Yelu Yan scooped up Li Xianyun's slender waist, which hardly filled his grasp, and encircled it in his arms, forbidding her to move. He coaxed in a gentle voice, "Xianxian, be good, your husband misspoke. Don't be angry, alright?"
It really was like cajoling a child.
"Then why did you just tell me not to make a fuss? How have I been anything but obedient?"
"Your husband... didn't mean that. Your husband merely meant..." Yelu Yan, seeing Li Xianyun frowning at him, quickly changed his tune and said, "Alright, alright, it's my fault, I shouldn't have spoken those words, and I certainly shouldn't have made my darling angry."
Li Xianyun's face flushed at that moment; he often called her "my darling" during their intimate moments, rarely at other times. In those moments, no matter how cheesy the words or unbelievable the actions, she didn't feel embarrassed, but now, with the two of them so pure and chaste, not doing anything at all, it sounded very unusual to her.