Yelu Yan had long realized that even if Li Xianyun did nothing, just idly staying there, she could provoke wicked thoughts in him.
Not to mention that now Li Xianyun stood gracefully like a lotus flower rising out of the water, he had already lost all composure and self-control.
Yelu Yan casually picked up a soft towel from the desk to dry his hair, propped up one leg nonchalantly, and laid the other on the bed, embodying a carefree and willful attitude.
Because of the sudden movement, Yelu Yan exposed an even larger area of his sturdy chest.
In the dim yellow light, those large swathes of wheat-colored muscles took on a wild shade, causing Li Xianyun to stare in astonishment.
She finally understood that this man was decidedly set on seducing her.
Although she had to admit she was truly tempted by him, how could one be so spineless?
Li Xianyun planned to walk straight to the dressing table to twist her hair.
