Yelu Yan embraced Li Xianyun, his burning body pressed against hers, and his warm lips beguilingly kissed her soft, pale neck, murmuring, "You sleep, don't mind your husband."
Li Xianyun slightly pursed her lips, but how could she possibly sleep? His hand was restless, his leg hooked around her, kissing her neck and the roots of her ears, then moving to her cheeks.
Li Xianyun wanted to dodge, but he was as strong as ten bulls; she couldn't break free from his thick, iron-like arms, which only tightened more and more.
Moreover, his warm lips were really too enticing.
Li Xianyun had no choice but to turn around resignedly, placing her small hand on his solid chest, and opened her sleepy eyes to look at him with feigned annoyance.
Yelu Yan smiled and asked, "Did I wake you up?"
Li Xianyun fidgeted with Yelu Yan's clothing, deliberately avoiding his gaze, and said with a soft voice, "How could I not wake up with you doing this?"