On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 337: Lingering Kiss

Chapter 337: Chapter 337: Lingering Kiss

Ye Yiheng lightly uttered four words, "Overestimating one’s abilities."

With a wave of his palm, the tip of the knife turned toward Thug A.

Thug A didn’t expect his opponent to be so capable; it was too dark to see his face, but the aura emanating from the newcomer was unnervingly intimidating.

He quickly held his right hand that was flailing about with his left, thankful that the force of the palm strike had passed. He then used both hands to thrust the knife tip toward the newcomer.

Ye Yiheng clamped the back of the knife between two fingers and exerted a little force, stabbing the tip of the knife into Thug A’s right eye.

The two thugs, terrified in both body and mind, trembled as they knelt on the ground, crying out, "Mercy, hero! Mercy!"

"One eye blinded on both the left and right, very good!" Ye Yiheng said indifferently, "If you dare to offend again, do you know what the consequences will be?"

Both nodded vigorously, "We know, we know!"

"Then why don’t you scram?"

Clutching their wounded eyes, the two thugs scrambled away in a disgraceful manner.

Only then did Aunt and the old man recover from their panic.

"With today’s lesson, they dare not come again!" Aunt angrily picked up a broom. "If they dare to come again, I’ll blind their eyes too!"

Ye Yiheng spoke quietly, "I’m afraid they might seek revenge. When the time comes, you shouldn’t confront them directly, use something from your home to delay them, and go to the government first."

The old man said, "Those two are Gou Dan and Gousheng from our village. They laze around daily; when they have nothing to eat or spend, they come robbing. They only pick on the weak and fear the strong, after today, they definitely won’t dare to come again."

Aunt lit the candle, and the pitch-dark room lit up.

Leng Yu Yan brought Ye Yiheng a shoulder scarf and helped him put it on, then asked, "Aunt, the lights in your room were out, how did they still come to rob?"

Her and that person’s room still had lights on; why didn’t they rush into their room?

Offended, Aunt said, "Those two thugs knew we were sleeping in this room; they’re used to robbing it."

Leng Yu Yan glanced at the room’s messed-up contents and began to help tidy up.

Looking at her husband, Aunt sighed, "If our son and daughter-in-law were here, those thugs wouldn’t dare to come."

The old man waved his hand dismissively, "Don’t speak of those unfilial children!"

Saying so, he went to the kitchen.

With the room tidied up quickly, Leng Yu Yan advised Aunt to rest well. She then pulled Ye Yiheng back to their room.

Ye Yiheng was a germaphobe. Even though he had hardly touched the two thugs, he still washed his hands several times.

Soon, the old man knocked on the door and brought a big bowl of chestnuts.

"Just a snack!"

Leng Yu Yan smiled and accepted it, "Thank you, old man!"

The old man nodded, adjusted the jacket he was wearing, and went back to his own room.

Leng Yu Yan closed the door, then placed the bowl on the small table beside the bed and whispered, "The old man is thanking you for helping us out."

Ye Yiheng merely hummed in response, then quickly said, "Being away from home, do you understand our situation? If things get out of hand..."

"I get it, next time I will take action, and you stay inside."

She peeled a chestnut and directly stuffed it into his mouth.

Her warm fingertips touched his cold lips, making Leng Yu Yan realize abruptly that her action might have been a bit rash.

As she started to withdraw her hand, her wrist was caught by him.

Their eyes met, and it was as though even the air had frozen.

After a while, he methodically chewed the chestnut in his mouth and said indifferently, "You go back to the capital to find Ji Qingyu, let him take you back to Beilan City."

If taking action caused a big commotion, it would surely alert the government. Now that he was a wanted man across Tiancheng, how could he continue to protect her?

Hearing this suddenly, Leng Yu Yan froze.

"Alright, I will find Ji Qingyu." She forcefully withdrew her hand, picked up the unfinished clothes from the bed, stuffed them into his arms, "Find another woman to sew these clothes!"

Leng Yu Yan picked up the scissors, "I’ll undo everything I’ve sewn!"

Thinking about her actually being with Ji Qingyu made his heart ache dully. Ye Yiheng reached out, grabbed the scissors, and took them away, "I spoke nonsense, don’t mind it!"

Leng Yu Yan bit her lip, trying hard to keep her emotions from getting too agitated.

They had shared the bed for two days already, and she devoted herself to this man, refusing to marry anyone else.

He could easily tell her to find Ji Qingyu, as if it were her own cheap behavior to follow him.

If he were dead, no one would bind her anymore; why should she bother?

"No need to look for Ji Qingyu, I can go back alone, I’ll leave right now..."

The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, and tears uncontrollably slid from the corners of her eyes.

Ye Yiheng once again clasped her wrist tightly, pulling her into his arms and holding her close.

He even wanted a more intimate relationship with her, but thinking about his situation possibly not protecting her made him anxious; only then did he speak words he shouldn’t have.

He cupped her face and noticed she was crying, quickly saying softly, "I was wrong just now."

"What fault is yours? It’s my own shame." Leng Yu Yan self-mockingly smiled, "Let’s go our separate ways when it’s light."

Ye Yiheng bowed his head and pressed his cool, thin lips to the corner of her eye, kissing away her tears.

The tingling sensation from the kisses full of deeply tangled emotions caused Leng Yu Yan’s whole body to stiffen.

His lips were cool and incredibly soft.

Are men’s lips also this soft?

As she came to her senses, Leng Yu Yan forcefully pushed him away and asked in a low voice, "Are you mad?"

"One moment you send me away, the next you, you even kissed me!" she vigorously wiped her cheek that he had kissed, "You are capricious, you..."

Suddenly at a loss for words, she couldn’t curse any further.

He said indifferently, "If you grab the scissors in anger again, not only will you ruin the clothes that aren’t finished yet, but you’ll also hurt yourself; I can only hold you with both hands."

"I saw your tears and wanted to wipe them away, but without a free hand, I could only use my mouth."

Leng Yu Yan finally cursed out, "Shameless!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Yiheng laughed; indeed, he was quite shameless.

"Curse a few more times!"

Her willingness to scold him showed that she didn’t want to follow Ji Qingyu, making Ye Yiheng’s heart inexplicably leap.

Leng Yu Yan scolded unreservedly, "You’re not only crazy, but also capricious, and what you did just now was utterly despicable!"

Listening to this, Ye Yiheng raised an eyebrow.

He was holding himself back, there were even more disgraceful things he hadn’t done yet.

Leng Yu Yan pushed away the garment that hadn’t been finished sewing; she had no mood to continue sewing tonight, nor did she have the appetite to eat the chestnuts that Old Uncle had sent.

She walked over to the wooden rack and started washing up using the water in the basin.

Late at night.

Fuming, Leng Yu Yan fell into a deep sleep.

Ye Yiheng turned to his side, his gaze passing under the little square table and landing on her soft, rosy lips.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and as if possessed by a ghostly force, he got out of bed, walked over to her bedside, bent down, and whispered to her ear, "I’m going to kiss you now. If you reject me, speak up; if you stay silent, it means you consent."

"You didn’t reject..."

With that, he pressed his lips to hers.

Light sucking, crushing pressure.

In her sleep, Leng Yu Yan pursed her lips, trying to push away the strange sensation on her lips, but couldn’t rid herself of it.

She found it hard to breathe, her lips parting slightly, and a soft moan escaped her throat...