The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 576 - 574 Xianxian, you are my wife, and can only be my wife (second update)

Chapter 576: 574 Xianxian, you are my wife, and can only be my wife (second update)

Li Xianyun’s lips were sweet, and she was skilled at coaxing people.

Yelu Yan, having heard her words, felt much better, but still forced a smile and said, "Stinking fish and rotten shrimp? I see you laughing so happily, your lips nearly reaching your ears."

Such sour words indeed, as if he had overturned a vinegar jar.

Li Xianyun laughed heartily.

Yelu Yan looked stiff and awkward, but often spoke startlingly, which did not fit with his usual restrained, indifferent, and detached demeanor.

Li Xianyun coquettishly said, "My lord, when was I ever so happy? It was merely a courteous smile. My lord, can’t you see that?"

Yelu Yan snorted from his nose, clearly not believing her.

Li Xianyun wrapped her arms around his neck, and pleaded, "Come on, my lord, no more jealousy, all right? Next time, I won’t go to the dining hall. After I’m done with the machinery, I’ll return to the Palace, okay?"

Yelu Yan grunted in agreement, embracing her closely, their cheeks rubbing together.

She laughed so joyfully, her whole being bright and lively, unimaginably charming.

What if a man, reckless of his own life, flirted with her?

That was a significant risk, enough to make him feel as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Xianxian, you wouldn’t fall for another man, would you?"

Since they had opened up, there was no longer anything hidden.

Li Xianyun slightly pulled away from Yelu Yan’s wide, warm embrace, staring at him unblinkingly, and countered, "My lord, would you fall for another woman?"

Upon hearing her reply, Yelu Yan almost wanted to swear immediately, "I am pleased with only you; how could I possibly fancy another woman?"

Li Xianyun smiled and said, "There you have it, my feelings are the same as yours. Having fallen for you, how could I possibly fancy another man? It’s just like the saying, ’The lord is the rock, and the lady is the reed. The reed is tough as silk, and the rock does not move.’ You can’t escape from the palm of my hand in this lifetime."

Her latter words were quite domineering, like sparks crackling and bursting in Yelu Yan’s heart, making him feel supremely blissful.

Yelu Yan gazed at Li Xianyun’s lovely smiling face, fascinated. "I have never thought of running away; rather, I wish you would hold me even tighter."

Li Xianyun laughed joyously and teased, "My lord, it seems you have masochistic tendencies."

"Indeed, my lord, I do enjoy your mistreatment."

Yelu Yan’s voice was husky, clearly stirred.

He enveloped Li Xianyun in his arms, holding her tightly.

Li Xianyun felt something hard pressing against her, her brows slightly furrowed, and she softly murmured, "Hmm."

If Li Xianyun were made of water,

Then Yelu Yan must surely be made of fire.

His body was always warm, like a furnace, and easily ignited.

They were merely talking normally—such normal words, yet he was aroused.

Bulging, quite frightening.

"My lord, you..."

Always thinking about that, truly a lascivious man.

Yelu Yan’s eyes were dark and bright, burning with intense desire, "What to do? I’m longing for you, and so is he."

His voice was magnetic, seductive, and very pleasant to listen to.

Yet, such shameful words he spoke so confidently—it was hard to know what to say to him.

Li Xianyun could not help but mutter, "Rascal."

Yelu Yan slipped his hand beneath her skirt, smiling, "I’m always a gentleman, only a rascal for you."

Li Xianyun shrieked, pushing his hand away.

But Yelu Yan did not give her a chance, leaned forward, and fiercely claimed her lips, rolling them under his, forcing her to part them.

Meanwhile, his rough hand under her skirt was not idle.

Li Xianyun, like a small chick, couldn’t push him away and was quickly stripped down by him.

His large palm engulfed her.

She was hardly recognizable by then.

Yelu Yan moved away from Li Xianyun’s lips, looked at her tenderly, and smiled foolishly, "Xianxian, what is this place, and still you call me a libertine, what about you?"

Li Xianyun’s cheeks flushed crimson, her earlobes and cheeks seeming as if they were scorched by fire.

Her eyes brimmed with tears, looking exceedingly tender and moving.

Yelu Yan kissed her lips voraciously, his hands even more reckless and wild than before.

How could Li Xianyun withstand his fondling? Soon she held Yelu Yan’s large hand and buried her head in his shoulder, trembling violently.

Her voice and breathing were utterly shattered.

Meanwhile, Yelu Yan kissed her cheeks and her earlobes.

"Xianxian, you belong to me, and only me. In the future, I won’t allow you to smile at other men. I’ll get jealous."

Li Xianyun shuddered like a sieve and murmured an agreement. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

At that crucial moment, she would agree to anything he said.

"That’s my good girl."

Yelu Yan, feeling thoroughly content, kissed her slender neck and exquisite collarbone inch by inch.

Soon, the wrapped cloth around her chest was torn down, tossed aside.

Li Xianyun wrapped her arms around herself, attempting to cover herself, but Yelu Yan pulled her arms away.

Yelu Yan looked down at the unending, dazzling sight before him, his breath hung tight, and he bent down to take her in his mouth.

Li Xianyun bit her lip and closed her eyes, her shoulders bare as her clothes slid down.

Much later, Yelu Yan withdrew his hand from beneath her garment, looking at Li Xianyun’s flushed, luminous face, his lips moistened as he asked, "Xianxian..."

She was extremely shy, and Yelu Yan feared she wouldn’t consent.

Li Xianyun knew what he wanted without him finishing, and softly murmured her agreement.

Yelu Yan, feeling as if pardoned, began tearing at his own clothes without hesitation.

The carriage soon began to sway.

Li Xianyun, fearful of being discovered, pushed on Yelu Yan beneath her.

Yelu Yan clasped Li Xianyun’s waist and lunged several times before clearing his throat, "Speed up."

"Yes!" Bater called from outside the carriage.

Yelu Yan then laid his head against Li Xianyun’s chest, his hands becoming fierce.

The carriage sped, its rocking becoming even more violent, as if it might fall apart.

Only when they entered the Imperial Palace did Yelu Yan pull away, though he was not yet satisfied.

Yelu Yan knelt on one knee, adjusting Li Xianyun’s disheveled clothes and underskirts, looking up at her and saying, "Xianxian, once we are inside your chamber, let’s continue..."

The Imperial Palace was so vast that conversations in the carriage were sure to be overheard.

Li Xianyun interrupted with a cough, saying, "My lord, I understand."

Yelu Yan was delighted at her response.

Upon reaching the entrance of Khan Palace, Yelu Yan carried Li Xianyun quickly towards the main building.

Li Xianyun, with the wrapped cloth hidden in her sleeve, clung to Yelu Yan’s neck, buried her face in not wanting to be seen and also hid the protruding part of her garment.

"My lord, you haven’t eaten," Li Xianyun reminded him, her face buried in his warm neck.

"That’s why you must feed me," Yelu Yan said with an intense gaze and a smile.

Li Xianyun quietly cursed him, burying her face even deeper.

Yelu Yan just felt the slippery warmth at his neck, the heat of her breath against him, making him so anxious that he almost couldn’t resist taking her right there.