The force was so great that it shook her delicate body.
Ye Yiheng frowned. Was this woman not waking up, or feigning sleep?
What did she mean by actively pressing herself against him?
Was it because he mistreated her last night, so she was trying to curry favor and thus make it easier for her to escape again?
He bent down to look closely and found that she was indeed asleep.
Her breathing was light and sustained, her clothes slightly open, her chest rising and falling, her arms and legs exposed from under the thin blanket, fair-skinned and smooth, emitting a seductive luster.
Ye Yiheng's eyes darkened as he ultimately couldn't bring himself to force the intoxicated her.
Just then, Leng Yu Yan wrapped her arms around his neck, murmuring in her dream, "Mama, don't go!"
At the sound, Ye Yiheng's handsome face became covered in frost.
Mama?
He heard her say that in the modern world, she called her mother "Mama."
Ye Yiheng nearly laughed out loud.
