"I'm sorry." Jiang Yehan sighed, reached behind her, and untied the laces.

"What are you doing?!" Ye Zhaoyan was frightened. He beat Jiang Yehan's chest with both hands and twisted his body desperately. "Let me go, you can't force me!"

Jiang Yehan suddenly put his finger on her back, making Ye Zhaoyan unable to move for a moment.

Ye Zhaoyan had a shocked expression on his face and looked at Jiang Yehan in front of him in disbelief.

Her head buzzed, and she went blank, unable to do anything, like a puppet.

Jiang Yehan looked at her expression, sighed, let go of her, took off his robe and threw it on the ground, revealing his strong and strong chest.

Ye Zhaoyan quickly closed his eyes, not daring to look at Jiang Yehan anymore. His body stiffened, and his chaotic mind was in a panic.

Only her slightly shaking shoulders revealed her state of mind at the moment.

"Don't be afraid." Jiang Yehan saw Ye Zhaoyan trembling and hurriedly held her shoulders, "Don't be afraid, okay? You're so afraid, it makes my heart go crazy."

In the darkness, Jiang Yehan took off his shirt, slowly lay down next to Ye Zhaoyan, stretched out his hands, and took her into his arms. His breath sprayed on Ye Zhaoyan's neck, which felt a little itchy and burning.

Ye Zhaoyan's body was stiff, goosebumps appeared on her back, and a thin layer of sweat stuck to her back, making her feel a little cold.

Jiang Yehan stretched out his hand and hugged Ye Zhaoyan's slender waist, "I won't touch you. When Prince Qing's people come, I will let you go, okay?"

His voice was gentle and full of temptation, as if he was coaxing a child.

Ye Zhaoyan opened his eyes suddenly, with a look of astonishment in his eyes.

She understood what he meant. He wanted someone to solidify their relationship. In this way, they would be tied together forever, and he wouldn't have to worry about Ye Zhaoyan running away or the Ye family taking revenge.

With Prince Qing holding such a handle, even if Ye Zhaoyan is not willing, the elders of the Ye family will ask Jiang Yehan to marry Ye Zhaoyan.

She never thought that this handsome gentleman could be so sinister and rogue.

But King Qing had such intention in sending Jiang Yehan to get close to her.

This made her feel extremely humiliated.

Jiang Yehan seemed to have figured out her thoughts and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't touch you for the time being."

Ye Zhaoyan felt cold all over, and his whole body was almost frozen.

Jiang Yehan didn't realize anything until he finished speaking. He was afraid that she had misunderstood him, so he quickly explained, "What I mean is that we won't do anything before we get married, unless you want..."

Before Jiang Yehan finished speaking, Ye Zhaoyan felt someone forcefully break into the room.

A huge roar echoed in my ears along with the sound of heavy objects collapsing.

There was a hint of bitterness and despair in Ye Zhaoyan's eyes, and his heart was about to sink to the bottom.

She can't escape this fate after all!

When Jiang Yehan heard the movement, he hugged the girl beside him even more tightly.

Ye Zhaoyan closed his eyes tightly, no longer struggling or resisting.

Jiang Yehan looked at the door and saw a tall man walking in against the light, blocking the light outside and making his face unclear.

He was a little confused as to why Prince Qing only arranged for one person to come to respond internally, and tentatively said: "The person who comes is from His Highness Prince Qing? Miss Ye is included, don't..."

The words stopped abruptly.

One person stepped in holding a candle.

The flame of the candle danced weakly, reflecting his handsome and voluptuous face.

As he approached, the candlelight illuminated the other people in the room, making Ye Zhaoyan's cheeks look unusually pale.

His dark eyes were burning with raging anger.

Jiang Yehan was startled for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the tall young man holding the sword.

Ji Sinian was dressed in Tsing Yi. The tie on his head had been broken at some point, leaving only a trace of broken hair hanging on his shoulders. His black hair poured down his back like a waterfall. He had obviously just experienced a fierce battle and was on his way here in a hurry.

His dark eyes were shining with sharp light, and there was an indifferent coldness at the corners of his lips, like Shura from hell.

"Ye Zhaoyan?!" Ji Sinian shouted loudly, but saw the girl's mouth tightly closed, her eyes filled with fear.

Seeing Ye Zhaoyan's reaction, he frowned.

"What did you do to her!" Ji Sinian asked sharply.

"I didn't do anything." Jiang Yehan's eyes fell on Ye Zhaoyan, his eyes full of pity, "I just want to stay with my fiancée for a while..."

Ji Sinian stepped to the bedside and stretched out his hand to lift the quilt.

Jiang Yehan was stunned for a moment, and then he stopped him, "Who are you? Get out!" He frowned and looked at the person in front of him, with a strong smell of gunpowder in his tone.

Although the green-shirted young man in front of him exuded a strong aura of violence, his innate swordsmanlike aura was not an act.

"You have no right to know." Ji Sinian took a few steps closer, swung his long sword in his hand, and opened the thin quilt covering the two of them. He saw Ye Zhaoyan under the quilt, who was tightly held in Jiang Yehan's arms.

A surge of anger surged into his chest.

He put the thin quilt back on Ye Zhaoyan, and the sword blade in his hand cut through the void, making a sharp whistling sound, and pointed directly at Jiang Yehan.

Jiang Yehan's eyes turned cold, he flipped his wrist to block the sword, jumped under the bed, quickly took two steps back, and stood firm.

As soon as he fought, he knew the strength of the person in front of him, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect that this young man who seemed to be gentle and gentle could have such powerful martial arts.

He quickly dodged Ji Sinian's attacks, his body was as graceful as flying, and he narrowly avoided Ji Sinian's attacks again and again.

Ji Sinian missed a single blow, so he immediately changed his moves and continued to launch a new round of attack. The sword edge followed him like a shadow, and every move was accompanied by a sharp sound of wind.

Seeing the ferocity of his offensive, Jiang Yehan no longer hid his strength. He changed his previous calm attitude and began to take the initiative to attack.

The two of them went back and forth, attacking and defending. After a long fight, Jiang Yehan gradually fell into a disadvantage. He was forced to retreat steadily by Ji Sinian, and his body gradually became stained in many places.

The sword marks dyed his blue clothes red with blood. He was accidentally hit several times, and a few traces of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, making him even more vulnerable to the opponent.

Soon, he was forced against the wall by Ji Sinian, with no way to escape.

"You lost." Ji Sinian looked at Jiang Yehan coldly, "What on earth did you do to Ye Zhaoyan?!"

His sword was placed at Jiang Yehan's throat, and murderous intent filled his eyes.

Jiang Yehan's eyes were firm and resolute, and he looked at him without fear, "As you can see."

"you......"

When Ji Sinian saw that he was biting and refusing to speak, he looked at Ye Zhaoyan on the bed, unbuttoned a button and flew it out, hitting Ye Zhaoyan's shoulder blade accurately.

Ye Zhaoyan felt his body relax, and the acupuncture points on his body were released.
Chapter completed!