Li Xianyun's face turned red at the words, wondering how he could still think about that kind of thing at a time like this. Wasn't he ever tired of it, doing it several times a day?
Seeing that Li Xianyun didn't respond, Yelu Yan asked again, "If the wound suppurates and gets inflamed, does that mean we can't do that sort of thing?"
Li Xianyun knew he was sincerely asking. He was always so hasty and rough, uncivilized and domineering. If he really wanted something, he would coax and wheedle her—had she ever not given in to him?
He just liked to see her embarrassed and unable to control herself, the bad guy.
"Mhm," Li Xianyun said tenderly to him, "so you need to be more obedient."
"Okay."
As he spoke, Yelu Yan buried his handsome yet slightly weary face in the fragrant crook of her neck, kissing her and rubbing his stubble against her.
Li Xianyun felt ticklish, her whole body going weak as her small face became burning hot.
