Chapter 577: Chapter 577 Speaking of Liking Solitude The sensation around his waist made him stiff all over. He could even hear the sudden acceleration of his heartbeat within his chest, a strange itch in his throat, dry mouth, and parched tongue. Anxiety within him climbed swiftly, his blood clamoring, with a hint of boiling underneath. Ye Yiheng straightened up abruptly and fiercely grabbed her wrist. The sudden movement surprised Leng Yu Yan. “What’s wrong?” She lifted her eyes to look at him, her gaze shimmering like waves, brimming with grace and beauty. Already breathtakingly beautiful, she exuded a delicate fragrance after her bath. Not only that, her slightly turned aside body, with her clothing a little unbuttoned, revealed the lovely and delicate curves of her collarbones, while her pale skin was as smooth as cream and glowed under the candlelight. Ye Yiheng’s Adam’s apple moved as he found her looking back at him. He felt his reason crumbling bit by bit, and restraining himself suddenly became extremely difficult. “My stomach is a bit uncomfortable.” He shook off her hand in haste. “You go to sleep first.” His voice was dark and deep. His strength was so incredible that when he shook her off, Leng Yu Yan actually fell onto the brocade covers of the bed. Fortunately, the bed was soft and warm, and the covers were comfy, so she wasn’t hurt—just stunned. “Is it a stomach ache?” Ye Yiheng hurried off with a muffled affirmation, and immediately the door to the bathing chamber slammed shut. It was difficult to tell how much time had passed, but Leng Yu Yan was extremely tired. She had been sitting up waiting, but because today had been full of events, she was truly exhausted, so she just lay down and slept. After nearly two hours, Ye Yiheng emerged from the bathing chamber, refreshed. All the lamps were lit in the bedroom, the woman lying on her side on the bed, a few strands of hair resting on her beautiful neckline, with the rest of her black hair, like satin, draped along her graceful and exquisite figure. Why isn’t she covered with a blanket? Concerned she might catch cold, Ye Yiheng quickly went over and pulled the brocade cover from inside the bed, and laid it over her. Suddenly, the sleeping Leng Yu Yan turned. Ye Yiheng slowly sat on the edge of the bed, his slender, jade-like fingers gently tracing her cheek. A skin so fair and delicate as snow, as tender as cream, that was her. Deep in Ye Yiheng’s profound eyes, unseen depths lurked. When he saw her reach out and touch her own face, joy rippled across his handsome face. He leaned in close to her face, his thin lips briefly pressing against hers. A light touch, and then they parted. Today, he was teasing her with playful interest, not expecting to trap himself in the process. He regulated his breathing and gently lay down beside her. A night of sound sleep. At dawn, with his incredible hearing, he could make out the distant sound of the rooster’s crow. He naturally slept little and, as usual, woke early this morning. However, this night he had slept unusually deeply, as if not even dreaming. Could it be because of her in his arms? Undeniably, whenever she shared the bed with him, not only did he need to practice restraint, but it also seemed to improve the quality of his sleep. About an hour later, Leng Yu Yan woke up. Seeing herself hugging someone’s neck, she jerked up, as if on springs. Ye Yiheng sat up slowly as well. “Not going to sleep a little longer?” The light from the window slanted over the bed, casting his handsome face into sharp relief. His flawless profile, his sleek jawline, and especially his narrow phoenix eyes… Inside them was a meaning that Leng Yu Yan couldn’t comprehend or see through. “No more sleep. Today I have to administer hypnosis to Father King.” She shook her head, her hand hidden under the brocade quilt grasped lightly. Why was she so impulsive, how did she end up cuddling him in her sleep? Waking up, her voice was very light, imbued with a gentle, sweet, and glutinous tone, like the melodious sound of coquetry. Hearing this, Ye Yiheng’s mood lifted considerably, his eyes taking a closer look at her. Leng Yu Yan touched her face, “Is there something on my face?” His robes were loosely open, revealing glimpses of his chest that left her somewhat dazzled. She rubbed her eyes and yawned again, still feeling sleepy. She truly wanted to sleep until noon. Seeing her still drowsy, he spoke softly, “You were talking in your sleep, saying you liked me.” “Ah?” Leng Yu Yan frowned slightly, “Impossible!” “You were holding my neck and told me you liked me several times into my ear.” “Are you sure you weren’t dreaming?” Leng Yu Yan muttered, “How come I don’t remember?” She didn’t seem to have dreamt at all that night! Besides, she wasn’t someone who talked in her sleep. Ye Yiheng’s lips curved into a smile, “If you don’t believe me, say you like me again; you might recall it that way.” He shifted his body slightly, signaling her to hug his neck. Leng Yu Yan took a deep breath, moved her arms onto his shoulders, and slowly brought her lips near his ear: “I like you.” The fragrance of the woman’s breath, her warm hand made his neck go numb. He lowered his voice, “Remember now?” Leng Yu Yan shook her head, whispering again into his ear, “I like you.” Just then, the room’s door was pushed open with a bang. In an instant, six people rolled in, cluttering the floor in disarray. Seeing their Master startled, Mo Chen, Ruofeng, Liu Yun, Yin Shuang, Miao Zhu, and Song Guo got up from the ground in various awkward postures. Miao Zhu blinked, “Commandery Princess, are you still not fully awake, grumpy from sleep?” “What are you talking about?” Song Guo pulled Miao Zhu and rubbed her own sore bottom, “Your Highness, Commandery Princess, please continue!” Mo Chen laughed playfully, “We didn’t see anything.” Ruofeng covered his eyes, “Right, why is it pitch black before my eyes?” Liu Yun covered his ears, “I didn’t hear anything, did you hear anything?” Yin Shuang shook her head, “Nothing, didn’t hear a thing.” The six of them snickered and jostled each other as they left the bedroom. The moment the door closed, from top to bottom a row of heads peered back inside. This whole episode fully woke Leng Yu Yan. Feeling both embarrassed and annoyed, she smacked Ye Yiheng’s shoulder hard, “You tricked me!” Ye Yiheng chuckled lowly, “How do you know I tricked you?” “I was still sleepy just now, and you took advantage of me.” Leng Yu Yan got out of bed, put on her robe, and stomped to the door. She flung it open and tapped each of their foreheads, chastising, “You all, one by one, are just as crafty as someone!” The six heads hadn’t retracted in time and were now being scolded by Leng Yu Yan, so they maintained their positions, motionless. Each of them stuck out their backsides and stiffened their necks as they listened to the lecture, looking utterly ridiculous. “And you, Miao Zhu, aren’t you my servant? When did I ask you to bring clothes to my bedroom last night?” Leng Yu Yan flicked her forehead, “If you don’t stop bending the elbow to favor others, next time Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter can follow me.” Miao Zhu almost cried, “It was all Song Guo’s doing, Commandery Princess, I’m at fault!” Ye Yiheng straightened his robe and walked over leisurely, “We’ll soon be family, where is there room for favoritism?” As he spoke, he gave the others a look. The six quickly stood straight. Leng Yu Yan was still mortified and cross. She glared at the person beside her and then said to the six, “Remember, what I said just now, about liking His Highness, didn’t count!” “Ah?” the six exclaimed in unison. Ye Yiheng’s brow furrowed deeply. He reached out to close the door, wrapped his arms around Leng Yu Yan’s slender waist, and asked intently, “Was it not serious?”