As she leaned back, the light gauze of her nightgown slipped from her right shoulder, revealing a large expanse of her delicate, snowy skin as smooth as jade.
Leng Yu Yan lowered her eyes hastily, clutching at her garment's opening. Feeling it insufficient, she wrapped herself in the blanket, her voice trembling slightly, "Let's talk about this tomorrow."
At this moment, she truly couldn't discuss the issue with him.
In her clear eyes seemed to rise a luster like shimmering water, which, though she lowered her gaze to conceal it, he had carefully noted a moment ago. Ye Yiheng averted his face, shifting his gaze away.
"Then let's talk tomorrow."
He tried not to touch her as he leaped off the bed.
Feeling his movement as he turned and got out of bed, she added, "Your shoes are under the bed."
Indeed, it wasn't proper to linger here for long. Ye Yiheng gave a light "hmm" in acknowledgment, put on his shoes, and left.
