The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 634 - 632 I said, don’t be angry (second update)

Li Xianyun suddenly lifted her eyelashes and pushed at Yelu Yan with her hand, but her small hand was restrained by Yelu Yan’s other hand.

Yelu Yan’s mischievous hand first pressed against her, drawing circles twice, and then his large palm grasped her.

Li Xianyun closed her eyes, her brows slightly furrowed, and she spoke with a quiver in her voice, "Husband, um..."

As she spoke, she bit her lip because the sound she made, quivering and breathy, was truly tempting in the still of the night.

Yelu Yan smirked and said, "Husband knows you like it."

He knew her body even better than Li Xianyun did, knowing how to easily bring her to the pinnacle and enjoy the view from high above.

The room was heated by an underground dragon, warm as spring.

Li Xianyun was accustomed to removing her cotton robe inside the house, wearing only the light gown appropriate for springtime.

Because she was thinly dressed, the tender spots, separated by just two layers of fabric, were rubbed by Yelu Yan’s movements.

How could Li Xianyun endure this?

Her free hand clutched the pillow tightly, squeezing harder and harder until her knuckles turned white and bloodless.

Yelu Yan did not stop his hand, leaning over to observe Li Xianyun’s reactions.

Seeing her face flushed with pleasure, he felt an immense sense of satisfaction.

Yelu Yan’s smile grew wider.

Suddenly, Li Xianyun tensed up all over, her legs too applied force, trapping his hand and leaving him unable to move.

Seeing Li Xianyun trembling intensely, like a dehydrated fish on a chopping board, Yelu Yan ceased his movements.

Li Xianyun curled up and buried her small face tightly into the soft pillow, waiting for the waves to gradually recede. Finally, she relaxed, laying weakly and pitifully on the bed.

Although they were separated by clothing, Yelu Yan’s hand felt as if he had just grabbed a fish from the water, covered in its slickness.

His Xianxian was indeed so delicate.

Li Xianyun lay panting on the pillow with a flushed face, thinking that Yelu Yan’s libertine behavior had ended, only to discover his hand had made its way beneath her lower garment.

Now, there was no hindrance at all.

Li Xianyun looked at Yelu Yan in a panic, as if facing a great enemy, "Husband, don’t."

But the delicate sound of her voice, upon being uttered, changed its flavor.

It felt as if she was rejecting the advances, yet also inviting them.

Seeing this, Yelu Yan naturally did not hesitate.

A new round began without any obstruction.

It was not long before Li Xianyun couldn’t control herself, and the embarrassingly intimate sounds that overflowed from her throat seemed to hook out Yelu Yan’s itchiness.

Yelu Yan glanced down at himself, standing erect, and thought it was rather disappointing.

After a few moments, Li Xianyun could no longer bear it, her little face flushed as she looked at Yelu Yan with pleading eyes, "Husband, shall we go take a bath?"

"Do you desire it?"

In her current state, how could she not desire it?

Li Xianyun dared not look at him, she lowered her eyelids, casting aside her modesty, and lightly "Mhm" in agreement.

Yelu Yan pulled his hand away and showed it to Li Xianyun, then leaned forward to kiss her slightly sweaty forehead, "Xianxian, we are husband and wife."

His implication was clear: Whatever husband and wife did together was only natural and nothing to be ashamed of.

Yelu Yan straightened up, lifting Li Xianyun horizontally, and headed straight to the bathing chamber.

As Li Xianyun’s feet touched the ground, she momentarily stumbled, but Yelu Yan’s quick reflexes steadied her.

"Are you alright?"

"I’m fine."

Yelu Yan looked at her with a smirk, "Xianxian, your husband hasn’t done anything yet, has he?"

Li Xianyun glared at him, "I simply lost my footing, don’t let your thoughts wander."

"Alright, I won’t let them wander."

Even though he said that, his smile was far from innocent.

Li Xianyun hummed to herself as she went about her ablutions.

Men always seem to finish their washing much quicker.

After Yelü Yan finished washing up, he filled the bath bucket with hot water and began to strip off his clothes.

Li Xianyun washed up and turned around to find Yelü Yan having removed his upper garment.

Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, a chest that was firm and strong, and his abdomen too was defined by large blocks of muscle.

Such a strong and proportionate body.

Yelü Yan looked at her with a smile at the corner of his mouth, his gaze burning.

Li Xianyun realized he was staring right at her, her face blazing red in an instant.

Staring so blatantly at his waist and abdomen could easily cause misunderstandings.

Li Xianyun’s throat felt dry, and she swallowed before heading outside, "You wash first, I’ll wash later."

Yelü Yan wrapped his arms around her from behind and buried his head in the nape of her neck, whispering into her ear with his thin lips, "We’re husband and wife, no need to hide. Let’s bathe together."

Before Li Xianyun could react, Yelü Yan lifted her horizontally in his arms.

Of course, Li Xianyun knew what he intended to do.

This barbarian, when he did something, would charge straight ahead without any regard for consequences.

"My shoes are still on."

Li Xianyun genuinely feared Yelü Yan would just drop her into the bath bucket as she was.

Yelü Yan looked at her and laughed. When he carried her to the edge of the bucket, he had her sit on the brink and removed her shoes. He also kicked off his own before picking her up and stepping into the bath bucket with her.

"My clothes..." Li Xianyun protested.

But Yelü Yan had already submerged them both into the water.

The warm water spread along her side, wetting her clothes and enveloping her with steaming vapors.

Li Xianyun slapped Yelü Yan’s firm, bare chest, "You’re so annoying."

Yelü Yan chuckled.

Back and forth with those few sentences; she really was terrible at cursing.

Yelü Yan splashed water onto her, "Let me undress you."

The water hadn’t reached Li Xianyun’s chest yet, and her soaked blouse clung to her body, revealing her fine figure.

The garment seemed on the verge of bursting at the chest.

Moreover, because of the wet clothes, the parts she usually covered carefully became even more prominent.

Li Xianyun, seeing Yelü Yan’s dark and infatuated gaze and perceiving his intentions from her peripheral vision, attempted to turn away only to be pulled back into his embrace.

Yelü Yan didn’t even have time to speak, acting on impulse, he captured her lips with his own, his hands placed over her chest.

Li Xianyun closed her eyes, her damp eyelids trembling, her small hands helplessly grasping his sturdy arms.

Soon, her clothes were discarded by Yelü Yan, thrown wet onto the floor outside the bath bucket.

The water in the tub rippled fiercely, unceasing waves following one another, melding with the low, husky breaths of man and woman, lingering on endlessly.

By the time Li Xianyun finally lay on the longed-for bed it was already deep in the night.

Only a dim yellow lamp was lit in the room, its faint light mingled with the solitary tick of the water clock, enunciating the silence of the night.

Yelü Yan tucked Li Xianyun in and sat beside her drying her hair.

Turning to look at Li Xianyun, who still had her eyes wide open, obviously not sleepy, he hesitated before speaking, "Xianxian, I want to discuss something with you."

"What is it?" Li Xianyun rested her chin on her hands, laid one over the other, and asked.

"I want you to not be angry when I tell you."

Li Xianyun had already guessed what he was about to say.

"Is it that Houliang has made more concessions in the armistice, that both sides have reached an agreement, and we’re moving our troops back to the capital?"

Yelü Yan’s hand, which was drying her hair, paused for a moment, then he resumed the motion.

"Houliang has agreed to cede Hengzhou and sixteen other counties to the Khitan, and will also pay tribute to the Khitan annually with valued Gold and Silver Jewelry, porcelain, and silk damasks."