In the cold of the night, nestled in Yelu Yan's embrace and spared the effort of walking herself, Li Xianyun was very warm.
Yelu Yan, smiling, looked down at her and asked, "Tired?"
"Not tired," Li Xianyun realized something and hastily corrected herself, "Tired, dead tired."
If she said she wasn't tired, this man would mercilessly bully her at night.
But if she said she was tired, Yelu Yan would be more considerate.
Yelu Yan looked at her with a smile, "It's too late to change your answer now, Xianxian, haven't you heard that attempts to hide only reveal and the more you describe, the darker it gets?"
As he spoke, he leaned down to her ear, practically biting her ear, and whispered, "Tonight let your husband truly... you."
The word "do" was spoken with a breathy voice, as though holding some kind of magic, which instantly ignited Li Xianyun's blood.
Her skin flushed hot, and she glanced at him sideways.