The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 582 - 580 You Clearly Agreed (Second Update)

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.

Yelu Yan furrowed his brows, seized Li Xianyun, and without allowing her to refuse, he carried her in a horizontal position, walked around the screen, and headed straight for the bed.

"My husband, could you uh... let go uh..."

Every time Li Xianyun spoke, Yelu Yan would plant a kiss on her.

Her words were all swallowed by Yelu Yan, so Li Xianyun stopped talking, letting him carry her as he wished.

Yelu Yan placed Li Xianyun on the bed securely, took off her shoes, opened the quilt, and wrapped her up tightly.

"Why is your body so cold?"

To make Li Xianyun’s journey with the army more comfortable, Yelu Yan made sure everything she needed, from food to clothing, was thoroughly prepared.

Yelu Yan then took off his shoes and climbed into bed, slipping under the soft comforter. He removed Li Xianyun’s socks and lifted his own clothes, placing her icy feet on his muscular stomach.

Li Xianyun squirmed, "It’s too cold."

Yelu Yan grabbed hold of her small feet.

His strength was so great, Li Xianyun couldn’t move at all.

"It’s exactly because you’re cold that I need to warm you up."

Yelu Yan pressed Li Xianyun’s feet, cold as ice blocks, against his warm belly, then covered them with clothes and the quilt to keep her warm.

He then wrapped his large hands around Li Xianyun’s small ones, rubbing them and holding her hands up to his mouth to breathe hot air onto them.

Li Xianyun’s hands were freezing, especially her fingertips, which were as cold as ice water.

"Why don’t you wear more clothes?" Yelu Yan said with displeasure, his heart aching for her.

Li Xianyun complained, "I was about to go to sleep, so I didn’t put on much clothing. If Jinwu hadn’t called on your behest, I would have been in my warm bed by now."

"I wouldn’t dream of letting you share a tent with another man," he declared.

"But you had agreed before we left," Li Xianyun argued with reason.

"Times change. One must judge the situation and adapt accordingly," he replied.

"You’re shameless," Li Xianyun accused, her voice soft and adorable.

Yelu Yan smiled, "Indeed, I am shameless. You can punish me later as you like; I promise not to fight back or talk back."

Li Xianyun hummed, her gaze falling on his large hands.

His hands had grown callused from years of handling weapons, a bit rough, but they were very warm.

Yelu Yan watched her eyes, and her long lashes cast a beautiful shadow on her fair little face.

He pinched Li Xianyun’s small hand and said, "Tonight, you must sleep with me. Did you hear that?"

Li Xianyun lifted her eyelids to look at him, feeling as though she had boarded a bandit’s ship, but on Yelu Yan’s territory, she had no choice but to follow his lead.

"I heard it."

"Now that’s my good girl," Yelu Yan said with a laugh, "Xianxian, the fish soup you made today was really tasty."

Li Xianyun looked at him, the corners of her mouth curving upward to reveal her sweet dimples. "You had some?"

"Mhm, but it was too little. Once we reach the border, I’ll have enough to satisfy myself."

The soldiers each only had one large spoonful, and those who arrived late had no fortune to taste it.

Yelu Yan had a whole big bowl, yet it still wasn’t enough for him.

Li Xianyun responded softly, "Alright."

Under the lamplight, the beauty always seemed more enchanting.

Yelu Yan was mesmerized, leaning in close to her, their breaths mingling, and whispered hoarsely, "Xianxian, a kiss."

His voice was so bewitching that it was easy to fall deep into it.

Li Xianyun stepped back a little, "Just a kiss, is that okay?"

It was inconvenient being outside.

"I’ve already had someone prepare the hot water," Yelu Yan said with a mischievous smile.

The implication was too clear, causing Li Xianyun’s face to grow hot. "No, I’m tired."

Yelu Yan did not press further, smiling, "Alright then, I’ll prepare hot water for you so you can wash up before we rest."

"Mhm."

She hadn’t expected Yelu Yan to be so agreeable.

Outside the biting cold winds howled, but the main tent was warm due to the burning stove. Cowhide was wrapped around the outside to block the wind, and thick blankets were hung on all four interior walls, making it quite cozy.

After making sure Li Xianyun’s hands and feet had warmed up, Yelu Yan got out of bed to prepare the bathing items.

Li Xianyun once heard Yelu Yan say that when the campaign was urgent, he could go two to three months without bathing. She wondered if this particular indulgence might not sit well with everyone. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Wrapped in her bedding and sitting on the bedstead, watching Yelu Yan bustling about, she said, "My lord, it’s inconvenient to maintain such comforts while on a military campaign. Wouldn’t the soldiers think you are unable to share in their hardships if you have hot water prepared?"

"It’s just a few buckets of hot water each day, nothing too much. Besides, as the ruler of a nation, I should do as I wish. Who dares to object?" Yelu Yan declared domineeringly.

He sounded like a tyrant.

But Li Xianyun knew that since Yelu Yan had ascended to the throne, he’d reformed and governed with clarity, strengthening the state day by day; he was far from a tyrant.

Yelu Yan tested the water temperature, and when it was just right, he drew the screen around to create a private space.

The main tent had everything on hand, clearly prepared for her comfort.

Li Xianyun got out of bed and walked to the bath, lowering her head to remove her clothes, but then, catching something out of the corner of her eye, she looked up and saw that Yelu Yan hadn’t left. Instead, his dark eyes were fixed on her.

Li Xianyun let out a startled cry and turned her back to him, "My lord, please leave."

Yelu Yan stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her soft body from behind, his large hands caressing her chest.

At the same time, he pressed his waist and abdomen against her round buttocks.

Crouching down, he rubbed against Li Xianyun and leaned in to gently kiss her nape, breathing warm air, "Xianxian, let me bathe with you."

As he spoke, Yelu Yan’s rough hand slid down the collar of Li Xianyun’s clothes, pinching and pulling at the fabric.

Li Xianyun could acutely feel his touch, her body breaking out in goosebumps under his unrestrained kneading.

Although she seemed to resist, her actions betrayed a sense of reluctant acceptance.

Yelu Yan tilted his head slightly, gently turning Li Xianyun’s face towards him, and captured her lips, entwining them passionately.

Li Xianyun moaned softly, placing her small hands on his through the fabric of her clothing, letting him have his way.

When Li Xianyun’s resistance had all but disappeared, Yelu Yan removed her clothes and, lifting her delicate body horizontally, gently set her down into the steaming hot water.

Peering through the misty vapor, Yelu Yan turned his gaze to Li Xianyun’s flushed face, his own face a mask of urgency and agitation as he swiftly tore off his own clothes and tossed them on the screen, then stepped into the bath.

As he submerged himself, Li Xianyun felt the water level rise substantially.

Her eyes flickering, she felt too shy to meet his gaze directly.