Ye Yiheng gave her an indifferent glance and said coldly to those outside, "Wait here. No one is allowed to enter the study."
A respectful voice came from outside, "Yes, Your Highness!"
Ye Yiheng re-dipped his brush in ink, then calmly continued to write.
Leng Yu Yan was extremely nervous, afraid that someone from outside might burst in and terrified that the man in front of her would do something other than write. Therefore, she quietly clutched the hem of her clothes that hung at her waist.
After a while, the man finally finished writing two names on her skin, one "Ye Yiheng" and the other "Leng Yu Yan".
His forceful brushstrokes made her cheeks flush red, and her already frantic heartbeat became unbearably heavy as she heard him say, "Done." Leng Yu Yan quickly grabbed her robe from the back of the chair, intending to put it on.
