The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 561 - 559 finally succeeded (second update)

Yelu Yan, with Li Xianyun’s lips between his, finished speaking and then kissed her deeply.

Li Xianyun softly gasped. As he probed forward, she parted her lips, allowing him entry.

The sound of their kissing filled the air, embarrassingly loud.

That’s how Li Xianyun found herself being kissed all the way to the bed.

The sleepwear she had been wearing was loose and came off easily with a slight tug.

Their clothes fell away as they kissed, mark by mark.

By the time Li Xianyun was laid down on the bed, Yelu Yan had completely stripped her bare.

Her delicate skin was flawlessly pale under the lamplight, irresistibly alluring.

Yelu Yan was no better off.

During this time, not only did he undress Li Xianyun, but also himself.

His strong muscles were on display, and Li Xianyun’s gaze darted around, too shy to look directly.

Now she was naked, with nothing to hide, holding her arms shyly over her chest.

Like a delicate flower, waiting to be picked.

Irresistibly enchanting.

Even in the heat of passion, Yelu Yan still took care to cater to Li Xianyun’s feelings, concerned she might catch cold, he leaned in close, covering her, "Are you cold?"

Li Xianyun shook her head.

Her body was warm all over, how could she be cold?

Still, Yelu Yan drew the quilt over them, covering both.

Yelu Yan kissed her, pleasing her.

Li Xianyun was past resistance, clinging to him, rubbing against him.

Yet Yelu Yan still remained restrained, unwilling to give in to her.

Li Xianyun pleaded a few times, wrapping her legs around him, nearly about to cry.

Still, Yelu Yan continued to kiss her, but took no action.

Li Xianyun, utterly beyond self-control, bit into his shoulder in frustration.

Yelu Yan didn’t even frown.

Seeing Li Xianyun like a child clamoring for candy, getting rowdier for not getting it, he finally moved his hand down.

Li Xianyun recoiled, raising her fair, slender hand to push against Yelu Yan’s solid chest.

Yelu Yan thought she was angry.

He had indeed teased Li Xianyun too fiercely; it was truly excessive.

But how could he stop just because she asked him to?

"Xianxian, you can’t torture me like this," Yelu Yan said in a hoarse voice.

Li Xianyun’s face was flushed red, and she struggled without saying a word.

Yelu Yan thought she was angry and unwilling.

His heart filled with regret.

Though Yelu Yan greatly desired her, he could not bear to force her, so he got up and sat on the side of the bed, looking dejected.

Finally, he understood what it meant to "shoot oneself in the foot."

Li Xianyun got up from the bed and, seeing Yelu Yan sitting forlornly, said with a tender voice, "My lord, lie down."

Yelu Yan watched her blankly, not fully comprehending.

Li Xianyun steadied his arm, asking him to lie down, then she sat on top of him.

Yelu Yan now understood her intentions; his eyes sparkled, filled with an intense, undissolvable affection.

Li Xianyun was bashful and could not bear to look at him, only concentrating on what she was about to do.

But as she was about to proceed, Li Xianyun began to feel frightened.

How could she take on something so grand?

She dared not to force it.

Yelu Yan watched her with a playful smile and said, "Let’s have me do it then."

With that, he started to rise.

Li Xianyun pressed her hand against his chest, her small, fair face flushing with color, "Husband, you’re injured, let me do it."

As she spoke, she swallowed hard, steadied herself, and sat down.

But still not daring, she helplessly looked up at Yelu Yan, "What should I do, husband?"

Her voice was seductive, making one’s heart contract.

"I’ll take care of it."

Yelu Yan said, supporting Li Xianyun.

They eventually succeeded.

Li Xianyun’s back broke out in goosebumps.

For Yelu Yan, being passive like this for the first time was a novel experience, he looked up at her foolishly.

Watching her graceful figure, her lovely face, and her shy, bashful expression of barely contained modesty.

Yelu Yan actually felt that experiencing such delightful moments would make death worthwhile.

Li Xianyun told Yelu Yan to rest, taking a moment before starting.

But after just a few movements, she couldn’t take it anymore, gripping Yelu Yan’s hand tightly, nearly crying out.

An unnamed sensation lingered and spread.

Yelu Yan, already pushed to his limit, disregarding everything else, grasped Li Xianyun’s delicate waist with both hands.

Li Xianyun couldn’t help but cry out in surprise.

It was she who should have been doing it, but in the end, Yelu Yan was the one in control.

Today was another day of Yelu Yan’s madness, no matter how Li Xianyun begged for mercy, he refused to let her go.

Who knows how long it went on before Yelu Yan finally got up.

Li Xianyun lay lazily in bed, stretching out flat, feeling as if she had been rolled over by something.

Yelu Yan cleaned up a bit, then sat back down beside the bed, opened the quilt for her, and raised his hand to brush her sweaty hair to the side.

Her small face was white and tender, her cheeks unnaturally rosy, with an allure and shyness that made one want...

But Yelu Yan eventually held back, he had been too rough today; if he continued, Li Xianyun wouldn’t want to get out of bed tomorrow.

He still had that much self-awareness.

Li Xianyun looked at Yelu Yan, her autumn eyes like waves, brimming with emotion.

"Is your wound alright?"

He had been so forceful earlier, so crazed, it was as if he didn’t care for his life; Li Xianyun was truly afraid that his wound might reopen.

Yelu Yan smiled and said, "What’s this injury? Don’t worry about it."

He said, bending down to kiss Li Xianyun’s forehead, "Let me go get some hot water from the washroom to clean you up, why don’t you lie down for a while, hmm?"

Li Xianyun nodded her head, not wanting to move even a finger right now.

Yelu Yan stroked her little face with his hand, "Good girl."

Li Xianyun watched Yelu Yan’s retreating back and closed her eyes wearily, thinking she would lie down for a while, but then struggled to sit up.

It would be more refreshing to bathe herself than have Yelu Yan wipe her down.

However, as she kept her eyes closed, she fell asleep, only vaguely remembering Yelu Yan cleaning her as he lay beneath her.

Just scattered fragments, not distinctly remembered.

The next morning, Li Xianyun woke up to the sight of that handsome face close to hers.

Every time she awoke, Yelu Yan was usually already out of bed; waking up like this was indeed rare.

Yelu Yan, propped up on one arm, looked at her with a smile, "Awake?"

Li Xianyun murmured an acknowledgment, turned over, and put her legs across Yelu Yan’s body, looking at him.

If he hadn’t been injured, she would have definitely snuggled tightly against him, indulging in affection, but now she dared not touch him.

"Husband, how are you feeling?"

Yelu Yan’s rough fingertips gently stroked Li Xianyun’s delicate cheek, "Much better."

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Li Xianyun said with a smile, "So you need to give your husband extra care."

"Understood."

The two lay in bed for a while longer before Li Xianyun got up to freshen up.

Soon enough, a lot of people would hear about Yelu Yan being stabbed and surely many would come to visit, and she needed to turn them away.

Yelu Yan, feeling empty beside him in bed, also got up to freshen up. He skipped shaving, to better play the part.