Yelu Yan carried Li Xianyun sideways to the bed, seated her on it, and then bent down to remove her shoes.
Li Xianyun looked at him and laughed, "Husband, you treat me so well, are you raising me like your daughter?"
Yelu Yan glanced at her, a flicker in his tiger-like eyes, "Are you implying that your husband is old?"
He was indeed twelve years her senior and felt somewhat older, which was something he was most sensitive about.
"Not at all," Li Xianyun said with a light laugh.
Yelu Yan removed her shoes and placed them neatly to the side.
Li Xianyun turned over and started to crawl into the bed, but before she could get far, a strong man from behind embraced her and flipped her over.
As Li Xianyun lay down, Yelu Yan moved on top of her, wrapping her beneath him.
He laid half his body lightly upon her, with most of his weight resting on the elbow of his supporting arm, so as not to crush her.
