Looking at her panicked expression, Ye Yiheng's mood inexplicably brightened.
His long, slightly cool fingertips lightly touched her lips, very naturally and skillfully picking off a piece of fruit stuck to her lip, placing it among a pile of peels.
"As Princess Beilan, can't you manage to eat with some grace?"
His tone was cold, yet it carried an unmistakably playful tease.
However, the hand he kept under the table gently caressed an object.
Leng Yu Yan stuffed all the fruit in her hand into her mouth, eating bulgingly, before she muttered, "How can I compare with Your Highness?"
"Your Highness is a paragon among men, having received exceptional etiquette training."
"I, having grown up in the countryside, am naturally crude and unrefined, always eating however I please. If Your Highness doesn't want to eat, then let's not eat!"
