Yelu Yan rose as well.
Li Xianyun watched him with a tender smile, "What are you doing?"
Yelu Yan took a step toward her, his robust and athletic frame almost pressing against hers.
The difference in stature between men and women was immediately apparent, especially since Yelu Yan was unusually tall even among men, making Li Xianyun seem all the more delicate and vulnerable.
Li Xianyun looked up at him directly, her eyes deep with mirth and the corners of her mouth bearing a mischievous smile.
He did not look like a good man.
Li Xianyun averted her gaze to Yelu Yan's attractive Adam's apple, lifting her fair, slender hand to press against his sturdy chest, and pushed him while pouting, "Move aside, don't be in the way."
Li Xianyun could distinctly feel Yelu Yan's intense, heated gaze and had no choice but to look up at him.
The man smirked as he bent down, one hand encircling her soft waist, the other roughly placing under her knees and hoisting her up across his arms.
