Li Xianyun suddenly took an interest and sweetly smiled as she encircled Yelu Yan's neck, "Husband, then tell me, what did you feel when you first saw me?"
"Not annoying," Yelu Yan replied candidly.
Not being annoying was already the highest praise he could give to a woman.
Li Xianyun's eyes curved into a smile, "Husband, you really aren't good at making people happy."
Yelu Yan was taken aback. He had honed his mettle in the military, rough and rugged throughout, not at all like those gentlemen from the noble families of Houtang who had been nurtured in literature and ink.
"Then what should your husband have said?"
"You should have said, 'When I first saw you, I was struck by your beauty, hopelessly falling in love...'"
Li Xianyun began in all seriousness, but as she continued, she couldn't go on. She rested her head on Yelu Yan's shoulder and let out a light laugh.
Yelu Yan laughed along, "Is your husband too clumsy with words?"
"Not too bad. You're quite good at kissing."
