Last night, the scene of Yelu Yan applying medication while propping himself below her surfaced before her eyes, and Li Xianyun's little face instantly flushed red; she did not dare to look him in the eye, only daring to gaze at his handsome chin.
"No need, it's fine," Li Xianyun said with a hoarse throat.
"It's swollen; apply some medication, it'll heal faster, okay?"
Last night, he got up to clean up outside after lifting the curtains around the window bed.
Li Xianyun had a habit when she was intimate with him; she had to draw the bed curtains, otherwise she would feel tense all over and couldn't let go at all.
After Yelu Yan had cleaned up, he put on his clothes and ordered the maid to bring warm water.
He approached the bed with a wooden basin and a soft cloth, set the basin on the table beside the bed, and upon lifting the curtain found that Li Xianyun had already fallen into a deep sleep.
