Chapter 629: Chapter 629: Mouth-watering Such face-to-face proximity sent her into a panic. She recalled a dream where, several times, he had gripped her waist with both hands, casually lifting her onto the table as one would place an object… And just like that, face-to-face, he toyed with her on top of the table. Leng Yu Yan’s face felt hot, and her ears burned. In her flurry, she wanted to flee. “I’ve already started tidying things up, and from today on, I will be moving to Tingfeng Garden.” After the ceremonial return to the husband’s home three days after the wedding, she wouldn’t come back. Hearing the implication in her words, Ye Yiheng restrained her by the waist with one hand and placed the other behind his back. His wrist turned, invoking his Inner Strength. As he finished speaking, his handsome brows knitted together, he turned his head, and spit out a small mouthful of blood. The fresh blood stained his thin lips, tinting them with a layer of stunning color. Trickling down his fair chin, the vivid red against his pale skin highlighted his handsome face in an unusually seductive way, vaguely giving the impression of a beautiful person who was delicately unwell. She immediately took out a handkerchief to wipe it: “What’s wrong with you?” Her voice was laced with alarm. Ye Yiheng quite enjoyed this kind of affection, silently watching her anxious and flustered expression for him. Seeing that he remained silent, Leng Yu Yan grew more anxious and asked again, “What’s really wrong with you?” She instantly grabbed his wrist against her side and took his pulse carefully. In a moment, she murmured, “The toxin has clearly lessened a lot, so why are there still symptoms of the cold disease?” “Maybe it’s because you’re leaving the bedroom in a hurry that caused this…” Ye Yiheng coughed and said weakly, “Stay by my side, don’t leave.” After speaking, his tongue moved in his mouth, tasting the rust of blood. He had bitten down too hard earlier, and the injury to his tongue would likely hurt even when eating—let alone while kissing her intensely. He blamed himself for not controlling his strength properly. But this woman was too clever. His ploy of self-inflicted pain involved not only biting his tongue tip but also discreetly using his Inner Strength to reverse his blood flow and throw his pulse into chaos, maximizing the effect of the residual toxin in his body. Leng Yu Yan panicked, her eyes veiled with a thin mist, instantly gleaming like rippling water: “I won’t move to Tingfeng Garden. Go lie down on the bed quickly; I’ll get the pill.” She jumped down from the dressing table. After taking only two steps, he embraced her from behind, pleading in her ear, “Don’t leave me!” She was his light—how could she leave? If she truly left, then they might as well both fall from grace. Should the world turn to Purgatory, her soft heart would surely keep her by his side. “I…,” Leng Yu Yan didn’t know how to respond, nor was she aware of his true thoughts at the moment, “Please let me go first.” “I will let go if you don’t leave.” Leng Yu Yan was quite helpless, patting the hand embracing her waist reassuringly, “I will help you to the bed.” Ye Yiheng released his hold, and his tall frame strategically swayed at just the right time. Alarmed, Leng Yu Yan quickly reached out to support his waist, resting his heavy arm on her own shoulder, and exerted herself to help him to the edge of the bed. Ye Yiheng’s lips curled into a smile of triumph. Upon reaching the bed, the smile faded. He spit out another mouthful of blood, a greater quantity than before. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽 The sight made Leng Yu Yan’s heart tremble with fear; she took the handkerchief and dutifully wiped it away, her brows furrowing instantly: “Why did you spit out blood again?” almost with a sob in her voice, “Lie down properly.” She checked his pulse again right away, indeed finding the symptoms of a cold disease outbreak. Obediently, Ye Yiheng lay half-upright against the headboard, smiling weakly at her. His appearance, reminiscent of an exiled Immortal, was born of exquisite flesh and bone. Usually, his expression was always haughty and cold, but at this moment, he exerted himself to produce a gentle