Li Xianyun spoke softly, "That's good."
Yelu Yan looked down at her, his jade-like face in the lamplight becoming even more charming and alluring.
"You're not worried about your husband now, are you?"
Li Xianyun raised her eyes to look at him and stubbornly said, "I wasn't worried about you."
"Is that so?"
"Yes."
Yelu Yan pecked her lips with a kiss and laughed, "Aren't they quite soft? Why so hard-mouthed when speaking?"
Li Xianyun's eyes glistened as she side-glanced him, resting her little head on his shoulder while her small hand idly played with his lapel.
Her small hand was white and tender, boneless like she herself.
All of a sudden, Yelu Yan's primal instincts surged.
Ahead, the corridor split into two paths, one leading to the Khan Palace, the other to Qingyan Pool.
Yelu Yan, holding Li Xianyun, deliberately headed towards the path leading to Qingyan Pool.