Leng Yu Yan followed Ye Yiheng onto the horse carriage, and because he held her hand, she could only sit next to him.
"Yanyan's hand is really soft,"
Ye Yiheng played with her fingers, his voice as arrogantly cold as ever.
Her hand was so gentle and soft, the phrase "soft as if boneless" now seemed more fitting than ever.
Leng Yu Yan raised her other hand and slapped the back of his hand, "You're still saying that!"
Her voice was coy, almost like a protest.
Ye Yiheng laughed teasingly, "I haven't spoken about anything else, where did your thoughts stray?"
Leng Yu Yan was choked up and found herself at a loss for words.
When it came to shamelessness, she certainly couldn't surpass him.
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Zuixian Building.
Inside a private room, Ji Qingyu was drinking.
Qing Ge entered gracefully; her rouge-stained hand picked up the wine pot and poured a full cup for Ji Qingyu.
"The Commandery Prince is right; the Crown Princess Consort is indeed intelligent."
