been like this in previous years.
He dried his hands on a towel, his mind filled with images of her smooth, creamy skin; his grip on the towel unconsciously tightened.
The bedroom in the Eastern Palace,
