Yelu Yan didn't know how many kind words he had said before Li Xianyun finally parted her red lips and said, "You might as well have killed me."
She was finally willing to speak, to give him some attention, and Yelu Yan should have been happy, but his heart chilled by half when he heard her words.
Yelu Yan lifted his large hand and gently turned her small face toward him, gazing into her eyes, he said, "It's all my fault, but please don't say such things again, it's very distressing for me to hear."
Li Xianyun looked at him with moist eyes and eventually softened her heart. Although she didn't want to admit it, she had not resisted too much when he lost control earlier; that intense pleasure, which blanked her mind, had ensnared her.
She was angry because he had told her to "endure it." He only thought of his own pleasure, without any consideration for her. It was his words that had made her so angry.
He had never been this rough and wild before.