Ye Yiheng embraced her body, smoothly landing on the bedroom floor, and then promptly withdrew his hand.
To warm his bed...
She had always failed to avoid him, how could she dare say such a thing?
Did this woman believe the rumors that he was impotent, and that's why she spoke so?
It must be so.
Ye Yiheng laughed, his chest heaving with amusement as he turned and walked into the bedroom.
However, the woman's waist was so soft it was almost ridiculous. He had only noticed before how slender her waist was, hardly enough to fill a grip, but now it had aroused his curiosity...
Curious as to what kind of soft flesh lay beneath her delicate soft waist?
Shocked at his own thoughts, Ye Yiheng quickened his pace.
Leng Yu Yan caught up to him, "Your Highness, you don't believe me?"
His frame was extremely tall, and his legs were very long, so with a few steps he was already far ahead.
