In that case, what does she... like most about Chen Yi?
Unquestionably, it's that thing.
Yin Weiyin drew closer, a half-moon silently pressing against his arm. She didn't look at him, trying her best to let herself soften against him, "...I also... miss you dearly."
After being teased by Ying Yu multiple times on the way, Chen Yi couldn't hold back anymore. He took a deep breath and held back his voice, asking: "Really?"
"Mm." The reply was as light as a mosquito's buzz.
Chen Yi wrapped his arm around the female crown's waist. Witnessing this, Yin Tingxue sighed in relief for the female crown. The Little Fox always hoped the women around him wouldn't suffer at his hands.
Yin Weiyin raised her eyes to gauge Chen Yi's expression. His hidden desire seemed like it could swallow a person whole. She felt a bit flustered; though dragons fought tigers, how could a single white tiger withstand an enraged red dragon?
