Li Xianyun sat in Yelu Yan's embrace, nibbling on pastries; he was truly tall and, sitting on his lap, her two small feet dangled above the ground.
She swung her little feet and looked at Yelu Yan, "Husband, where are you taking me?"
Yelu Yan lifted his hand to gently flick her soft earlobe, his lips curving into a smile, "You'll know once we get there."
As long as Li Xianyun was with him, he was always smiling, his deep tiger eyes always tender.
Li Xianyun let out a soft "hmph," "What place is so special that you have to keep it a secret?"
"If you don't like it, you can bite me."
"Wishful thinking," Li Xianyun said playfully, popping the last bit of pastry into her mouth.
Yelu Yan took a leather water pouch and handed it to her after opening it.
Li Xianyun tilted her head back to take a few sips, and when her gaze dropped down, she met a pair of profound tiger eyes.