Seeing Li Xianyun's gently inveigling demeanor, Yelu Yan's anger subsided a bit, but he still did not relent.
"Death penalty may be spared, but punishment is unavoidable..."
Li Xianyun let out a little cry and, on tiptoes, wrapped her arms around Yelu Yan's neck, pulling him down a bit, and like a small rabbit, she hopped twice in his embrace, coquettishly saying, "My lord, can't you hear me out?"
Then she shook his neck, "Please, huh?"
Li Xianyun's voice was naturally tender and pleasant to hear, and now with her speaking in an even more coquettish tone, it made Yelu Yan's heart turn soft and tender, as if he would agree to any request she might make.
In fact, that was indeed the case; whatever Li Xianyun said, he would never disagree.
Yelu Yan finally let out a light sigh and embraced Li Xianyun even tighter, their necks crossing as he hugged her, "Xianxian, what am I to do with you?"
