Yelu Yan took his seat, and only then did the rest of the women dare to sit down.
He casually draped his arm over the back of Li Xianyun's chair and leaned in close, his breath warm on her face as he whispered, "Are you tired?"
He was so close, with so many people around, yet he didn't seem to care.
Li Xianyun's slender and attractive back stiffened, her ear tips tinged pink, and she bowed her head, whispering softly, "There are people here."
With others present, one must be mindful of propriety.
The corners of Yelu Yan's mouth curved upward as he gazed affectionately at Li Xianyun's lovely profile, sitting up straight. He tapped the back of the chair leisurely with his fingers but did not pull his hand away.
His figure was tall and majestic, with strong, lean arms, and in this posture, it seemed as if he enveloped the delicate and exquisite Li Xianyun in his embrace.
