Li Xianyun couldn't help but think of what Youlan and Zhuo Ma had said.
When Yelu Yan carried her back from the edge of Qingyan Pool last time, she clung to Yelu Yan and refused to let go, insisting he couldn't leave.
It was utterly embarrassing.
So Li Xianyun was unwilling to go out with Yelu Yan in the evening.
She feared that she would once again be unable to restrain herself from taking advantage of him, imposing on him.
Li Xianyun said, "I'd rather not lie down after all."
"That's fine, lie down after the meal," Yelu Yan said, gazing at her.
Li Xianyun uttered a sound of agreement, glanced at him, then averted her gaze.
It seemed there was nothing left for them to say.
Yelu Yan still remembered how she acted like a little demoness the night before, hugging him and asking for kisses, bold and seductive, while now she was so tranquil and distant.
The difference between her daytime and nighttime selves was too vast, rising and falling, wearing on him, tantalizing him.
