He grabbed her hand, his voice low and deep: "Alright, just you wait."
This little woman, does she even realize that such a move with her fingertips is a torturous tease to him?
Suddenly feeling very thirsty, he exerted a force with his hand, leaning over and pressing her onto the bed.
Leng Yu Yan's beautiful eyes showed a trace of panic: "Your Highness, you..."
She's still on her period; surely he wouldn't be so impatient?
"I'll just kiss you a little."
Someone didn't keep his word again, not only did he kiss, but his hands got busy too.
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The next day.
Leng Yu Yan watched as Chun Xia Qiudong dried the peach slices. The weather is getting cooler now, and the sun is not as hot as in the midsummer, so the peach slices need a few more days to dry.
Ye Yiheng also stood on the open ground in front of the bedroom, his sharp gaze fixed on her from not far away, and he was instructing Mo Chen Ruo Feng to do something.
