Yelu Yan certainly wasn't going to let her go. With one arm, he encircled her supple waist, immobilizing her, while his other hand disappeared into the water.
Yelu Yan moved on top of her, tilting his head back to look at Li Xianyun with a smile so irritating it begged for a slap.
Li Xianyun was, naturally, overwhelmed with bashfulness and wished she could find a crack in the earth to crawl into.
Her hands pushed against his iron-like arms, but she couldn't budge them in the slightest,
rippling water, curling steam, the gentle babbling of the water.
Yelu Yan's deep-set eyes leisurely gazed at her.
But what could she do? She was past the point of caring about her pride now.
Yelu Yan buried his head in her neck, showering her with kisses.
Li Xianyun felt like a lamb awaiting slaughter, her throat in a grip, as if the next moment, her neck might be snapped.
Yet she wasn't afraid; instead, she seemed more excited than ever.
She had never felt such a strange sensation before.
