"Are you sure?" he asked again.
"Positive, absolutely!" Leng Yu Yan pushed him, "Hurry up!"
If her mother discovered the Crown Prince in her room, her mother's illness would surely worsen.
Hearing footsteps growing nearer, Leng Yu Yan pushed him again.
Ye Yiheng shook his head with a low chuckle, swiftly took off his boots, and got into the bed.
This man is quite particular, Leng Yu Yan mused, as she kicked his boots under the bed. Just then, the door creaked open.
She quickly rolled into bed as well.
Inside the dim canopy, Leng Yu Yan turned and her nose bumped into someone's shoulder.
Ignoring the sore nose, she lowered her voice, "Lie down quickly!"
Ye Yiheng lifted the brocade quilt to get in; the daughter's delicate fragrance wafted to his nose, inadvertently causing his Adam's apple to roll.
Miao Zhu entered with a lamp, brightly illuminating the room.
The Yun Family saw the canopy sway and asked, "Mian'er hasn't slept yet? Let's chat with mother."
