Li Xianyun listened to Yelu Yan's victorious chuckle, feeling both ashamed and embarrassed, but the difference in strength was simply too great. Unable to resist even if she wanted to (not that she had considered it), she could only soften in his embrace, at the mercy of his whims.
Yelu Yan slid his hand under her skirt, and covered her; what was separated by several layers of fabric was now without any barrier.
"Mmm…"
Li Xianyun let out a soft moan, shrinking back, but she was held so tightly that she couldn't dodge away.
Yelu Yan raised his head to kiss Li Xianyun's lips, probing forward and intertwining with her.
All of Li Xianyun's attention was focused on that one spot; she just parted her lips, allowing him to come in and disturb, while her body had already become a mess.
Yelu Yan, accustomed to wielding weapons, had a layer of callouses on his fingertips, hard and rough, now laying upon her softness, and in just a few moments, it made her lose control.