All the maids and guards turned away in a haste when they saw Yelu Yan and Li Xianyun embracing each other.
"Look not where you should not; see not what is improper..."
Despite their curiosity, they dared not look.
Zhuo Ma glanced at Youlan and winked at her.
Youlan raised an eyebrow in response.
Li Xianyun was stunned by this sudden turn of events.
She could distinctly feel the warmth of Yelu Yan's lips pressing tightly against her forehead.
The fresh scent unique to Yelu Yan lingered around her nose, and she could sense his slightly disordered, hot, and burning breath.
Li Xianyun's head was reeling, and she felt a tingling sensation all over her scalp.
She raised her little hand and gently pushed against Yelu Yan's firm and sturdy chest.
Yelu Yan had no choice but to let go, and he gazed down at her peach blossom-like delicate face without blinking.