"Won't you stuff it again..."
Leng Yu Yan covered her mouth, not continuing, her beautiful eyes rounding with a touch of anger as she stared at him.
"Where?"
Ye Yiheng shook his head and chuckled, his handsome face as intriguing as an Immortal's.
Leng Yu Yan picked up the medicine bottle and pretended to throw it. The man quickly grabbed her hand, playfully stopping her: "Don't throw it. It's a waste of effort if the pills are smashed."
Leng Yu Yan glared at him, clearly annoyed, withdrew her hand, and placed the medicine bottle into the drawer.
The man embraced her from behind, whispering: "Tonight, you must be tired, Yanyan."
Leng Yu Yan thought he was referring to making the pills and sighed: "Not tired."
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Late at night, at Prince Liang Mansion.
After some intimacy with Ah Lea, Ye Zhenyu held her and said: "Tomorrow, Prince Qi Mansion is having a banquet, and I want you to do something important."
"What does Prince want me to do?"
