The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 100 How much did you drink after all? (first update)

Chapter 100: 100 How much did you drink after all? (first update)

Yelu Yan was entranced, when suddenly the carriage wheel rolled over a stone and jostled sharply.

Li Xianyun’s head knocked against the carriage wall, causing her great pain.

She couldn’t help but slightly furrow her delicate brows, her lashes fluttering like brushes.

Seeing this, Yelu Yan rose and sat beside her.

Their garments brushed against each other.

Yelu Yan lifted his rough hand and gently turned her head to rest on his broad, sturdy shoulder.

He leaned his body close to Li Xianyun’s side, tilting, to make her rest more comfortably.

Finally, it was no longer so uncomfortable, and Li Xianyun relaxed her brows.

But resting like this was ultimately unstable. The carriage shook again, and Li Xianyun’s head was about to topple forward.

Yelu Yan, seeing this, quickly supported her head and wrapped his other arm around her slender, nice-looking shoulders.

He leaned back, letting Li Xianyun’s head rest against his chest, while his other arm remained wrapped over her shoulders.

Yelu Yan knew it was wrong to embrace her without Li Xianyun’s permission, but given the urgency of the situation, he had no choice.

After settling Li Xianyun, Yelu Yan turned to look out the window and said in a low, stern voice, "Drive the carriage more steadily. If you startle the princess again, go and accept your punishment!"

The driver, hearing this, quickly reined in the horses, slowing the pace.

The carriage traveled slowly through the night, flanked by guards on tall horses.

Zhuo Ma and Youlan were among them.

Li Xianyun leaned against Yelu Yan’s chest, and he tensed up, daring not to move an inch, for fear of waking the little girl in his arms.

His shoulders and arms were all numb.

After some time, the small figure in his arms mumbled a word.

Yelu Yan looked down at her pale face; her cheeks were flushed, a perfect harmony of snow white and peach pink, strikingly beautiful.

"What did you say?" Yelu Yan asked softly.

"Xiaobai," whispered Li Xianyun gently.

It seemed she was mistaking him for that little white cat again.

Li Xianyun stayed nestled in his arms, not looking up, but a fair little hand crawled up and rested on his solid chest.

Yelu Yan, looking down at her, said, "I am your husband, the Khan, not your Xiaobai."

Li Xianyun mumbled again, "Xiaobai."

Yelu Yan decided not to argue and said softly, "We still have some distance to go before reaching the Imperial Palace. Sleep."

But then, her small hand began to roam inappropriately, slowly caressing Yelu Yan’s chest—it was so hard.

Faced with her mischief, Yelu Yan’s breathing quickened unavoidably.

Just as he thought to stop her, he heard the little girl discontentedly say, "Xiaobai, you are so hard."

That’s what she had said last time she touched him.

But this time, her movements were bolder.

Li Xianyun grabbed his chest with her small hand.

Yelu Yan gasped for air, lifted his rough hand, and placed it on top of her soft, delicate one, saying, "You..."

Just then, Li Xianyun ceased her movement and raised her head discontentedly to nestle obediently in the crook of his arm.

She half-opened her eyes, with eyelashes curling beautifully and looking bewildered and pretty.

Her lips were tender red with a hint of shine, almost angry but not, altogether cute and childishly endearing.

Thinking she had woken up, Yelu Yan was about to explain why he held her.

But Li Xianyun parted her rosy lips and sighed softly, "Xiaobai, you have changed. You won’t let me hug or touch you. Have you been flirting with other cats and fallen for someone else, not loving sister anymore?"

What on earth was she talking about?

Yelu Yan gazed at her delicate little face.

It was then that he noticed her face was excessively red, and he furrowed his brows, asking, "How much did you drink in the end?"

Li Xianyun first flashed a smile and extended one finger, then stretched out four more fingers, laughing as she said, "Five drinks, I secretly drank them without getting caught."

A look of smug satisfaction painted her face.

Yelu Yan let out a soft sigh and said, "You really have grown up, you little rascal."

Li Xianyun cooed softly, lifting her soft, supple arms to wrap around Yelu Yan’s neck, and leaned her entire body against him.

The immediate difference between a man’s and a woman’s body became apparent.

Yelu Yan felt his heartbeat slow down for half a beat, then it began to thump violently.

"A kiss."

Li Xianyun looked at Yelu Yan with half-closed eyes, her long eyelashes making her eyes shimmer even more enchantingly.

Yelu Yan’s mouth went dry, and he managed to rasp out, "You... what did you say?"

Li Xianyun suddenly looked unhappy, pouting her rosy lips and whining, "Xiaobai, you really have moved on to someone else, haven’t you? You don’t love your sister anymore, do you?"

Yelu Yan was flustered by her question and didn’t know how to reply.

Unwilling to let it go, Li Xianyun made a scene, clamoring, "No, I want a kiss, I want a kiss!"

Her voice was somewhat loud, and Jinwu, who was standing by the carriage, heard everything clearly, almost falling off his horse.

Did his ears deceive him?

Was this the same dignified and proper princess known for her decorum and good manners?

Soon, an even more shocking voice reached him.

"Alright, alright, a kiss, a kiss."

That was the voice of his Khan!!!

Oh heavens! Oh heavens!!

The voice was gentle and indulging, agreeing to every request. Was this the same unemotional, restrained Khan he knew?

Was this a secret meant for his ears?

No.

So Jinwu consciously spurred his horse forward, moving to the front of the carriage.

His gaze met that of the coachman.

The coachman’s expression was no better.

Jinwu raised his hand to his mouth in a gesture for silence, then drew a finger across his throat.

The coachman nodded gravely, looking as if he’d rather be dead.

In the darkness of the night, two men formed an unbreakable tacit agreement.

In the warm glow of the carriage, Li Xianyun’s slender, delicate arms hung around Yelu Yan’s neck, begging playfully, "I want a kiss."

Yelu Yan placed his large hand on her beautiful back, cooing reassuringly, "Alright, alright."

She was like a charming little demon, bewitching and tempting him.

She made Yelu Yan willing to do anything for her, even to die for her.

All of Yelu Yan’s restraint and abstinence, all his asceticism, collapsed in that moment like a falling edifice, like a levee bursting its banks, vanishing into nothing.

Li Xianyun, with her arms around his neck, slowly drew closer, her gaze unabashedly falling on his handsome lips.

Utterly alluring.

Yelu Yan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as if he’d made up his mind.

She was the one asking for a kiss; he wasn’t being presumptuous...

Yelu Yan slowly moved closer to those tempting red lips, and just as their lips were less than half an inch apart, a warm, fragrant little hand suddenly covered his handsome lips.

Yelu Yan looked at Li Xianyun in surprise and with a sense of loss.

Even though he didn’t want to admit the loss in his heart, it was undeniably there.

So intense, Yelu Yan couldn’t ignore it.

Li Xianyun, with a mischievous smile tugging at her lips, teased, "Xiaobai, you didn’t want to kiss me just now, and it made me angry. Now that you want to kiss me, I won’t let you. I’m not someone you can just kiss whenever you fancy."