Sitting in the driver's seat, Song Guo didn't dare to look this way, only hoping that his master, the Crown Prince, could have a proper talk with Lady Yu Yan.
Leng Yu Yan's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief, "What does this have to do with Your Highness?"
No sooner had she finished speaking than the man's grip tightened, "Speak!"
Pinched at the waist by his grasp and her chin held between his two fingers, she felt a twin assault of pain.
Leng Yu Yan lowered her eyes to conceal the shimmering moisture within, and bit her lip, "Qingyu is gentler than you. If I were to accept, what's wrong with that?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Yiheng's face darkened with rage.
Did this woman even know how gentle Ji Qingyu was? Had their relationship already become very close?
A wave of irritability came over him for no reason, and he soon sneered coldly, "What if I told him that you have offered yourself to me, and that we have already shared a bed? What do you think he would make of that?"