Leng Yu Yan made a gesture for silence and lowered her voice, "Naturally, to watch Lai Manting's drama unfold."
Seeing that he was still standing, she waved at him, "Crouch down quickly."
Ye Yiheng tugged at the corner of his lips, remembering that it had been a long time since he last crouched. It was only during his childhood while playing with Ji Qingyu that they would crouch together to observe the snakes and insects on the ground.
He had not yet intended to crouch when her small hand grabbed his fingers.
Under the moonlight, her hand emitted a pearly white sheen, merely pinching his two fingers, yet it was a firm grip.
Her hands were so small, yet when it came to handling the silver needle, she showed no mercy.
"Quickly," she tugged.
Ye Yiheng cleared his throat and reluctantly crouched.
Seeing his tall stature crouching and still maintaining his composure, Leng Yu Yan chuckled softly.
"What are you laughing at?"
His voice was low and deep.
