Her eyes were bright, and her little hands were so tender. When she smiled, it seemed as if the whole world lit up. He loved to watch her act coquettishly toward him, calling his name in a soft, crisp voice, or playfully making all sorts of demands.
His gaze upon her grew increasingly fervent, so intense that even he began to fear it. To prove to himself that he was normal, he even purposely summoned two concubines to massage his legs.
Feigning a relaxed enjoyment, God knows how difficult it was for him to endure until Little Yanyan, led by Qianhe, arrived at the great hall, only then did his heart finally calm down.
Zhiyan climbed into bed, touched the quilt, and soon a steady breathing could be heard.
Ming Yihan's body flashed, canceling his invisibility, and he moved to Zhiyan's bedside.
