Yelu Yan laughed as he stood up and walked towards Li Xianyun, "Are you cold?"
Li Xianyun glanced at him and huffed, ignoring him.
Yelu Yan burst into laughter, approached her, and tried to lift her up in a horizontal carry.
Li Xianyun stepped back to avoid his embrace, "Aren't you overindulged? Wait until I have treated you, then I need to return to Huofu Camp."
Yelu Yan laughed, "You heard wrong, my dear. I'm not overindulged; I'm starving, utterly famished. I need you to feed me until I'm full."
Li Xianyun glanced at him sideways, "You're so improper."
"That's right, I am improper, which is exactly why I need your discipline."
Was that even a human language?
Li Xianyun pursed her rosy lips.
Yelu Yan continued talking as he moved closer to Li Xianyun, feeling a cool breeze emanating from her.
She was especially sensitive to the cold; it seemed she might have caught a chill.
