Yelu Yan noticed that Li Xianyun's hair was still somewhat damp and his eyebrows involuntarily knitted tightly together, "Why is your hair still wet?"
Li Xianyun was unconcerned, "It's fine, it'll dry if I let it air out."
But Yelu Yan didn't agree, bent down to scoop her up into a horizontal carry, and strode toward the bed, "Can't you save me some worry?"
Li Xianyun had a streak of rebelliousness about her, "I'm already very low-maintenance."
"Hmm?"
Li Xianyun bit her lower lip and said nothing.
When there was a great disparity in strength between a man and a woman, one must know when to submit to avoid suffering from "physical discomfort."
Yelu Yan sat Li Xianyun on the bed and leaned down to remove her wooden clogs.
Watching him bend over to take off her shoes, Li Xianyun had grown accustomed to his indulgence and allowed him to tend to her.
