Li Xianyun helplessly clung to Yelu Yan's arm.
Because he was hugging her tightly, his sturdy arms felt like stone.
Yelu Yan had always been domineering and assertive, never hiding his thoughts, yet he took great care of her feelings in the process.
But today, he was so different, kissing her in a way that left no gaps for air.
Li Xianyun's eyelashes trembled, fluttering with his seamless kisses.
After a long kiss filled with the scent of alcohol, Yelu Yan slightly lifted his head, gazing at her tender white face flushed with red, utterly infatuated, "Xianxian, you have no idea how much your husband loves you."
Yelu Yan led his troops to triumph wherever they fought, undefeated in battle; he handled state affairs with decisive and swift strategies.
Yet, when it came to treating his woman, he often seemed clumsy, not knowing how to act around her.
He often said he liked her in her presence, but seldom did he say "love."
