The village chief's wife said happily, "If you like it, drink a little more."
She was afraid the guests wouldn't be accustomed to the drink, so she had only poured half a cup.
Now that she discovered Li Xianyun enjoyed it, she wanted to pour a full cup.
Yelu Yan wanted to stop her.
Li Xianyun's small hand gently rested on the cuff of his sleeve, preventing him from speaking.
Yelu Yan's hand was under the table where the couple couldn't see.
Li Xianyun said to the village chief's wife, "Thank you."
To reject someone's kindness would be terribly upsetting for them.
Yelu Yan looked at her small hand on his sleeve.
Her hand looked even fairer and more beautiful against his black garments.
Was this woman made of snow?
Hearing her words, the village chief's wife happily filled Li Xianyun's teacup, then sat back down beside her husband.
Li Xianyun lifted her small hand from Yelu Yan's sleeve and, holding the teacup, looked towards Yelu Yan, who was also looking at her.
