Yelu Yan had wiped the water off Li Xianyun, then dressed her in undergarments and an overcoat.
While dressing her in undergarments, Yelu Yan deliberately checked for swelling but, still, he applied some ointment to Li Xianyun so she would feel more comfortable.
Li Xianyun felt completely tossed around by him and did not resist when he applied the medicine, allowing him to do as he wished, emitting low moans.
She couldn't help but think of the scene that had just occurred.
Just now, Li Xianyun had kissed him embarrassingly and indignantly under Yelu Yan's coercion.
Yet, Yelu Yan remained motionless, like a piece of wood.
Li Xianyun lifted her head and cooed at him, "Husband."
"Want?"
Li Xianyun hummed in affirmation.
"Fetch it yourself."
Li Xianyun felt like her dignity had been trampled on the ground, but what could she do?
Li Xianyun reached down, her small hand far too pale and delicate compared to his.
