Yelu Yan took a heavy overcoat from the clothes rack beside the bed, put it on, tied the garment's pocket around his waist, walked to the door, picked up a wooden basin containing hot water and a white sweat towel, and placed it on the desk beside the bed. Then, he lifted the bed curtain to create a small opening.
Li Xianyun was searching the bed for clothes; she was only wearing a pitiable overgarment, her undergarment having been torn off by Yelu Yan and tossed who knows where.
It could be on the bed, or perhaps on the floor.
The thought of Yelu Yan's rough and wild behavior just moments ago made Li Xianyun's face flush and her heart flutter.
Yelu Yan gathered the bed curtains on either side, hanging them on the golden hooks, and with a smile said, "No need to search. I'll get you something new to wear."
Li Xianyun complained in her delicate voice, "You always do this, throwing clothes everywhere. If the maids see this, I'll have no dignity left."