271 My lord, aren't you tired of staring at me like that? (Second update)

Li Xianyun's small face turned hot at his words; Yelu Yan's implication was all too clear.

Having not seen him for several days, Yelu Yan had significantly changed, appearing to have mastered seduction on his own, speaking so flirtatiously it could break one's legs.

Yelu Yan held her slender, breakable waist with one hand while the other cradled her palm-sized small face, kissing her inch by inch as if she were a treasure too precious to exist.

In Yelu Yan's heart, no one, nothing, and no affair could compare to his woman.

While kissing her, he breathed out like silk and asked, with vague articulation, "Has Xianxian missed her husband?"

Li Xianyun could hardly bear Yelu Yan's way of speaking, the ambiguity of his tone leaving much to desire, adding several notes of sentiment to his words.

She half-closed her eyes and let out a soft "Mm," obedient and cute, nothing like the reports from the secret agents.