After Yelu Yan had gone to bathe, Li Xianyun got out of bed, put on her wooden clogs, and came to the desk to continue painting.
Yelu Yan took a careful bath in the side room and hurried back to the inner room, a bit worried that Li Xianyun had fallen asleep without waiting for him.
But even if Li Xianyun had fallen asleep, it wouldn't matter, he would kiss her awake.
Li Xianyun, like a kitten, had a docile temperament, would show claws and get angry when woken up, but if he kissed her attentively and coaxed tenderly, showing a bit of pity, she would comply with anything he wanted.
She was so easy to coax that he became increasingly uninhibited in certain aspects.
Yelu Yan pushed the door open and walked in, passing through several archways, and then he saw Li Xianyun bent over the table, painting something.
She was very serious when she worked, quite professional-looking, often so engrossed that she became unaware of her surroundings, and this time was no exception.