Yelu Yan, with a smile lingering on his lips, drew Li Xianyun into his embrace, undressing her as the temperature between them rose, and their breathing became fast and heavy, changing the atmosphere around them.
Li Xianyun clasped her own clothes, dodging backward with a laugh, "Husband, I think I'll take them off myself."
"Aren't you tired? Just rest, let me help you," he said.
As he spoke, Yelu Yan took hold of Li Xianyun's slender wrist and pulled her entirely into his embrace.
By the time Li Xianyun wanted to stop him, it was already too late.
Yelu Yan kissed her and teased her; he had a thousand ways to make Li Xianyun give in.
Just then, Zhuo Ma called out from outside, "My lord, the hot water is ready."
Li Xianyun, as if granted amnesty, finally found an excuse. Her smooth little hands pushed against Yelu Yan's solid chest, "Husband, I'd like to take a bath."
"Together," Yelu Yan said and lifted Li Xianyun horizontally from the bed, heading straight for the door.
