Leng Yu Yan struggled with her hand. "That was just the Extreme Joy Powder acting up; I didn't mean to!"
Seeing the corner of his lips curl up, she hurried to explain, "Besides, Your Highness, you felt cold mainly because of that!"
Ye Yiheng toyed with her fingers, casually asking, "Do you remember what happened while you were in my arms, Commandery Princess? Do you remember what happened after that?"
Leng Yu Yan was stunned. She reached out to wrap her arms around his neck and pressed close to him greedily soaking up the coolness, this scene she remembered.
Was there something else that happened after that she couldn't remember?
Could she have fallen into an illusion again?
Ye Yiheng let go of her hand and pressed his thumb against his temple.
He had secretly kissed her, and while she was trapped in the illusion, she had also pressed her lips to his.
In the impression of this woman, their lips had never actually touched.
