Li Xianyun felt as if her whole body was being roasted over a fire.
It was only when she was unable to breathe that Yelu Yan released her, holding back a laugh while panting, "Silly girl, you need to exhale when kissing."
In terms of kissing, he taught her bit by bit, but she just couldn't learn.
Li Xianyun parted her moist lips, her breath fragrant as orchids, "If I kissed you like you do, you wouldn't be able to breathe either."
His kisses were domineering and savage, probing at any gap, never giving one a chance to catch their breath.
"Then why don't you try kissing me like your husband does?"
He lifted an eyebrow, feeling like a bad man leading an innocent girl astray, yet strangely enjoying this sensation.
He never knew he was frankly a bad man until Li Xianyun provoked his wicked thoughts little by little, the fire growing fiercer, and the only thing that could extinguish it would be a thorough rain.
And this rain could only be given by Li Xianyun.
