Yelu Yan deliberately chose the moment when Li Xianyun's passions were aroused and she could not control herself to withdraw from her lips.
At that time, she was the most obedient and compliant, even if he made excessive demands, she would agree.
After a long time and many occurrences, Yelu Yan understood himself even better than Li Xianyun did.
Yelu Yan bowed his head and gently grazed Li Xianyun's lips with his own, his warm breath accompanied by the swirling mist teasing her, yet not letting her have her way, not letting her kiss him.
He teased her just like that.
"Xianxian, am I your husband?"
With moist autumnal eyes slightly reddened, Li Xianyun slightly parted her lips and responded with a heated "Mhm."
Yelu Yan held her small face and continued to graze with his lips, "Xianxian, speak properly, okay?"
The tail end of the "mhm" sounded as if it had a hook, irresistible and deadly.