The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 633 - 631 Xianxian, I’m really happy (one more update)

Yelu Yan’s chopsticks paused.

Previously, Li Xianyun had given him a pair of boots as an early birthday gift.

He cherished those boots so much that he couldn’t bear to wear them, yet he didn’t make much of his birthday.

Since his childhood, due to his mother Tia, he had scarcely celebrated his birthday and didn’t think it was an important day.

Unexpectedly, Li Xianyun still remembered.

Li Xianyun glanced at Youlan standing behind her.

Understanding the cue, Youlan picked up a wooden tray from a nearby table, covered with a blue brocade cloth fringed with colorful silk tassels.

Li Xianyun lifted the brocade cloth, and a belt appeared before their eyes.

The belt was embroidered with beautiful and elegant patterns, quite lovely.

Li Xianyun took the belt and handed it to Yelu Yan, "My husband, this is your birthday gift."

Yelu Yan smiled broadly, his eyes shining black and bright.

No wonder Li Xianyun liked to hug him in the past days, she was actually measuring his waist.

Yelu Yan stood up holding the belt, wrapping it around his waist.

Li Xianyun took over, "Let me do it."

As she spoke, she embraced Yelu Yan’s strong waist, wrapped the belt securely, fastened it, then stepped back to look at him from a distance.

With a tall and well-proportioned figure, Yelu Yan looked good in anything, but now, with the embroidered belt around his waist, he appeared even more upright and handsome.

"Do you like it?" Li Xianyun asked with a smile.

Yelu Yan enveloped Li Xianyun within his arms, looking down at her, "I like it. I like whatever you give me."

The clothes and boots made by Li Xianyun were treasured so much that he hesitated to wear them, fearing they would get dirty during battle.

Because of this, Li Xianyun had advised him several times, "My husband, those clothes and boots are made for you to wear. If they wear out or get old, I will make you more."

"Wearing such fine clothes and boots into battle is simply a waste; I’ll wear them when we return to Shangjing."

Seeing how stubborn Yelu Yan was, Li Xianyun could only let it go.

At this moment, Li Xianyun glanced quickly at the maid beside her, who all bowed their heads with a smile.

Li Xianyun’s face felt slightly warm as she struggled in Yelu Yan’s embrace.

Yelu Yan didn’t let her go but cleared his throat and commanded softly, "Everyone leave."

"Yes."

The maids quickly exited.

"Now no one is watching," Yelu Yan bent down to look at her, "Xianxian, I really love this belt, thank you."

"As long as you like it, let’s eat."

Li Xianyun said as she tried to unfasten the belt from his waist.

Yelu Yan held her hand, "No need to remove it, it’s fine this way."

"As you wish... mm..."

Yelu Yan suddenly grasped her nape and pressed his thin lips heavily onto hers.

After a few pecks, he released Li Xianyun but still bent down to be level with her gaze, "Xianxian, I’m truly happy."

His eyes sparkled like the Milky Way scattered with stars, clearly showing his delight.

"From now on, I will celebrate your birthday with you every year."

"Okay."

The two smiled at each other.

"My husband, if we don’t eat now, the food will really get cold. I’ve been busy in the kitchen for over an hour."

"Alright, let’s eat."

Yelu Yan took care of Li Xianyun while wolfing down his food.

The food made by Li Xianyun was indeed delicious.

Seeing that Yelu Yan had almost finished eating, Li Xianyun looked towards the door, "Youlan, you can bring it now."

Through the thick curtain, Youlan responded from outside.

Soon, a maid opened the blanket curtain that shielded the room from the cool air, and Youlan carried in a steaming bowl of longevity noodles, placing it respectfully and carefully in front of Yelu Yan.

Yelu Yan saw that nestled atop the slender noodles was a poached egg, garnished with light green onions.

Li Xianyun looked at Yelu Yan and smiled, "My lord, this is called longevity noodles. We Han people eat them on our birthdays. The noodle with a poached egg symbolizes longlasting unity, a beautiful blessing."

So, celebrating a birthday was this delightful, not only receiving gifts but also enjoying rich meals and longevity noodles.

Yelu Yan seemed to see Li Xianyun sitting under the lamp making his belt, as if he saw her busy figure in the kitchen.

Yelu Yan was quite moved. He grabbed Li Xianyun’s small hand and said with great emotion, "Good, let us be together forever, never to part."

"Mmm." Li Xianyun smiled, "My lord, eat the noodles while they’re hot, or they’ll clump and won’t taste good."

Yelu Yan nodded and started eating the noodles with his chopsticks.

They ate the meal blissfully content.

After the meal, Yelu Yan carried Li Xianyun in his arms and walked briskly toward the inner room.

Seeing Yelu Yan heading straight for the bed with her in his arms, Li Xianyun grabbed his collar, somewhat panicked, "My lord, we haven’t bathed yet."

"Xianxian, what are you thinking about, hmm?" Yelu Yan looked down at her with a smile, "Today, for my birthday, you were bustling about, truly weary. Let me give you a massage."

Li Xianyun shifted her gaze away from his face and smirked.

She had misunderstood his intent.

It appeared it wasn’t only Yelu Yan who had those thoughts on his mind; she also harbored them. Whenever she saw Yelu Yan, her thoughts inadvertently drifted in that direction, triggering a reaction in her body.

Yelu Yan placed Li Xianyun on the bed and bent down to remove her shoes, not forgetting to look up at her with a teasing expression.

Li Xianyun tiptoed, nudging his shoulder, "What’s so funny? You’re so annoying."

Yelu Yan was not annoyed. He just kept smiling foolishly.

After removing her shoes, Yelu Yan lifted her legs onto the bed, "Lie down, I’ll give you a massage."

Li Xianyun obediently lay down on the bed, her small hands crossed under her delicate chin.

Yelu Yan sat on the edge of the bed and started massaging her shoulders.

But as soon as he started, Li Xianyun yelped in pain.

Yelu Yan quickly let go, turning to look at her, "What’s wrong?"

Li Xianyun covered her shoulder and said in soft tones, "It hurts."

"I haven’t even applied much strength yet."

"Forget it, you’re all brute strength, better not to continue."

Yelu Yan sighed to stop her, "Alright, alright, I’ll be gentler."

Li Xianyun reluctantly moved her hands away.

Yelu Yan tried to be as gentle as he could, pressing softly, "Is this pressure okay?"

"It’s still a bit hard."

Yelu Yan lightened his touch even more, "What about now?"

"That’s better."

Yelu Yan further softened his touch, gently kneading and massaging.

His woman was very delicate, like a porcelain doll that could break at any moment, necessitating careful handling.

Li Xianyun comfortably closed her eyes.

Yelu Yan chuckled, "Don’t fall asleep."

With a rebellious flutter of her eyelashes, the moment she closed her eyes, Li Xianyun protested with a smile, "I am going to sleep."

"Alright, sleep then. I have my ways to wake you up."

As he said "wake," his tone carried an intensity, as though he was already inside her.

Yelu Yan’s palms were warm, his movements tender.

Li Xianyun felt as the fatigue in her body slowly drained away with his massage.

Yelu Yan massaged her shoulders, arms, and then her legs, but soon his hands resting on her thighs began to behave impudently.

One hand slipped toward the root of her leg.