The man’s voice was low and hoarse, his arms around her tightening ever so much. Since he was embracing her from behind, Chuxia’s attire was thin, allowing her back to clearly feel the warmth emanating from his chest and abdomen, even the hard lines of his muscles. Leng Yu Yan dared not move, nor could she, so in a softened tone, she called out, "Your Highness..." He lowered his head in silence, his warm breath spraying over the side of her neck and ear, swirling with ambiguity and making her anxious to flee. Recalling his many explanations, Leng Yu Yan could only command herself to calm down, but since she couldn’t turn her head, she couldn’t see his expression, let alone know his current state, prompting her to call again, "Your Highness?" The man’s hands began to roam restlessly, and Leng Yu Yan instinctively struggled. Unable to break free from his grasp, she tried to crouch down, but the man seemed to anticipate her next move, grabbing her by the shoulders and spinning her around. "Yanyan, you understand my intentions, hmm?" He pinched her fair, delicate chin with his fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze. Leng Yu Yan nodded and looked up at him. Their eyes met, and time seemed to stop, even the air seemed to stick. The storeroom was very quiet, and she could hear her own heartbeat, erratic and chaotic, causing a tumult within her. Before the exceedingly handsome man, whose deep eyes seemed to swallow her whole, Leng Yu Yan hastily lowered her lashes; her chest heaving intensely due to her panic. She had no choice but to bite her lip and force herself to calm down. Yet, to the man, her lips seemed glazed with a hint of moisture, as if teasing him, almost like an invitation. Ye Yiheng bent down, and his thin lips covered hers. Leng Yu Yan was taken aback, her beautiful eyes suddenly widening. "Be good, close your eyes." As if under a spell, she obediently closed them. The man was seemingly patient, kissing her gently and intricately. Leng Yu Yan’s mind went blank. She had been in a small quandary these past few days, and now she didn’t know whether to push him away or... Without thinking about the problem, she found herself involuntarily wrapping her arms around his neck, even standing on tiptoes and forcefully matching his movements. When she came to her senses, she wanted to retreat. Ye Yiheng would not give her the chance, grabbing her waist and pinning her against the wall. To prevent her escape, he restrained her waist with one hand and cradled the back of her head with the other to keep her from hitting the wall. His kisses were sometimes tender and poignant, sometimes dominant and forceful, as if nothing else in the surroundings mattered. Leng Yu Yan felt dizzy, her breath turned extremely erratic, so she pushed hard against him, "Your Highness, I... can’t... breathe..." Ye Yiheng slightly released her lips, murmuring, "The way you get jealous is truly cute, but whimsical jealousy deserves punishment." "Punishment?" A trace of panic crossed Leng Yu Yan’s eyes as she struggled to flee, "You’re not going to nibble on my neck again, are you?" Ye Yiheng easily held her still, his slender phoenix eyes locking onto hers, then truly bent down towards her neck. Fortunately, he merely kissed and nibbled at the tender skin of her neck, causing Leng Yu Yan’s heartbeat to drum, but her limbs ceased struggling. What she didn’t expect was that his kisses trailed down from her neck, along her collarbone, and continued downward. It was some time before the man finally released her completely. Leng Yu Yan quickly turned around and began to adjust the heart clothes that had been tugged askew, her disheveled collar, and the twisted belt around her waist. Then she tidied up her step ring, gave the man an angry glare, and stumbled towards the door. Ye Yiheng was in a very good mood, his eyebrows, eyes, and lips brimming with smiles. He bent down to pick up the scarf that had fallen due to his movements, took a long stride forward, and caught up with her, wrapping the scarf around her arms. Leng Yu Yan caught a glimpse of someone’s pale and strong hands as they intimately helped her wrap the scarf around her. She couldn’t dare to look at him, and at this moment, she dared not even look at his hands. "You, how can you be this bad?" she covered her face. Ye Yiheng saw her little face flushed through, even her ears seemed as though they were about to drip blood, so he reached out and gently stroked her cheek, "Only bad towards you." Leng Yu Yan stomped her foot in annoyance, "You see the door is wide open, if someone had come by just now, I..." Where would she put her face, inside and out? Yet, Ye Yiheng said, "People don’t usually come to this place." His voice was mischievously teasing, brimming with laughter. Leng Yu Yan realized that he was right—this place was akin to his treasury, without his permission, others naturally wouldn’t come. At that moment, he added, "If the door to the secret chamber is closed, even if you shout yourself hoarse inside, no one outside can hear you, not in the slightest." If he had taken her inside just now, no one would have come to rescue her. Hearing the implication in his words, Leng Yu Yan got so angry she couldn’t take it, "Are you saying, that after what you did just now, I should still thank you?" Ye Yiheng embraced her in his arms, coaxing her with a gentle tone, "I’m only trying to tell you that I’m a man. My restraint is because I like you. Do you understand?" Leng Yu Yan pursed her lips, but the images from just now flashed suddenly through her mind, and she still couldn’t help feeling embarrassed and annoyed. Ye Yiheng chuckled deeply, "Don’t be shy, if it comes to it, I’ll just nibble on your neck." "I’m not you." She muttered quietly with flushed cheeks, "If you bully me again, I’ll bite your neck, nibbling would be the least of your worries." During her speech, she bared her teeth and made a face at him. The girl before his eyes had beauty that could tip the scales of cities, and as her pearly white teeth were exposed like that, it made him so itchy he wanted to just mold her into any shape. This update ıs available on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝕟𝕖𝕥 Ye Yiheng had never known his Crown Princess Consort could be this playful and couldn’t help wanting more. What expressions would she show then? He was quite curious! But, there were many days ahead, and one should not rush things. Especially with this girl, who was afraid of him. The two finally left the storeroom and returned to the bedroom in the palace. When Miao Zhu saw that her Commandery Princess’s face was flushed, and even the tips of her ears were red, she couldn’t help but ask, "Did the Crown Princess Consort drink too much?" But she seemed not to be drunk at all, however, her complexion was abnormally red, even her clothes were somewhat disheveled... Prince Liang’s wedding banquet had two parts, and as her Commandery Princess and the Crown Prince were returning at this moment, did something disagreeable happen at the wedding banquet? Thinking of this, Miao Zhu rolled up her sleeves, "Who bullied the Commandery Princess..." realizing Ye Yiheng was present, she quickly corrected herself, "Who bullied the Crown Princess Consort, the next time I see him, I will make sure to spit on him." Leng Yu Yan glanced at the person beside her and told Miao Zhu, "Nobody bullied me." Miao Zhu didn’t believe it, pointing to her face, "But the Crown Princess Consort’s face is very red." "The temperature was too high this afternoon, it’s sunburn from the walk, and then there was a little wine." Leng Yu Yan, not wanting Miao Zhu to have any further suspicions, ordered her, "Go call Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter for me." Miao Zhu complied and left the bedroom. At this moment, the instigator cleared his throat lightly, "I still have things to attend to, I will head to the study first." Leng Yu Yan nearly gnashed her teeth and said, "Your Highness, take care on your way." Ye Yiheng took a few steps away, then suddenly turned back and kissed her earlobe. Only then did he leave, content. It was only then that Leng Yu Yan could finally approach the vanity mirror to look at herself. The reflection showed her looking exactly like someone who had just been bullied.