Yelu Yan put on Li Xianyun's shoes for her, accompanied her as she washed up, watching her every move like a man bewitched by his wife.
Li Xianyun, feeling somewhat embarrassed by his intense gaze, turned her back to him and began combing her hair with a wooden comb, her voice carrying a playful reproach, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Yelu Yan, like a fierce beast ready to pounce, suddenly stood up, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her into his embrace, gently lifting her chin with his hand and bending down to kiss her lips.
This motion was done in one go, betraying a sense of urgency.
This man really is...
Li Xianyun had just washed up, her mouth still had a sweet, fresh taste.
Yelu Yan explored it thoroughly, searching every corner.
Li Xianyun closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling like the wings of a butterfly, as moans slipped out.