Li Xianyun lowered her head to look at Yelu Yan, who was drunk, his eyes red as if veiled in a layer of mist.
"My husband, what nonsense are you babbling about?"
Yelu Yan suddenly sat up straight, dissatisfied, and bellowed loudly, "I am not spouting nonsense!!"
Li Xianyun hissed softly, displeased, "If you have something to say, speak properly. Why are you shouting so loudly?"
Though Yelu Yan was drunk, his instinct to listen to Li Xianyun hadn't changed; he once again wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her belly. "Don't be angry, I won't shout anymore if my wife says so."
Li Xianyun lifted her jade-like little hand and gently caressed Yelu Yan's handsome cheek, softly saying, "My husband, you're drunk. I'll have someone bring you some sobering soup."
"I don't want the sobering soup," Yelu Yan looked up at Li Xianyun and stubbornly said, "Xianxian, why can't you love me?"
Li Xianyun coaxed him gently, "Don't think such messy thoughts, I do love you."