Chapter 702: Chapter 702: Skin to Skin Contact Leng Yu Yan felt his gaze tighten her scalp. She quickly lowered her eyes and said obediently, “Uh-huh, can the inspection be done now?” Her voice was soft and sticky, low and pleasing to the ear. Ye Yiheng held his breath as he drew closer to her and asked with a deliberately lowered voice, “What if I said to wait another two hours?” Suddenly, Leng Yu Yan felt the room too stifling, her chest too constrained, and the ticklish feeling on the skin where she had written still lingered, her heart racing to escape the sensation… She clutched his arm, lifting her eyes to gaze at him intently, “It can’t be, right now, please?” Her current state was a softness rarely seen in her everyday demeanor; Ye Yiheng felt an itch in his throat and, seizing the gleaming white hand clinging to his arm, he strode into the bath chamber, closing the bath chamber door behind them. Outside, Song Guo and Miao Zhu exchanged glances. In just a moment, both of them disdainfully turned their eyes away and left the bedroom. Inside the bath chamber. Leng Yu Yan’s breathing turned rapid, and she dared not meet his gaze, choosing instead to gently shake off his hand and position herself in the corner of the wall. Ye Yiheng followed at a leisurely pace, and seeing her standing facing the wall, her slender shoulders trembling slightly, he placed his hand on her shoulder. Leng Yu Yan trembled, turned around, took a deep breath, and then untied the cord of her nightgown. Just as her hand reached for the tie of her heart clothes, she suddenly stopped: “Your Highness, if you can clearly discern the writing, you mustn’t renege on the deal.” “Naturally, my word is my bond.” Ye Yiheng surveyed her face with interest, not missing the slightest hint of her expression. Leng Yu Yan saw his neat and proper attire compared to her disheveled state, and she frowned, “This game is too unfair, not only is the writing on my body, but right now, Your Highness is fully dressed, while I…” Ye Yiheng chuckled lowly and, without another word, stripped off his robe, revealing his robust upper body. Then he asked, “Is this fair?” “How can a woman compare with a man?” Leng Yu Yan protested, “In Your Highness’ study room, I was at a disadvantage.” Ye Yiheng shook his head, stripped off his trousers as well, leaving only his short underwear. “If I were to take off this underwear, would the Crown Princess Consort consider it an advantage?” While speaking, he pretended to remove his short underwear. Leng Yu Yan quickly restrained his hand: “Don’t!” She didn’t want to see. The man laughed again: “Do you still need me to inspect? Or is it perhaps that the Crown Princess Consort also wishes to consummate?” Leng Yu Yan closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and untied her heart clothes’ cord: “It’s time for the game to have a result.” Their names were clearly recognizable on her delicate skin. The stark contrast of white and black made Ye Yiheng’s body stiffen. His dark phoenix eyes suddenly became deep and profound, the vision before him imprinted deep in his mind. He hurriedly pulled her into his arms, murmuring softly, “Yanyan has won.” Held in his embrace, their skin pressed together, Leng Yu Yan felt extremely embarrassed. But there was no escape now; she could only rest her forehead against his chest and subtly exert force with her hands, trying to push him away to give herself more distance. But how much farther could she go? Their bodies remained tightly pressed, inappropriately close. His body’s temperature rose higher and higher, definitely not characteristic of someone with a cold disease, and the skin touching his grew hotter in response. Plus, he held her even tighter, as if wanting to meld her into his own body, causing Leng Yu Yan great unease. “Your Highness, I…” she felt like her brain was deprived of oxygen, “Holding each other , I can’t breathe, and I’m scared…” Such an embrace was indeed a first for her, she felt panic and fear, and he was no better off, his back tensely rigid. Reluctantly, Ye Yiheng released the tender body from his arms, coughing lightly as a cover, before bending down to scoop her up and proceeded directly into the bath. Once in the water, Leng Yu Yan hurriedly escaped his embrace and squatted down, her previous embarrassment and panic finally easing somewhat. She wrapped her arms around herself and asked him, her heart fluttering with anxiety, “You keep your word, right, Your Highness?” Ye Yiheng’s rigid body also relaxed, and now with a smile playing on his lips, he said with a casual air, “Of course I keep my word.” He moved closer to her again, “Or does Yanyan hope that I don’t keep my word, hmm?” The trailing note of his voice was teasing, and it carried a hint of provocation. “No, I definitely want Your Highness to keep his word.” The rıghtful source is 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝙣𝙚𝙩 Their excessively intimate proximity throughout the day still made her heart race even now. She sat on the steps, hugging her knees tightly. Yet what followed made her cheeks flush and her heart race even more… The following morning. Leng Yu Yan prepared the birthday gift for Lai Zonghui and then went to the study in the small building. Ye Yiheng was looking at the petitions sent by the Emperor. Seeing her approach, he asked with a smile, “What brings you here?” Leng Yu Yan cast her gaze downward, not daring to meet his eyes, and simply said, “Today is my uncle’s birthday, and I received his invitation yesterday. I am going to visit the estate today, and I wanted to inform Your Highness.” “If it weren’t for the pile of petitions, I would certainly accompany the Crown Princess Consort,” Ye Yiheng put down the petition in his hands and said, “How about this—I will come to pick you up myself in the afternoon.” “That would be good,” Leng Yu Yan replied, lowering her head, and then she fled as if her tail were on fire. Seeing her adorable behavior, Ye Yiheng was in a very good mood. Leng Yu Yan, followed by Chun Liu, Miao Zhu, and Xiaoshan, had just reached the entrance of the Eastern Palace when an extravagant horse carriage hurtled toward them. The curtains of the carriage were lifted, revealing a beautiful face. It was Baili Wenyi, who seemed surprised to see Leng Yu Yan: “It’s so hot today, is the Crown Princess Consort going out?” “Yes,” Leng Yu Yan answered with a light smile, “Is the Princess here to see my husband?” She deliberately stressed the words “my husband” a bit more heavily. A flicker of embarrassment crossed Baili Wenyi’s face, but she quickly regained her composure: “I wish to have a game of chess with His Highness, the Crown Prince. The Crown Princess Consort wouldn’t be jealous, would she?” Leng Yu Yan smiled again, “Of course not. However, I must say, my husband can now see clearly, and since the Princess was defeated in chess two years ago, it’s probably even harder to win now.” Without waiting to see what Baili Wenyi’s expression would be, Leng Yu Yan boarded the Eastern Palace Carriage. Baili Wenyi looked discontentedly at the chess basket on the low table. This woman simply relied on her looks and had the audacity to disregard her completely. What irritated her even more was that Ye Yiheng had actually shared the story of her chess defeat with this woman. Hadn’t he promised to keep it a secret? Was Leng Yu Yan so important in his heart? Xiaoshan, driving the Eastern Palace Carriage, frowned deeply as he had seen Baili Wenyi up close. After so many years, this woman was growing more and more like the murderous Imperial Concubine, both mother and daughter with the same ruthless heart. Yet now, with his white hair and his youthful escape from Nandian back then, even at such close range, Baili Wenyi could not recognize him. After the carriage had driven some distance away, Miao Zhu asked Leng Yu Yan, “Commandery Princess, with that person coming to the Eastern Palace, should we return?” Leng Yu Yan shook her head, “I’ve already promised my uncle, so naturally, I cannot go back on my word.” As for Ye Yiheng, she would trust him this once. Unbidden, the scene from last night’s bath came to mind—when he had said, “The words I write, I will erase.” What could she do if she disagreed? Fleeing around in the pool, in the end, she still ended up in his hands.