Leng Yuyue averted his gaze in a flustered manner, waving his hand, "I cannot do this, I!"
Ye Jiu muttered, "Why can you not?"
"You... you quickly cover up your skirt!" Leng Yuyue, turning his back to her, pointed at her legs.
Ye Jiu looked down at her own legs, her tone forlorn, "So in the Princely Heir's eyes, my legs are that ugly."
Skin as smooth as cream, isn't that the case here? How can they be ugly? Leng Yuyue's handsome brows furrowed tightly, "I did not say they were ugly."
Indeed, she was a beauty with a flawless complexion and a charming demeanor, from her fingers to her legs, every part tender and lustrous.
"Then why dare you not look?" Ye Jiu reached out to tug on the hem of his clothes.
Leng Yuyue turned his head to see the small hand gripping his clothes' hem, with bright rouge painted on the nails; he once more averted his gaze, "Do not gaze upon things improper!"
