"What are we doing tonight?" Li Xianyun asked casually.
"You tell me, it's our wedding night," Yelu Yan said, his gaze burning into her.
Li Xianyun laughed despite herself, "Even like this, you still think about that."
"How am I, wife? You've already felt, right? A little wound like this doesn't matter."
This man really was shameless.
Li Xianyun looked at him helplessly and turned to arrange the medicine box without speaking.
But Yelu Yan pulled her into his arms.
"Your wound." Li Xianyun tried to avoid his wound.
Yelu Yan pulled her onto the bed and let her rest in the curve of his arm, looking down at her with a smile.
"Don't your Han people often say there are three greatest joys in life, meeting an old friend in a foreign place, being top of the list for imperial examination, and the wedding night? How could I miss such an important joy like the wedding night?"
