After the meal, Li Xianyun went to the bathhouse to bathe and rinse, and also changed into clean period cloths.
As soon as she returned to the inner chamber, she saw Yelu Yan leaning against the bedhead, reading a book.
The large bed seemed much smaller against his towering figure.
He wore his sleeping clothes, clearly having already taken a bath.
Men always bathe so quickly.
Seeing Li Xianyun return, Yelu Yan's lips curled into a smile. He placed the book on a desk beside the bed and bent one leg, "Are you cold? Come here quickly."
Autumn had arrived, and the weather was getting cooler, especially cold at night.
Li Xianyun obediently went to the bedside, slipped off her wooden clogs, just climbed onto the bed, and was immediately embraced by someone.
Yelu Yan carefully touched Li Xianyun's hair, which was already dry. He frowned and said, "Why didn't you let your husband dry it for you?"
"I'm afraid of spoiling myself."