Leng Yuqing sensed the atmosphere was somewhat amiss, and only then did he belatedly realize he had interrupted something between the two Highnesses, so he quietly left the room.
Within the room, only Leng Yu Yan and Ye Yiheng remained.
Seeing the man remained silent, Leng Yu Yan pursed her lips and let go of his hand, preparing to close the door and thoroughly mollify this ice-faced gentleman.
His soft, delicate hand suddenly released his fingers, Ye Yiheng's brows furrowed in displeasure—was she going to follow Leng Yuqing back to the Prince Mansion now?
Where did that leave him, her husband?
At this thought, Ye Yiheng's countenance grew even colder.
As if a beast was roaring within his heart, he began to exude a faint, dangerous chill.
Just then, Leng Yu Yan suddenly turned around, tiptoed up to him, her soft arms encircling his neck, and the next instant, her delicate lips pressed against his.
