Li Xianyun cooed softly, kissing Yelu Yan's earlobe, taking it into her mouth.
Yelu Yan let out a muffled groan, wanting to rise and flip Li Xianyun underneath him, reversing their roles.
But Li Xianyun pressed down on his chest, her voice soft, "Don't get up."
Yelu Yan gazed at her blushing face with affection, "Xianxian, you don't have to do this."
In that regard, Li Xianyun had always silently endured, never taking such initiative before.
Such proactiveness was merely the result of being moved by the words he had said.
He was only doing what a husband should do; she didn't need to please him like this.
He could lower his stance to please her, but when Li Xianyun did the same to make him happy,
Yelu Yan felt pained.
Concealing her embarrassment, Li Xianyun's hand reached for Yelu Yan's firm chest, "But I want to bully you."
She added another sentence, "Why is it that every time you bully me, and I can't bully you? That's not fair."
