Li Xianyun writhed helplessly like a fish out of water for several turns.
The corners of her eyes were bright red, as if shrouded in mist, feeling aggrieved and shy, even more delicate than the flowers in spring.
Yelu Yan straightened up and watched Li Xianyun's reaction, the mischievous smile on his lips growing thicker.
Li Xianyun kept her legs tightly clamped together, but his hand was still not withdrawn. After relaxing her body and mind, she had no choice but to slightly open her legs and push his hand away.
Yelu Yan laughed, "Xianxian, bear with it for now. Once tomorrow's big event is over, I will feed you well."
Li Xianyun's face was a complete mess of red, embarrassed that he remembered the one time she took the initiative.
Just when she thought everything was finally over, Yelu Yan buried his head again.
His lips moved upward.
Li Xianyun panicked thoroughly, dodging backward, "Husband, husband, you, get up…"