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Yelu Yan kissed Li Xianyun's lips, little face, and swan-like neck, finally stopping at her chest.
Li Xianyun tightened her small hands in response to his unrestrained actions, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, and her red lips parted with a hiss.
Yelu Yan stopped, looking up at her.
Her little face was slightly flushed, and she gently bit her lip, giving him a quick glance before turning her head away, not daring to look directly at him.
Seeing this, Yelu Yan felt his heart melting.
He was definitely a bad man. Why did the sight of her looking bullied and forlorn make his heart bloom like a glorious flower?
He propped himself up and moved closer, tilting his head to gently peck at her lips, whispering against them.
"With you looking so shy and timid, my dear, I want to tease you even more. What should I do?"
Li Xianyun looked at him resentfully, letting him peck at her lightly, her breath sweet and her voice soft and syrupy, "You're bad."
