On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness Chapter 585: 585: It's Your Man

Chapter 585: Chapter 585: It’s Your Man

Seeing him staring constantly at her, his appearance cold and stern, yet his gaze sharp as an eagle, Leng Yu Yan softened her tone as much as possible, “Your Highness, there’s no need to be upset. If there’s anything troubling you, feel free to talk to directly.”

Ye Yiheng pinched the bridge of his nose, she, in turn, was using his own words to comfort him.

Just as he was about to say he might not be incapable, he heard her say, “It’s nearly midnight, I’m getting a bit sleepy. Your Highness, stay and sleep with .”

As if possessed, he asked, “Aren’t you afraid I might make a move on you?”

Leng Yu Yan burst into laughter and pulled him by the hand towards the house.

What was she laughing at?

Ye Yiheng felt completely numb and eventually asked, “Aren’t you afraid of ?”

“As long as you don’t bite or strangle my neck, I’m not afraid.”

Cuddling in sleep and pinching her waist, that wasn’t a big deal.

Today, when she sent Ye Jiu back to the palace, Ye Jiu had pinched her waist.

Still, Ye Yiheng couldn’t help asking, “Then, why did you laugh?”

“Do you want to hear the truth?” she asked.

“Of course.”

“Everything has two sides, Your Highness, in so aspects you are lacking…” Leng Yu Yan demonstrated with her index finger and thumb very close together and whispered, “but because of that, my family has implicitly agreed to let us sleep together before marriage.”

The Leng Family agreed to let him spend the night in Yanyan’s room because they thought he was impotent and could not do anything inappropriate, Ye Yiheng was well aware of that.

He suppressed the urge to squish her into a ball, then asked, “What do you think?”

“I think the sa, otherwise why would I keep you here?” Leng Yu Yan glanced at him, noticed a complex emotion in his eyes, felt a sudden tightness in her chest, and quickly added, “You can think of as a brother; it won’t be uncomfortable.”

Ye Yiheng knew he was increasingly losing his temper around her, but at the mont, he couldn’t help it, his face and voice chilling, “I never sleep with a brother.”

Leng Yu Yan smiled coquettishly, “Then I’ll think of Your Highness as a sister.”

Ye Yiheng felt a tide of sweat within himself, first a brother, now a sister…

Tonight, if he took her, with her dical skills, would she neuter him without him realizing?

After all, she chose him, either as a brother or a sister.

If he ended up like a pinecone, then after marriage, he and she really would beco sisters.

Heaven, his head was throbbing.

Leng Yu Yan pulled him forcefully into the house, “Does Your Highness want to wash first, or should I?”

Ye Yiheng quickly collected his thoughts, jesting, “Neither brother nor sister, so why not bathe together?”

It was his own deception, telling her he had a hidden affliction, which the world exaggerated widely.

This woman was clever enough, testing him repeatedly, probably the crucial influence of those soup-filled dumplings convinced her of his impotence.

“That’s not possible,” Leng Yu Yan refused.

“Why?”

“I don’t like anyone else present when I bathe, not even Miao Zhu can stay too long. As for Your Highness, that’s even more impossible.”

“Why?”

“Whether as a brother or a sister, it’s just a taphor. Don’t take it seriously,” Leng Yu Yan muttered softly, “You are still a man at heart.”

Ye Yiheng couldn’t help but smile.

He finally understood, this woman was contradictory.

When she rembered his impotence, she was comfortable; when she rembered he was a man, she felt uneasy.

Entering the bedroom, Leng Yu Yan suddenly turned back, and Ye Yiheng stopped in ti.

“What is it?” he asked.

“How about I help scrub Your Highness’s back?”

Leng Yu Yan lifted her eyelids, her clear eyes fixating on him unwaveringly.

Her expression was indifferent, yet her mind was abuzz with rich thoughts, an opportunity laid before her…

No matter in the Eastern Palace’s bathhouse or in that hot springs pool, she had been overly shy, missing the chance to closely observe. Besides, he was wearing trousers at that ti, which indeed made it difficult to observe.

Today since he said they would bathe together, she would take the opportunity to sneak a peek.

At least to ascertain whether his inadequacy was congenital or acquired.

Ye Yiheng pointed at her nose: “Really?”

“Of course it’s true,” Leng Yu Yan smiled innocently.

Ye Yiheng curled his lips in a smile, “Very well, I will go to the bathroom first, you prepare.”

A mont later, Leng Yu Yan entered the bathroom.

Hearing her enter, Ye Yiheng, already sitting in the bathtub, turned his head, his handso eyes suddenly narrowed: “Why aren’t you undressing?”

She, in front of him, had rolled up her sleeves, revealing her slender, fair arms, holding a cotton towel in her hand—it truly seed she was there to scrub his back.

“I have taken off my outer garnt,” Leng Yu Yan looked at herself, “Is there anything inappropriate?”

Ye Yiheng chuckled softly. He had misunderstood, thinking she would join him in the tub and help scrub his back.

How cunning she was, why hadn’t he noticed just now?

Ye Yiheng helplessly shook his head, turned away, presenting his back to her: “Then go ahead and scrub.”

Leng Yu Yan slowly walked over, dipped the towel in the water, wetting it, yet her eyes kept darting under the water…

Eh, why was this man bathing with trousers on?

Moreover, the trousers were dark-colored, masking everything.

Noticing no movent on his back, Ye Yiheng spoke up: “Not scrubbing?”

“Oh, scrubbing, scrubbing.”

Leng Yu Yan shifted her gaze, her hand stiffly rubbing the towel on his back.

After a while, she seed to casually ask, “Your Highness, since you bathe with trousers, do you want to fetch you so dry clothes later?”

Ye Yiheng pointed to a wooden stool beside him and spoke indifferently, “I have already fetched them.”

It seed he was guarding against her, not only wearing trousers but also having prepared a change of clothes.

Today she wouldn’t see anything, nor could she make any judgnts.

After saying so much earlier, why was he still on guard?

Thinking so, Leng Yu Yan applied more force with her hands, rubbing his pale skin until it reddened. She felt a pang in her heart and casually threw the towel over the edge of the tub: “Your Highness’s body is clean, nothing to scrub off, I will take my leave first.”

Ye Yiheng finally understood, the intention of the drunkard wasn’t the wine.

Yet he didn’t expose her, slightly nodding his head as agreent for her to leave the bathroom.

As her footsteps moved towards the bathroom door, he suddenly changed his mind.

“Yanyan…”

Leng Yu Yan turned her head sideways: “Hmm?”

“Fetch the large cotton towel on the rack.”

“Oh.” Leng Yu Yan approached the rack, handed over the large towel, “Here, for you.”

Interest flickered in Ye Yiheng’s deep eyes, his defined hand quickly seizing her wrist, effortlessly pulling the unguarded girl into the bathtub.

With a splash, water flew in all directions.

Leng Yu Yan was completely soaked, the cotton towel she was holding had been taken away at so point.

He held the large towel aloft, not a single drop of water on it, while his other hand still firmly held her wrist.

Leng Yu Yan wriggled free from his grip and fiercely wiped her face, angrily said: “Ye Yiheng, what are you doing?”

Ye Yiheng didn’t answer, instead, he let out a soft laugh.

Not only that, but he also wrapped the large towel around his waist in a swift motion, sohow already stepping out of the bathtub.

The movent was quick, in rely the blink of an eye for Leng Yu Yan.

Ye Yiheng slowly leaned down, his jade-like index finger lifting her chin: “Rember, I am your man!”