Yelu Yan looked down at Li Xianyun, whose starry eyes were so beautiful. Her timid appearance made one want to protect her, yet also tease her.
He had never felt this way before.
Yelu Yan gazed at her autumn-water-like eyes and let out a light chuckle, saying, "Do you intend to tear Khan's clothes?"
Li Xianyun, staring at Yelu Yan's smiling face, was suddenly stunned. It was her first time seeing him laugh.
When Yelu Yan laughed, he would reveal two rows of neat, pearly white teeth, his brows relaxed, his whole being radiant.
He really did look good when he laughed.
Seeing her dazed and lost in thought, Yelu Yan gestured with his eyes.
Only then did Li Xianyun look at her small hand. She was holding on tightly to Yelu Yan's lapel. She might have been a bit forceful since the lapel was somewhat crumpled, but it was far from being torn as he exaggerated. How could she possibly tear it?
