397 Xianxian, will you leave your husband? (three watches of the night)

The door to the bathhouse creaked open, and Yelu Yan's large frame emerged, carrying a delicate beauty in his arms.

Li Xianyun was wrapped tightly by Yelu Yan, only a small head peeking out.

A fresh, tender face that was still steaming with warmth nestled obediently in the crook of Yelu Yan's arm, half-dry locks of black hair cascading down, adding to her enchanting allure.

She now felt as if all her bones had been removed, her body limp and soft, her long, creamy legs trembling, the tingling sensation from before lingering on.

Bending his head, Yelu Yan gazed at her and couldn't resist kissing her warm lips, even teasing her with the tip of his tongue.

Li Xianyun gave the man before her a sidelong glance, her strength to curse him drained away, her eyes misty and damp with indignation.

This only made the other person laugh more heartily and unrestrained.

Everyone says men's mouths are like ghosts of deceit.

Li Xianyun once again deeply felt this to be true.