Yelu Yan followed Li Xianyun onto the carriage, wrapping his arms around her slender waist, and chuckled, "Shall we lie down?"
Bater and Jinwu had gently closed the carriage door from the outside.
Li Xianyun intended to bend over to take off her shoes, but Yelu Yan had already knelt down quickly. Supporting her straight leg with one hand, he removed her shoes with the other and neatly placed them aside.
Li Xianyun stepped on the thick soft carpet and quilt, walking back and forth twice, "It's so comfortable, just like a bed."
Indeed, it was like a bed—once the seats on both sides were taken out, wasn't its length and width just like a bed?
Yelu Yan watched her with a smile, his eyes brimming with indulgence.
After completing her third round, Li Xianyun finally sat down, softly leaning against the piled-up quilts, looking around, and raising her hand to touch the fluffy soft blankets hanging on the carriage walls.