However, having just been beaten by her, the Thirteenth Prince dared not do anything more to her, feeling extremely aggrieved.

Heyue walked to the table, poured herself a cup of tea, and gulped it down, not caring whether it was cold or not.

After all, it was impossible to let the maid come in to change the tea; the scene was unbearable.

"The tea's gone cold!" The Thirteenth Prince frowned and was about to call for someone: "Come..."

He Yue rushed over and covered his mouth with her hand.

The thirteenth prince blinked, bewildered, but was so captivated by the delicate fragrance of the woman before him that his tense body instantly went limp.

He Yue waved her fist, warning him, "If you dare to make another sound, I'll skin you alive!"

The Thirteenth Prince frowned and shrugged, muttering to himself in dissatisfaction, "She's practically a female bandit!" But she retreated so quickly that she stopped moving.

Looking at her so close, her cheeks were flushed from exercise, her eyes were as bright and sparkling as jewels, her cheeks were so tender they looked like they could be pinched to release moisture, and her lips were pink and tempting to taste.

Below her slightly pointed chin was a slender neck with fair skin, and a subtle bulge cast a shadow beneath her delicate collarbone.

So cute and tempting.

The Thirteenth Prince stared intently, swallowed hard, and, sensing that Heyue was about to leave, felt a pang of reluctance. However, fearing that he might frighten her and cause her to beat him up again as before, he didn't dare to make a move.

He looked at her pitifully, like a poor little dog: "Wife, we're married now, you can't do this."

"Can't we do anything about it?" He Yue sneered.

Go ahead and pretend!

Don't think I don't know what you're up to!

Sitting on a mahogany stool at the table, eating snacks, I was thinking about how to get through the night.