Li Xianyun straightened her clothes and then glared sideways at the man squatting on the ground, lowering her voice and complaining, "It's all your fault."
She had just said they could not do this in the carriage, for the people outside would hear, yet Yelu Yan wouldn't listen.
Just now, the two of them were too engrossed, and when Jinwu suddenly spoke, Li Xianyun, in her panic, knocked over the plate of fruit she had placed beside her.
With such a loud noise, the people outside must have heard.
Who knows what they were thinking about the two of them, how would they face others in the future?
Yelu Yan straightened Li Xianyun's skirt for her, looking up at her with a grin that was brilliantly indulgent, a satiation after folly, "It was my fault."
But his expression had not even a hint of regret; instead, it held the smug satisfaction of triumph.
Utterly infuriating, yet Li Xianyun could not lash out.
