She really did stop moving.
Ye Yiheng's gaze darkened, as if he were savoring a delicacy he had never tasted before, focused and tender.
The tingling sensation on her neck made Leng Yu Yan involuntarily purse her lips, her heartbeat embarrassingly quickened, fearing the madman would bite down in one gulp.
His figure easily overshadowed her; she leaned against the wall with his hand pressed against her back, and him in front of her. His other hand held the back of her head...
Surrounded on all sides, there was no way for her to escape.
Suddenly feeling the sharp hint of teeth approaching, Leng Yu Yan trembled slightly, her voice breaking through, "Your Highness, I haven't moved."
Her voice at that moment was soft and delicate, like the whimpers of a small animal, which softened Ye Yiheng's heart.
He never intended to bite her, and now he found it even harder to do so.
His lips removed from her neck, the pale, creamy skin he had kissed was already blushing an enticing rouge.
