Leng Yu Yan was about to leave his embrace when suddenly another bolt of lightning struck, followed by a deafening clap of thunder from above the carriage.
Having never been so close to thunder and lightning, the loud noise buzzed in her ears, and she unconsciously shrank back into his arms.
Seeing this, Ye Yiheng patted her back gently with his right hand, as if soothing a baby.
His left hand covered one of her ears, while he pressed her other ear tightly against his chest.
It was a posture of utmost care.
Leng Yu Yan couldn't grasp the fleeting strange feeling in her heart, only aware that he was very tall. Being held by him made her feel his imposing presence from head to toe.
Strangely enough, despite the great pressure, his embrace was cold, but listening to the strong and powerful heartbeat in his chest inexplicably comforted her.