"I'm tired, I want to sleep," Han Yingying said coldly, hating Ye Haofan's embrace.
Ye Haofan held Han Yingying in his arms.
"What are you doing?" Han Yingying asked, looking at him guardedly.
"Carrying you back to your room."
"No need, I can walk by myself."
Ignoring her, Ye Haofan carried her into a princess room decorated with lace, placed her on the bed, and untied the tie on her wrist.
"Sleep for a while, we'll eat later!"
"I want a new phone, and I want my old number back."
"Butler, go handle it."
"Yes."
Ye Haofan looked at Han Yingying. His expression was still cold, but his eyes were exceptionally soft: "Anything else you need?"
"That's all."
"If you need anything, just ask the butler and the maids to handle it."
Han Yingying turned her head away, remaining silent.
Ye Haofan didn't force her and stood up to leave the room.
As soon as he left the room, he almost collapsed.
The butler caught him swiftly: "Sir!"
