On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 361 Warm the Bed for Me

Chapter 361: Chapter 361 Warm the Bed for Me

The scenery had unexpectedly invaded his sight, Ye Yiheng held his breath, coughed lightly with his fist to his lips, and pulled the quilt over his stomach.

Leng Yu Yan carefully turned around and slowly withdrew her quilt, inch by inch she crept in.

Ye Yiheng furrowed his brows, leaned casually against the headboard, and gently tapped his knee with his slender fingers, watching her coolly.

This little woman usually moved briskly, but now she was as slow as a snail.

Leng Yu Yan backed against the wall, facing him sideways, and whispered, "You know, I’ve never fallen out of bed before."

"Oh, that’s my good fortune."

His tone was very flat, as if he was very unwilling to drag his bed over to place it side by side with hers.

His reluctance made her breathe a sigh of relief.

Leng Yu Yan pulled the quilt to her chest and moved up to the headboard holding the quilt.

Feeling a bit awkward lying so close to him, she tried to find a topic and tentatively asked, "If I accidentally kick you in the middle of the night, will you punish me?"

Ye Yiheng turned his head to look at her, "Are you afraid of me?"

Leng Yu Yan moved the corner of her lips, forcing an awkward smile, "Not at all."

As if, he was always punishing, and she couldn’t beat him...

"Sleep."

Ye Yiheng parted his thin lips, and with a wave of his hand, the lamp on the table went out instantly.

The room plunged into darkness.

Leng Yu Yan heard the sound of the person beside her laying down, she sighed softly, and lay down as well.

The two of them were too close for comfort, and to avoid touching him, Leng Yu Yan moved closer to the wall.

Ye Yiheng caught on and suddenly said, "Are you planning to sleep against the wall?"

Sleeping against the wall, but not him?

"My sleeping posture is terrible, I’m afraid of hitting or kicking you."

"Whatever you want," he said coolly, then turned over, his back facing her.

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Leng Yu Yan quietly turned her head, and with the faint moonlight outside, she saw him lying in a disciplined way on his side.

Most importantly, he was facing away from her, which made her breathe another sigh of relief.

Lying against the wall was uncomfortable, Leng Yu Yan lay flat, her hands properly placed on her lower abdomen, but it was like doing flexibility exercises; her whole body was so tense she couldn’t fall asleep.

She carefully turned onto her side, trying to move slowly and silently, but even then, she couldn’t sleep.

In just fifteen minutes, she turned over ten times.

Based on the slight noises each of her movements made, Ye Yiheng could easily guess her actions.

His amazing hearing wasn’t just for show; it was a skill honed during a period of blindness.

She wasn’t sleeping, and neither was he.

As time slowly passed, how long would it take for them to fall asleep at this rate?

Ye Yiheng moved his fingers and said coolly, "If you can’t sleep, warm the bed for me."

"Ah?"

Leng Yu Yan was startled by his words, stuttering, "I, I’m about to fall asleep soon."

After saying that, she dared not move again, she desperately closed her eyes, commanding herself to fall asleep sooner.

An hour later, she was still very awake.

During that hour, she tried counting sheep, counting dumplings, counting crazy things, the more she counted, especially the silent counting of crazy things...

And during this time, someone was always lying quietly on his side, not turning over even once.

Thinking that whatever he said was always taken seriously, she was afraid he would find out she was still awake, so she suppressed the urge to turn over dozens of times, forcibly lying still.

To make him believe she was asleep, she deliberately slowed her breathing.

She had thought she wouldn’t need to sleep at all that night under these circumstances, but a deep drowsiness crept up, her eyelids no longer forced shut, and her body relaxed...

Finally, she lazily turned over.

Ye Yiheng heard the noise and knew that the person beside him had only then truly fallen asleep.

He slowly turned over, facing her.

What surprised him was that she had obediently slept in her own bed all night, her body hadn’t moved an inch towards him, except for a corner of the blanket that had landed on his.

The next morning, Leng Yu Yan saw that he was already sitting on the bed reading a chess manual and softly asked, "I didn’t kick you, did I?"

"No," he answered truthfully.

She took a deep breath of relief, it seemed that doing stretches was useful after all.

Leng Yu Yan, as usual, crawled towards the end of the bed, then ran her fingers through her hair and simply tied her long hair at the back of her head with a hairband.

Ye Yiheng deliberately avoided looking at her crawling posture, but still caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye of her combing her hair with her fingers, recalling that these past few days she had only used this lilac-colored hairband to tie her hair. When they were at Aunt’s house, she also had a hair bun on top, with half of her hair cascading down...

So, he asked, "You’re not using a hairpin?"

Leng Yu Yan honestly replied, "I’m not using one anymore; besides, I didn’t bring a comb, so it’s hard to manage my hair."

Ye Yiheng pinched his own bundle of hair; he had been tying up his hair these past few days, playing a bearded character, and had been as unkempt as possible, that he hadn’t noticed this detail.

In the morning, Ye Yiheng left the room, and Leng Yu Yan saw that he didn’t mention where he was going, so since he was generally on the boat, she didn’t ask.

Glancing at his bed which had been pulled back to its original position, Leng Yu Yan took out a needle and thread to continue sewing the unfinished clothes.

Just then, Jiang Rou came.

"Sister..."

Her voice carried a hint of crying.

Leng Yu Yan looked up to see tears swirling in the young girl’s eyes, quickly put down the needle and thread, and asked, "What’s wrong?"

"Aunt combed my hair so painfully, can you comb hair, sister?"

Leng Yu Yan was troubled, "I haven’t combed a young girl’s hair before."

"It’s okay if you haven’t, you are gentle, sister, and I bet it won’t hurt if you comb." Jiang Rou took Leng Yu Yan’s hand, "Can you help me comb my hair now?"

Leng Yu Yan opened her mouth to respond but was already being pulled away by the young girl.

This child was not very old, but surprisingly strong.

They arrived on the deck where Jiang Yu was holding a comb, hands on her hips looking at Jiang Rou, "Little Rou’er is too naughty, Aunt was combing your hair, why did you run? What’s there to run from?"

Jiang Rou pouted unhappily, "Aunt is clumsy and her fingers made my scalp hurt, I want sister to comb my hair!"

"Humph, you didn’t see how she can’t even comb her hair, just tying it with a hairband every day, what can she comb?"

Jiang Yu rolled her eyes, though Leng Yu Yan was Ah Li’s sister, she just couldn’t grow to like her.

That’s when Jiang Rou noticed that Leng Yu Yan’s hair was tied very simply, "Sister, you know how to comb hair, right?"

Leng Yu Yan smiled and touched her soft hair, "I can try."

Hearing this, Jiang Rou, delighted, snatched the comb from Jiang Yu’s hand and handed it to Leng Yu Yan.

Leng Yu Yan tenderly and meticulously combed through the young girl’s hair, "Sister will make you two little pigtails, okay?"

"Okay," Jiang Rou nodded and wrinkled her nose at Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu crossed her arms and watched intently as Leng Yu Yan combed her niece’s hair.

The more she watched, the more uneasy she felt; the young girl’s fingers were slender, her skin pale, those nimble fingers flitting through Little Rou’er’s hair.

In no time, two little pigtails were done, unlike her own efforts at combing her niece’s hair which left the young girl crying, now Little Rou’er’s face was full of enjoyment.