Yelu Yan buried his head deeply in Li Xianyun's chest, one hand gripping her tightly while the other incessantly fondled.
Li Xianyun truly had a figure that was impressive, her waist exceedingly slim yet the prominent parts remarkably so.
When Yelu Yan's large hands spread wide, he still couldn't grasp it all.
Li Xianyun was being held so tightly by Yelu Yan, her toes barely touching the ground.
This man was simply too strong.
Li Xianyun lost her balance and could only look up to tightly embrace his head.
Suddenly, Yelu Yan scooped Li Xianyun up horizontally and briskly walked toward the bed.
Li Xianyun's attire was mostly undone, and with his every step, her garments fluttered open, the sight so bashful that she hurriedly raised her pale hand to close them.
Yet she heard a chuckle above her head, "You'll have to open it later anyway, so why bother?"
Li Xianyun gave him a sidelong glance, clutched her clothes, and buried her blushing face in his broad and strong embrace.