Leh Ying's thoughts lingered on the words "before going out..."
She toyed with a strand of hair, slowly bringing it to her nose to smell.
There really was a scent, his clothes had always been taken care of by a housekeeper, perfumed, and that smell... it was mouthwatering, truly drool-worthy, and outrageously expensive.
As for the color of her face, wouldn't one glance give away that she had been...
Yi Jia watched her actions, nodding at her as if she could read minds.
That meant: The color on her face was that of post-coital flush, definitely not the redness caused by the sun outside.
Leh Ying's head hung even lower, she smoothed her hair, turning to a new page of the matter.
Yi Jia similarly averted her gaze, stayed quiet and continued painting, keeping Leh Ying company in learning as the Crown Prince had pressured, "Aren't you sick of being at the club every day? If you're bored, accompany her to learn. She'll be lonely on her own."
That pervert.
