Chapter 670: Chapter 670: Your Highness is Too Naughty “Yes, Your Highness!” Song Guo and Miao Zhu both raised their umbrellas high, sheltering the two masters. Leng Yu Yan felt her lips go numb and the back of her thighs burn from his palm pressing against them through only a thin layer of cloth, making her acutely aware of the scorching heat of her skin there. The rain had just begun, and not even a breath of wind was present, the air humid and oppressively hot. At this time, Ye Yiheng said to her, “I’ll take you somewhere.” Because her face was almost pressed against his chest, her voice sounded a bit muffled. “You’ll know when we get there.” With that, the man took long strides towards the Observation Platform. He carried her rapidly, and in about the time it takes to drink one cup of tea, they arrived. Upon entering the building, Ye Yiheng turned his head and ordered Song Guo and Miao Zhu, “You both step back.” The two acknowledged and quietly discussed whether to leave the umbrella behind or take it with them. After pondering for a moment, Song Guo said, “Leave one umbrella, so the two Your Highnesses can share it. Walking in the rain together is quite romantic.” Miao Zhu, unaware of Song Guo’s ulterior motives, agreed by nodding her head. Ye Yiheng shook his head and continued to carry Leng Yu Yan up the stairs. “Alright, there’s no one around; you can stick your head out now.” His voice was tinged with an uncontrollable interest. Leng Yu Yan turned her head and indeed saw an umbrella left by the door. Her gaze then moved outside the building, where she saw Song Guo and Miao Zhu sharing an umbrella as they left… Song Guo’s hand was lightly draped over Miao Zhu’s shoulder, and to avoid the rain, Miao Zhu kept trying to huddle closer into Song Guo’s embrace. Not bothering to criticize Song Guo’s intentions internally, Leng Yu Yan pressed her lips together and said, “I can’t even show my face now.” Her voice was soft and coquettish. Ye Yiheng replied with a smile, “It’s not that exaggerated, you just look a bit flushed.” “Really?” she asked quietly. “Move your hand, let me have a look.” Leng Yu Yan shifted her fingers away but as soon as she did, the man lowered his head and kissed her again. The already stuffy atmosphere, compounded by the kiss, left her struggling for breath. She had to pound on his shoulder, “Mmm… I can’t take it…” Ye Yiheng reluctantly released her lips and chuckled deeply, “You’re so delicate.” Leng Yu Yan saw his lips glisten with a layer of moisture, also redder than usual, which instantly made her cheeks flush hot. Soon after, he took her to the top of the Observation Platform. The Observation Platform was several zhang high and provided a view for miles around. Standing under the eaves, Leng Yu Yan reached out to catch the rain. Ye Yiheng caught her slim wrist to pull it back, “You’re still on your period, you mustn’t touch cold water.” As he spoke, he wiped the rain off her hand with his dry palm. Leng Yu Yan raised her eyes to look at him, his appearance like an Immortal, and a smile formed at the corners of her lips. Such tenderness from him was something she would have never dared to dream of. Yet now, she was truly experiencing it! The rain suddenly intensified, water pouring down the eaves like a deluge, splashing onto them both in the blink of an eye. To prevent her from getting drenched, Ye Yiheng pulled her inside, “Stay inside nicely.” “Mm!” Leng Yu Yan nodded in response, stretched lazily, and turned to smile at him, “It’s indeed cooler here, thank you, Your Highness!” After speaking, she yawned. “Yes, a bit, since I got up early this morning.” “Then take a short rest on the couch.” Ye Yiheng looked around and muttered, “It seems we need to add a bed here.” Leng Yu Yan sat on the beauty couch, puzzled at him, “Why add a bed?” Ye Yiheng only smiled without a word. Later, Leng Yu Yan came to know that the bed installed on the Observation Platform was not meant for rest but for someone to torment her. At the moment, without explanation, Leng Yu Yan didn’t think much of it and lay down on the beauty couch, removing her shoes. Ye Yiheng sat beside her, his large hand making its way under her skirt hem. Startled, Leng Yu Yan exclaimed, “Your Highness, what are you doing?” His fingertips merely brushed gently over her calf, “Just checking if you’re still sweating.” While speaking, he suddenly leaned in close to her, “Or are you expecting something?” “I am not expecting anything,” she retorted, pushing him away, “I’m not sweating anymore, it’s quite cool here…” Before she could finish her sentence, Leng Yu Yan was shocked to discover a tear at the bottom of her skirt. As the person sat up straight, the tear extended all the way up to her waist, “Ah, Your Highness, what have you done?” She hastily covered her legs with the torn skirt, glaring at someone angrily. And yet, that someone quite innocently lifted his hand, looked at the Thumb Ring on his finger, and said unperturbed, “Sorry, the mechanism of the Thumb Ring opened.” Leng Yu Yan, fuming, stood up to inspect his Thumb Ring’s mechanism, but before she could take a step, her skirt almost completely fell to the ground, and her fair straight legs were exposed under his gaze. While she could barely hold a corner of the skirt at the waist, she couldn’t cover the excessively revealed spring scenery. “Ye Yiheng, you went too far!” Just a moment ago, she had thought he was so gentle, but now, his bad nature emerged, tearing her skirt. Suppressing a smile, Ye Yiheng removed his outer robe and draped it over her, “I told you to take off the skirt in the carriage earlier.” “So because I didn’t take it off, you thought of a way to do it for me?” Leng Yu Yan was extremely embarrassed and annoyed, “This is a skirt my mother made for me!” Ye Yiheng lifted the robe, took a corner of the skirt from her hand, and examined it, his voice cool and distant, “With this style, the Crown Princess Consort can have several made.” Though she was covered with his outer robe, without her wide skirt to cover her legs, Leng Yu Yan felt uncomfortable all over. Now wasn’t the time to argue with him, continuing the quarrel might provoke some more wicked fun from him, a burden she couldn’t bear. So, she suppressed her anger and spoke in a gentler tone, “I want to go back to my bedroom.” “The rain is heavy now; you just rest quietly, I won’t bother you.” With such heavy rain, even if he carried her back, holding an umbrella and using Qinggong, they would get wet. It was better to wait here for the rain to stop. The rıghtful source is 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽 “You mean what you say?” Leng Yu Yan was skeptical of his notion of not bothering her. “Mm,” he replied briefly. Leng Yu Yan looked at him straight, “I don’t believe you!” Ye Yiheng gave a wicked smile, pressed her shoulders to have her sit on the couch, and his large palm grasped her leg. “If the Crown Princess Consort doesn’t believe me, then of course I will comply with your wish.” As he spoke, he lifted the robe from her body. Feeling a chill on her legs, Leng Yu Yan hurriedly grabbed his hand, stammering out, “I believe you, I believe you!” She obediently lay down, using his robe as a thin blanket and covered herself properly. Seeing this, Ye Yiheng’s lips curled slightly, his tall figure slightly bent over to cover her legs with her original skirt. Leng Yu Yan couldn’t help but yawn again but really couldn’t relax with him around, keeping her eyes open and refusing to sleep. Ye Yiheng closed the windows one by one, his head turned to see her adorable appearance with her hands propping her eyelids, and he couldn’t resist pinching her cheeks. “My face hurts,” she said petulantly, her eyes watery and misty with fatigue. “Alright, go to sleep,” he withdrew his hand, coaxing her gently. “You’re not feeling well, how would I take advantage?” Hearing this, Leng Yu Yan slowly closed her eyes, not forgetting to mutter, “You’re too bad, Your Highness. If you really dare to lay a hand on me, when you’re asleep, I will…” She stretched two fingers out from under his robe, making a scissors shape.