smile… This sight made Leng Yu Yan’s heart shudder, and she couldn’t help but chide him: “You’re still smiling in this condition?” She leaned forward slightly and gently touched his forehead with her hand. The soft tendrils of her hair brushed against her forehead, exuding her unique, fragrant scent, which was as alluring as her body, stirring his salivation. Ye Yiheng caught her little hand, gently squeezing it, his voice low and hoarse, as if pleading humbly, “Yanyan, don’t leave me, alright?” As she bent over, her collar slipped down, revealing a glimpse of her snowy white neck. His gaze drifted lower, where the fine craftsmanship of her garments accentuated her curves. Leng Yu Yan sighed, “Where is the medicine? I’ll get it.” Ye Yiheng, with effort, lifted his arm and pointed to the cabinet against the wall, “It’s in the drawer.” Leng Yu Yan hurried over, opened the drawer, took out the Small Jade Bottle, returned to the bedside, poured a pill into her palm, and offered it to his lips, “Take one quickly.” Ye Yiheng grasped her slender wrist, brushed her palm with his lips, and took the pill from it. The tingling sensation in her palm made Leng Yu Yan instinctively retract her hand, but he held her wrist even tighter. After another cough, he said weakly, “It was wrong of me to deceive you, but haven’t we been getting along well together?” Leng Yu Yan pursed her lips, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts, “Shall I get you a glass of water?” “No need, I’ve swallowed the pill,” Ye Yiheng said slowly, “I know you’re planning to stay at Tingfeng Garden for a few days and then move into the Prince Mansion after the third-day ceremony. Yanyan, you once said we’d live the rest of our lives together. If we separate , how would we divide Ye Yin Hui?” Ye Yin Hui, lying on the floor, perked up his ears and wagged his tail at the mention of his name. “Are you splitting the front legs or am I splitting the front legs, or perhaps one of us takes a leg each, left and right?” Ye Yiheng added. On hearing this, Ye Yin Hui let out an annoyed sniff. Were Wolf Dad and Wolf Mother going to split him open? Were they discussing splitting him left and right or front and back? Ye Yin Hui stopped wagging his tail, stood up on all fours, and anxiously paced back and forth in the room. Seeing Ye Yin Hui’s comical behavior, Leng Yu Yan finally laughed, broke free from someone’s grasp, walked over, and wrapped her arms around Ye Yin Hui’s wolf neck, speaking affectionately, “We won’t split, we won’t split.” Ye Yin Hui then wagged his tail like a dog. On the bed, Ye Yiheng slowly sat upright, her saying ‘we won’t split’ must mean she wouldn’t leave him. Ye Yin Hui was so easily managed, and if they had a child in the future, she would find it even harder to leave him, Ye Yiheng thought to himself. At lunch, Song Guo had the meal set up in the bedroom’s dining hall. Leng Yu Yan left the bedroom, personally picked some dishes, and then headed back into the room. “Crown Princess Consort, what are you doing?” inquired Song Guo, stepping forward. “His Highness isn’t feeling well, I’m bringing the meal to the bed,” she explained. Song Guo, skeptical, followed Leng Yu Yan’s footsteps into the room, and sure enough, saw the Crown Prince leaning weakly against the headboard of the bed. Song Guo gasped and quickly approached, “Your Highness, let me feed you.” Leng Yu Yan picked up the porcelain bowl, clutched a piece of beef, and brought it close to someone’s lips. The meat wasn’t too hot, but even at this temperature, combined with the beef’s tenderness and chewiness, chewing it over and over again irritated his sore tongue tremendously, though begrudgingly, it was her feeding him… Ye Yiheng swallowed with a smile, but the pain made his handsome eyebrows slightly furrow. “What’s wrong?” Leng Yu Yan used a handkerchief to dab at the corner of his lips. Ye Yiheng coughed lightly, “It’s nothing, probably just a sore throat from coughing up blood.” “I’ll go make a lung-cleansing, cough-relieving medicinal porridge.” Leng Yu Yan set down the utensils and walked out. Song Guo asked worriedly, “How could Your Highness be ?” Ye Yiheng lifted his eyelids and cast a glance at him. Where was the weakly appearance from just before?