The main hall had two bathing chambers, and after Li Xianyun left, Yelu Yan also took a change of clothes to bathe.
Li Xianyun dilly-dallied, returning quite late, and when she did, she found Yelu Yan propped up against the headboard, reading.
He hadn't gone to bed yet.
Yelu Yan, tall and broad-shouldered, sat casually, resembling a great tiger waiting for its prey.
Li Xianyun's heart quailed, and she involuntarily halted in her steps.
She had willingly grown intimate with Yelu Yan that day.
Having already kissed, taking things further was inevitable.
But she didn't feel ready yet, still seeing herself as a child, not prepared to become a woman.
And she had heard it was very painful, which scared her.
Yelu Yan was in the prime of his youth; could he really withstand stopping at just kissing and touching without going any further with her?
Yelu Yan heard a sound and looked up.