"Prince, hold on."
Chu Baihan held Yan Lin's hands tightly in hers.
Feeling the softness at the palms, Yan Lin's breathing became harsh, his Adam's apple rolling as a multitude of emotions filled his eyes.
By the time they returned to the Prince Residence, night had already fallen.
Yan Lian dared not come close, so Chu Baihan had to use all her strength to support Yan Lin back to his room.
"I've sent Ziyi to look for some cold water. It might ease your discomfort a bit. I'll think of another way in the meantime."
Chu Baihan had never dealt with these matters before, so she was a bit flustered.
Just as she turned around, Yan Lin grabbed her hand and pushed her against the wall.
By the time she realized what was happening, she found him pressing closely in front of her, his hot breath spilling onto her cheeks.
Her heart shook violently, and she dared not move her body at all.