Yelu Yan directly carried Li Xianyun into the inner room and set her down on the soft couch.
Yelu Yan stood in front of her, looking down at her tender, fair little face. From this angle, her eyelashes were black and long, her starry eyes becoming all the more enchanting and captivating.
"I'm leaving now, rest early, alright?"
Li Xianyun obediently nodded, "Mhm," she murmured.
Yelu Yan gave her a deep look, turned and took a step away, but then his large figure doubled back, standing in front of her once again.
Li Xianyun looked up at him, surprise flickering in her liquid eyes, her lips curving up in a light laugh, revealing shallow dimples, "What are you doing?"
Her bright, kind eyes and red lips against white teeth plucked at one's heartstrings.
Her voice was sweet and delicate, as tender as she herself was.