Yelu Yan said, lowering his head gently to peck at Li Xianyun's delicate white and blush-pink face.
When he kissed her, he could be rough, or he could be tender. His methods of torment were endless, hardly what one would expect from a man who had maintained his chastity and integrity for thirty years.
Li Xianyun closed her eyes as Yelu Yan bit her earlobe, her breath unsteady, "My Lord, the court officials are still waiting for you."
"Soon."
He always said that, yet it always turned into a prolonged battle, never ending.
Yelu Yan nibbled on her lips, "Focus more, hmm?"
Li Xianyun always had a feeling that one day Yelu Yan would completely devour her.
"Hmm... Mmm..."
...
Yelu Yan lay bare-chested against the head of the bed, his body resting upon a pile of soft pillows that felt comfortable to lean on.
It wasn't until Li Xianyun moved in to live with him that Yelu Yan realized life could be so comfortable.
