Yelu Yan gazed at Li Xianyun's delicate face, "Rest early, I will go take a bath."
"Okay."
Li Xianyun, with her waterfall-like long hair, walked toward the bed but noticed that all her paintings and calligraphy had been hung up on the wall, and she couldn't help but go over to check them.
"Khan, did you order someone to hang them?"
Yelu Yan paused with the clothes in his hand, the corners of his mouth curling upward, "Such beautiful artworks, wouldn't it be a pity to keep them in the scroll tubes?"
In fact, he had not had someone else do it, but had climbed up and down himself to hang them.
"You understand paintings?"
Li Xianyun immediately regretted asking. Looking down on someone like that, Yelu Yan would surely get angry, right?
Yelu Yan finished with his clothes, turned around with a smile, and looked at her, "Although I am a bit of a brute and don't understand calligraphy and paintings, I still know a good painting when I see one."
