Li Xianyun's lips were sweet, and she was skilled at coaxing people.
Yelu Yan, having heard her words, felt much better, but still forced a smile and said, "Stinking fish and rotten shrimp? I see you laughing so happily, your lips nearly reaching your ears."
Such sour words indeed, as if he had overturned a vinegar jar.
Li Xianyun laughed heartily.
Yelu Yan looked stiff and awkward, but often spoke startlingly, which did not fit with his usual restrained, indifferent, and detached demeanor.
Li Xianyun coquettishly said, "My lord, when was I ever so happy? It was merely a courteous smile. My lord, can't you see that?"
Yelu Yan snorted from his nose, clearly not believing her.
Li Xianyun wrapped her arms around his neck, and pleaded, "Come on, my lord, no more jealousy, all right? Next time, I won't go to the dining hall. After I'm done with the machinery, I'll return to the Palace, okay?"
Yelu Yan grunted in agreement, embracing her closely, their cheeks rubbing together.
