Yelu Yan hummed, gazing at Li Xianyun's moist lips with their lustrous shine, then leaned in and whispered, "A kiss..."
The words that followed were spoken against her lips.
Li Xianyun tried to dodge backward, but with her waist encircled by his arms and him leaning in once more, there was no escape for her. All she could do amidst his kisses was to murmur vaguely, "Husband, by saying this, do you mean you agree?"
But Yelu Yan gave no reply.
There was only the passionate kissing.
Li Xianyun soon felt herself going weak from the kisses, her little face flushed and tender.
The more Yelu Yan's passion flared, the less he wished to stop at just that. He left her lips only to cover her little face with kisses, then captured her delicate earlobe in his mouth.
With warmth at her ear, Li Xianyun could feel her skin start to slowly burn from there, her blood boiling, her palms tingling.