"I'm a pervert?" Ye Yiheng raised an eyebrow.
To deal with a restless woman eager to flee from him, such punishment was exceedingly lenient.
Leng Yu Yan's face turned red with anger, "If you're not a pervert, why do this?"
The man stretched out his hand to grasp the collar of her strong outfit, pulling it downward with a noble chill in his breath, "Do you want to experience something even more perverted?"
Leng Yu Yan shook her head hastily, "No! You're already discussing marriage with Baili Wenyi; go find her!"
Ye Yiheng sat on the edge of the bed, his face expressionless, "Do you think I came to Nandian to discuss marrying Baili Wenyi with Emperor Nandian?"
"What else then?"
"How could I marry such a foolish woman like you?"
At his words, Leng Yu Yan choked, her red lips trembling, and the next moment, big tears fell.
He scolded her again, he had said every unpleasant word imaginable.
How could he be so venomously tongued?
