Leng Yu Yan still clutched a wallet filled with sugared beans, pulling one out and stuffing it directly into his mouth.
"Will this shut you up?"
Ye Yiheng suddenly lowered his head to whisper in her ear, "Do you want to know a clever way to silence someone?"
Despite the cool breath, her ears burned hot, her face slowly blazed up, and her body began to stiffen.
Yet, he straightened up, his profound gaze piercing directly into her eyes as if reaching into her soul.
He called out again, "Yanyan, hm?"
His breath was incredibly close. Leng Yu Yan pursed her lips tightly, a flash of panic in her eyes—what was he planning to do?
"No, I don't want to!"
As she spoke, her voice trembled, and she found herself unable to move.
Ye Yiheng raised an eyebrow and nonchalantly returned to his seat, saying lightly, "Don't get too close to that young girl; you might end up sold without even realizing it."
