After a while, Yelu Yan raised his head, and they parted from each other.
He said with a husky voice, full of emotion, "Xianxian, you belong to your husband, do you understand?"
Li Xianyun did not know why he suddenly said such things; wasn't she already his?
Li Xianyun raised her delicate fair hands and gently covered his flushed ears, massaging them, and let out a soft "Hmm," "I am yours."
As she spoke, she slowly raised her head to peck at his lips.
Yelu Yan responded dominantly, giving her no opportunity to catch her breath.
He could not change what had happened before, but now and in the future, Li Xianyun was his and only his, and nobody could change that.
The two of them engaged in their folly for a very long time, doing everything they could except that one thing.
Li Xianyun's face was a complete mess of red as she cuddled the man above her; he was all firm muscle and scalding heat.