Yelu Yan gently caressed Li Xianyun's delicate and tender face with his fingertips, looking into her bright and captivating eyes, tenderly saying, "Just think of it as protecting yourself for your husband's sake, okay? Do not let yourself fall into dangerous situations. If anything were to happen to you, your husband..."
He spoke with deep affection, pausing with a lump in his throat and abruptly stopping when his voice reached a sorrowful pitch.
Li Xianyun, hearing a hint of pleading in his voice, suddenly felt a complex mix of emotions, realizing she had tormented a man of resolute strength to such an extent.
"Alright, I promise you," she agreed.
Yelu Yan's lips curved slightly upon hearing her words. He cradled Li Xianyun's face, bent down, and planted kisses on her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips, tenderly embracing her.
His handsome face buried in the fragrant nape of her neck, he greedily inhaled her scent.