"Ah Yan, are you still..." Ji Qingyu's heart skipped a beat, and he exclaimed with wild joy, "You have a problem with Ye Yiheng, don't you?"
Leng Yu Yan snatched the human skin back from his hand and replied coldly, "I have no problem with His Highness, he said he is willing to wait for me." She rubbed the spot he had pinched painfully, and a thin mist veiled her eyes, "Ji Qingyu, I don't want to be friends with you anymore!"
With that, she hurried away.
Ji Qingyu wanted to chase after her, but Chun Liu quickly stepped in front of him.
"The Crown Princess Consort is especially afraid of pain. If Prince Qing truly cares about our princess, how could he bear to pinch her arm so hard?"
To pinch it that tightly, causing the stuck-on human skin to wrinkle and curl up, how forceful must it have been?
