Li Xianyun gently rested her chin upon Yelu Yan's sturdy chest, looking up at him with feigned ignorance, "How would I know."
"You…" Yelu Yan was so frustrated by her that he was at a loss for words, her ability to provoke was truly remarkable.
"Hug me."
Li Xianyun's red lips parted slightly, her voice soft and tender, laced with seduction, enticingly alluring.
Yelu Yan's anger vanished in an instant, as such a fragrant, delicate beauty tenderly threw herself into his arms; even if she had committed unforgivable sins, she would be worthy of forgiveness.
Yelu Yan couldn't believe how gullible he had become, his very boundaries seemed to have disappeared.
With one hand around her slim waist, and the other supporting her soft buttocks, he obediently lifted Li Xianyun into a standing embrace.
His strength was immense; with just a slight effort, he lifted her high up.
Li Xianyun's head was now slightly higher than Yelu Yan's.
