Yan Wanqing never in her dreams imagined that one day she would have the Crown Prince, with his nose so high in the air, kneeling on the bed helping her into her Luo skirt.
"Could something big be happening today..." Yan Wanqing murmured to herself.
The certain someone watched as she woke up, his gaze drifting slowly from her porcelain white, palm-sized face, moving downwards until he saw the marks at her neck and collarbone, his expression darkening several times over.
Realizing something was amiss, Wanqing quickly pulled the blanket up in front of her.
Seeing that the scenery had been covered up, he felt somewhat regretful as he retracted his gaze and brought over a neatly folded white undergarment from the foot of the bed, "Do you want to wear it yourself, or shall I help you?"
The words lingered on "help you" with an extremely ambiguous undertone. Yan Wanqing blushed and snatched it away.
"I'll wear it myself."
