Li Xianyun's head was held tightly by Yelu Yan's large hand, forcing her to tilt her head back and endure his torrential, sweeping kisses.
Her heart was now beating so fast, her face so hot, and his kisses were so domineering and increasingly urgent that she had no choice but to throw her head back and close her eyes, bearing them.
Yelu Yan held her so tightly that Li Xianyun felt her whole body might be clamped against him.
Without realizing it, Li Xianyun raised her hand and gripped the lapel of his robe. As his kisses deepened, her grip grew tighter, her knuckles turning a faint white.
Just then, the voices of patrolling soldiers could be heard.
"Is the banquet at Haoyang Palace over?"
"It ended a while back, I just saw a young servant from the Prince's Mansion leading a horse carriage."
Hearing this, Li Xianyun was terrified, let out a soft "uh" and quickly turned her head away.