On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 334: Slender Waists Break Easily

Chapter 334: Chapter 334: Slender Waists Break Easily

His voice brushed past her ear, low and deep, as if laden with endless teasing, caressing her ear.

Leng Yu Yan instinctively shook her head.

He seemed not to notice and gently released her some, changing his hold to encircle her body, gazing intently and seriously into her beautiful eyes.

His eyes were like ancient wells without ripples, deep beyond measure.

Yet, his gradually deepening gaze panicked her, and she blurted out subconsciously, "I don’t want to!"

Ye Yiheng completely let go of her, bent down, and lowered his head, leveling his gaze with hers, "Yanyan?"

Such a low stature from him, every look seemed to carry hooks, infused with enchantment, leaving her dazed, "What?"

Ye Yiheng’s lips quirked up slightly, "You really don’t want to, hmm?"

His voice trailed off with a slight upward lilt, indulgently tempting.

His cool breath intertwined with her warm exhalations.

Leng Yu Yan’s hand by her side clenched, her palm sweating profusely, what should she do?

This man says such shameless words with a poker face, while her heart thumped to the point of numbness.

Madman, madman!

She closed her eyes tightly, shaking her head desperately, "Don’t want to, don’t want to, please don’t nibble on my neck!"

Ye Yiheng stood up straight, chuckling softly, "Teasing is not limited to just that method."

His throat felt oddly dry.

Doused with ice water, his cold disease did indeed flare up, and now he was still in the midst of an attack, not knowing whether it was the effect of the Life-saving Pills she gave him that, although the disease had reached its peak, it was not nearly as unbearable as the previous few times.

Under such circumstances, he developed the desire to kiss her just once.

At the sound, she suddenly opened her eyes, staring at him blankly, what was he planning to do?

Ye Yiheng’s eyes were profound, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and his slender fingers like white jade gently touched her delicate lips.

His cool fingertips chilled her lips, and Leng Yu Yan stepped back in astonishment.

Seeing her like this, Ye Yiheng sighed, lowered his voice, and teased, "Alright, I’ll stop teasing you."

He was actually teasing her?

Leng Yu Yan bit the inside of her lip, truly a madman!

Such things could be toyed with?

He added, "You really can’t take a joke!"

His voice was very light, yet inexplicably made her angry and annoyed, she turned around, no longer wanting to speak with him.

Just then, Auntie’s voice calling for dinner came from outside.

Leng Yu Yan responded and went to the main room without giving him another look.

During dinner, Auntie noticed the shoulder scarf on Ye Yiheng was very well made and praised, "The little wife has skilled hands, the young husband has found a treasure!"

Ye Yiheng glanced at Leng Yu Yan and said with a smile, "Indeed."

Seeing her silently shoveling rice into her mouth, he served her some dishes, and Leng Yu Yan returned them to his bowl, "Eat it yourself."

Auntie noticed something and smiled, asking, "Had a little tiff?"

Leng Yu Yan quickly denied, "Not at all, Auntie, just a stomachache."

They were indeed at odds. He actually toyed and teased her—did he think she was a kitten or a pup?

But how could she explain this in front of others?

The old master coughed, signaling Ye Yiheng to be more affectionate to his wife. Ye Yiheng understood and nodded.

After dinner, returning to their room, the two of them remained silent.

After a long while, Ye Yiheng, eager to break the stalemate, candidly said, "The shoulder scarf is warm, you should make one for yourself too."

The long night stretched ahead, with plenty of time before sleeping, and rather than suffer through a staring contest with him, it was better to find some work to do.

So she decided to make a shoulder scarf for herself, Leng Yu Yan made up her mind and picked up the ruler, preparing to step out.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"I’m asking Aunt to help me take my measurements."

The shoulder scarf was meant to be worn over the outer garment, so naturally, she had to take her measurements now. Besides, she was still growing, and her bust size had increased considerably from before; it was necessary to measure again.

Moreover, the ruler was made of bamboo, unlike modern tape measures that allowed for self-measurement.

Ye Yiheng walked to the door and opened it, pointing to the room opposite.

"You see the lights are out; Aunt and Uncle are old and go to bed early."

Hearing this, Leng Yu Yan, clutching the ruler, sat back down on the edge of the bed.

Ye Yiheng closed the door and slowly began, "If you’re comfortable with it, I can take your measurements, and I promise not to tease you this time!"

Leng Yu Yan was somewhat doubtful, "To measure shoulder width, bust, and waist circumference is all that’s needed, can you do it?"

Ye Yiheng frowned; after all, he was the Heir of Tiancheng. Although he was deposed, the decree of deposition might have been the devilry of the third one.

Since he was the Crown Prince and had been educated from a young age, he should at least know how to take measurements, right?

Seeing him staring at her, as if to say whether she was implying he was a madman who couldn’t even measure sizes.

This man was exceptionally handsome, with pale, icy skin, both his features and physique were unparalleled. However, when not smiling, his eyes were cold as millennia-old ice, enough to chill someone to the bone.

And the natural, fierce aura he possessed made her shiver uncontrollably.

Being stared at by those eyes until she felt her skin crawl, Leng Yu Yan obediently handed over the ruler, "Then, I’ll have to trouble you!"

Ye Yiheng hummed an acknowledgment and, with his chin, gestured to stand in front of him, speaking in a faint voice, "Come here and stand properly."

Helpless, Leng Yu Yan obediently stepped in front of him and turned around, facilitating the measurement of her shoulders.

Only then did Ye Yiheng slightly raise his eyebrows.

Soon, he discovered this was an extreme test of his self-control.

Measuring the shoulder width was a breeze; the real challenge was measuring the bust.

He deliberately chose to measure her waist first, and to his surprise, her waist was even slenderer than he had imagined.

If his hands were to encircle her delicate waist, his fingers would overlap by quite a lot, and this was while measuring over her outer garment.

Such a slender waistline made him wonder if it might break with a bit of force.

During the measurement, the end of the ruler gently grazed her waist, so tender that it made him curious—what kind of soft flesh lay beneath her outer garment?

Not sure if it was intentional or not, one end of the ruler glided across her waist, a light touch as if brushed accidentally during measurement. Leng Yu Yan felt somewhat uncomfortable, pursing her lips.

Quietly, she glanced up at him now standing in front of her—his pupils were pitch-black, like unfathomable abysses, calm and waveless. Perhaps she was overthinking.

Leng Yu Yan collected her thoughts and extended her arms, to make it easy for him to continue measuring.

At last, it was time to measure her bust, and Ye Yiheng’s hands trembled ever so slightly.

He was determined not to touch her, and with that thought, he carefully wrapped the ruler from the front around to her back with delicate precision.

The moment was brief, but to him, it felt interminably long.

Leng Yu Yan was also very nervous, yet his hands did not touch her at all, and the ruler merely rested close without clinging to her figure.

That sensation at her waist just now must have been her paranoia.

He was a gentleman, and she was the one being suspicious.

Ye Yiheng reported the measurements to her, then dug out a book of chess strategies to peruse.

Only the devil knew how he survived that moment; Ye Yiheng adjusted his posture unobtrusively as he read through the chess book, his peripheral vision catching sight of her marking lines on sheepskin, and he couldn’t help but exhale deeply.

This woman appeared delicate and slender, yet her figure was more exquisite than it seemed in usual glances.

The chess pieces on the board, in an instant, seemed to rearrange themselves into a tactical layout, unexpectedly forming the graceful figure of a woman...