The two of them were nestled so closely together that Li Xianyun found it difficult not to notice his change, and her face immediately flushed.
This man wanted her again.
Yelu Yan seemed to have an inexhaustible enthusiasm for such matters, as if he never knew what it was to be tired.
Li Xianyun's entire body stiffened, and if he insisted on carrying on, she would have had no way to resist.
Yelu Yan was thoroughly roused, feeling a mixture of pain and intense desire.
But upon considering that she indeed had work to do, and that it wouldn't be right to drag her to bed and have his way, he reluctantly let go of Li Xianyun and stood beside her, trying his best to focus on watching her make clothes.
Li Xianyun let out a sigh of relief and lowered her head to continue marking the fabric.
Her skillful hands moved with ease, showing that she was accustomed to making clothes.
Yelu Yan's lips curled in a smile as he tenderly watched his woman, with the light dancing in his dark eyes.