Yelu Yan ultimately couldn't help but lower his head once again to look at Li Xianyun. Her skin was fair, and her long eyelashes cast shadows beneath her eyes like a brush, he never knew that a woman could look so beautiful while asleep.
Li Xianyun breathed evenly and was sleeping soundly, a strand of hair having slipped from her temple.
Yelu Yan subconsciously raised his hand but stopped, hesitating before deciding to gently brush the disobedient strand aside with his slender, attractive fingers, with extreme gentleness, fearing he would wake her.
Looking at her delicate, sweet little face, Yelu Yan actually felt a desire rise within him: he didn't want the carriage to reach the Imperial Palace, how nice it would be to simply keep walking slowly like this.
As soon as this thought appeared, he was vehemently shaken, never having expected such an idea to cross his mind.
