Yelu Yan's gaze was hot and intense, so Li Xianyun could only turn her face away and not look at him.
With a light chuckle, Yelu Yan gently kissed the top of her head. His woman was truly as adorable as one could be.
When they reached the dressing table, Yelu Yan couldn't bear to let go of Li Xianyun. Instead, he had her sit on his lap, encircling her in his arms.
The sky had already darkened, and the maid did not dare to enter without being summoned. The room was dimly lit, filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.
Li Xianyun struggled to get down, but peeking at herself in the bronze mirror, she froze.
Her neckline was wide open, and her clothes were wrinkled and disheveled, especially noticeable were the long, white expanse of her swan-like neck, which bore several red marks even under the faint light.
With some panic, Li Xianyun sorted out her neckline and looked at her neck covered in red marks, she lamented resentfully, "Look at the mess you've made."