Leng Yu Yan struggled to get down, but the man's arms tightened, clenching her even more firmly.
She cautiously raised her eyes to look at him, and from her vantage point in his embrace, she just made out his perfectly chiseled chin, the visible Adam's apple, and, looking further up, those cold, thin lips.
Tension and panic rose within her simultaneously, "Your Highness, have you perhaps misunderstood something?"
She had not written "you are incapable" on her face; how could he know what she was thinking?
The man said nothing, easily holding her in his arms.
Leng Yu Yan only felt the icy cold embrace of a person taking her towards the room behind her. His embrace was not the least bit warm; she very much disliked it.
Moreover, his overly chilly aura and the powerful oppressive force made her heart start to pound erratically.
"Your Highness, if I have erred in any way, please forgive me."