The silhouette in the room walked towards the door, and soon a crack in the door opened, revealing half of her bright, delicate face.
"Your Highness, something is wrong with me."
Ye Yiheng slightly furrowed his brow, "Extreme Joy Powder?"
It was already 3 a.m., and it would be dawn soon. Counting the days, it had been fifteen days since the last episode.
Leng Yu Yan nodded, "Your Highness, you have confined me in this room, I will endure it."
Seeing the fine sweat on her smooth forehead, Ye Yiheng reached out to grasp her wrist.
"Go to the bath."
The episode came on very swiftly; Leng Yu Yan leaned her hand on the door, closed her eyes, and tried her best to stabilize the abnormality in her body.
"Your Highness, I cannot walk."
Ye Yiheng did not utter a word, bent down, and carried her horizontally.
Leng Yu Yan no longer wanted to speak of propriety between men and women, as maintaining clarity of mind at this moment was already quite an accomplishment.
