Yelu Yan hurriedly stood up and embraced Li Xianyun, holding her in his arms, his sword-like brows furrowed, "Are you feeling unwell? It was careless of me just now to…"
Li Xianyun interrupted, "It's not your fault, I was willing."
Speaking of which, she was also to blame for getting carried away in their passion. Seeing Yelu Yan's face flushed and uncomfortable, Li Xianyun's heart softened, and she said, "Husband, actually I... can."
"Let's wait a little longer," Yelu Yan kissed her, saying indistinctly.
There's plenty of firewood left in the green hills.
Under such gnawing, Li Xianyun could hardly bear it, the ticklish sensation throughout her body unresolved, driving her beyond the point of careful consideration.
Li Xianyun bit her lower lip, discarding her pride and pulled his hand lower.
Yelu Yan was both shocked and delighted, barely lifting his head, he looked incredulously at Li Xianyun's flushed little face, "Xianxian, you…"
