Li Xianyun leaned against the head of the bed, looking at Yelu Yan timidly, as if she were staring at a ferocious beast in a flood, shaking her head, "No, I don't want to drink anymore."
Yelu Yan sat on the edge of the bed, his deep eyes imbued with a thick sense of amusement. He leaned over, wrapped Li Xianyun in his arms, his large hand gripping the back of her neck, forcing her to tilt her head back to face him, rendering her immobile.
Yelu Yan's lips pressed against hers.
Why would Li Xianyun be willing to open her mouth?
Yelu Yan raised his hand to gently pinch her smooth and soft chin.
With her eyes closed and her eyelashes trembling, Li Xianyun finally opened her mouth, and the water flowed in.
She swallowed with her head tilted back, making faint sounds that seemed deafening in the still of the night.
A mouthful of water went down her throat.
Li Xianyun's one hand still clung to the quilt, while the other wiped the water droplets from the corner of her mouth.