Ye Yiheng's cool voice came through, "I won't throw it at you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the snowball in his hand struck the tree trunk behind Leng Yu Yan, with almost all the snowflakes sticking to the tree trunk.
The tree trunk, struck by the sudden force, shook and the accumulated snow on the branches fell down in flurries, hitting Leng Yu Yan on her body and head; some even fell into her neck, chillingly cold.
"Ha ha ha…" he laughed.
This man relied solely on his good looks, winning the favor of many women. But the fact that many noble ladies in the capital refused to marry him was well-known. Firstly, due to his frail health and secondly, it was probably because his perverse pleasures were indeed too numerous.
Leng Yu Yan stamped her foot and formed a larger snowball to throw back at him.
He slightly shifted his position and she missed.
