Li Xianyun wrapped her arms around Yelu Yan's sturdy neck, resting her small head in the crook of his neck, with her smooth forehead pressed against his cheek.
Yelu Yan only felt a soft smoothness; her body carried a faint fragrance, always drawing him into this endless tenderness.
Li Xianyun, holding onto him, said in a soft voice, "Husband, you can't bear to."
Yelu Yan chuckled lightly; his voice was very pleasant, even his laughter was melodious.
Indeed, he could hardly bear it; always holding back his strength, he would slow down whenever he saw she could take no more, like an arrow drawn on a taut bow, ready to release yet suddenly reining in, a somewhat difficult task that required great restraint.
"So that's why you're so bold?"
"Yeah," someone said proudly, "after all, you won't do anything to me."
Yelu Yan, intending to tease her, gently lifted her chin a bit.
Her skin was white and flawless, her beautiful eyes conveyed deep affection.
A body full of allure.
