Leh Ying didn't ask further, still assuming there was some treasure he kept in his pocket for her. It seemed he simply liked to pinch her palm and hide it away.
After witnessing his care today, she didn't know whether it was good or bad.
He led her out to the deck and handed her over to Chen Rong, who was waiting by the shore, content just to watch her get in the car.
Just as Leh Ying settled in, still curious why he hadn't moved, she heard his voice rise faintly.
"I left my lighter behind."
She leaned out the car window, looking at the tall figure of the man, "Sir, I can wait for you."
After speaking, she sensed something was amiss; the Crown Prince wouldn't go back for a lighter. Chen Rong would take care of it, especially since his lighters, one after another, were disposed of in the trash bin if they didn't please his eye.
Indeed.
