Li Xianyun gently hummed a soft "mm," bonelessly clinging and snugly nestled within Yelu Yan's broad and solid embrace. She closed her eyes, foolishly feeling the tenderness that Yelu Yan brought her.
She thought of something, suddenly sitting up straight, her delicate arms still hanging around his neck.
Yelu Yan was startled by her, thinking something had happened, and asked while embracing her, "What's the matter?"
"Husband, Sheng Heng was able to enter the capital so effortlessly; he must have been targeted. When those people learn of his departure, they will surely send someone to capture him, to threaten us. We must send someone to save him."
He thought it was something serious.
A smile tugged at the corners of Yelu Yan's lips as he drew closer and gently rubbed his nose against hers, "Hidden Guards have already been dispatched for his protection. If we had to wait for you to think of it, would it not be too late?"