Li Xianyun lay on Yelu Yan's chest, her little face flushed, lips slightly swollen, clothes slipped down, hanging askew on her shoulders, leaving marks of love on her snow-like skin.
She breathed heavily, her small hands not idle, playing with the black mole on Yelu Yan's collarbone.
Yelu Yan's clothes were also crumpled, revealing his firm chest.
Their embrace was so beautiful it was almost embarrassing to look at.
After Li Xianyun's disordered breathing had calmed down a bit, she looked up at Yelu Yan, "My lord, I'd like to set off for the Border Market the day after tomorrow, is that okay?"
Yelu Yan gently patted her slender, pretty back, humming in agreement, treating it like the most ordinary matter.
But it would take her seven or eight days for a round trip. Didn't Yelu Yan miss her at all?
Li Xianyun placed her small arm on Yelu Yan's chest as hard as iron, propped herself up, and looked at his handsome face.