After all, Ye Che was already twenty-six years old, and the women around him, whether enchanting songstresses or beautiful socialites, each one tried their best to catch his attention, desperate to climb into the Crown Prince's bed and rise from the ashes like a phoenix.
Xia Weiyi simply couldn't believe that Ye Che could really restrain himself and not touch them!
Thinking about this, the playful look on Xia Weiyi's face quickly turned sullen; she pouted with a mix of disgust and accusation as she looked at Ye Che.
Ye Che, seeing that kind of gaze from Xia Weiyi, felt a crawling sensation on his skin and knew the little one was about to dredge up old matters.
He hastily assured her, "Yiyi, really, believe me, I haven't touched them, what I had with them was merely playacting for the occasion!"
"But, but them—in the living room before, they were so—joyfully loud—" Xia Weiyi was referring to their moaning, her expression somewhat awkward.
