Yelu Yan could roughly guess what Li Xianyun was about to do and said, "Xianxian, I don't wish for you to force yourself."
Seeing Li Xianyun humbly trying to please him, he felt distressed.
Li Xianyun smiled and replied, "My lord, what do you think I am going to do? It's not what you're imagining. Come on and sit up."
Yelu Yan, puzzled and feeling like he was lost in a fog, still did as he was told.
After Yelu Yan sat down properly, Li Xianyun leaned in, picked him up, and placed him in the middle of her chest.
Li Xianyun, already voluptuous, had grown much larger there after becoming pregnant; her bosom pressed tightly together.
Yelu Yan hummed with pleasure, his face also flushed with color.
"Xianxian, you...where did you learn this from?"
Li Xianyun had been looking down, her hands cradling and caressing her chest; now, she lifted her head from the misty water vapor, her delicate little face bearing a gentle smile.