The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 151 Why are you avoiding this Khan? (Second update)

Chapter 151: 151 Why are you avoiding this Khan? (Second update)

Yelu Yan placed Li Xianyun on the bed with the intention of getting up, but was grasped around the neck by her.

His balance wavered, and he nearly fell forward, almost pressing down upon Li Xianyun’s weak and delicate body, but fortunately, he supported himself with his two large and rough hands.

Yelu Yan braced his upper body just above Li Xianyun, enveloping her soft and exquisite form within his arms.

The position was incredibly suggestive.

Youlan and Zhuo Ma, who were about to lower the mosquito net, were taken aback by the sight. Was this something they should see?

Once they came to their senses, they quickly fled in disarray.

And they did not forget to close the door from the outside.

Yelu Yan looked down, his gaze fixed on Li Xianyun’s tender little face so close to him, his Adam’s apple involuntarily bobbed, and he gently asked, "Xianxian, do you know who I, Khan, am?"

His voice was slightly hoarse.

"Kiss kiss," Li Xianyun, failing to land a kiss, said in irritation, "Xiaobai, do you not love your sister anymore?"

Yelu Yan’s deep tiger-like eyes flickered.

Again, that accursed little white cat.

Li Xianyun kissed him every time only because of that white cat, and Yelu Yan didn’t know whether to thank it or to hate it.

Yelu Yan parted his thin lips and asked:

"Xianxian, if you knew that I, Khan, am not Xiaobai, but your husband, would you still kiss me?"

When Yelu Yan asked this, he had to admit that an inexplicable obsession was driving him.

Li Xianyun seemed to understand and murmured, "No... hmm..."

Before she could finish saying "not kissing," someone fiercely kissed her.

Yelu Yan never thought he’d one day be jealous of and competing with a cat.

Li Xianyun couldn’t help but let out a light "hmm" due to his kiss.

While kissing her, Yelu Yan’s hand gently threaded through her pitch-black hair and held the back of her head, placing her firmly on the bed.

In the process, his lips moved over her tender red lips without any intention of pulling away.

Li Xianyun, when asleep, was very well-behaved and wouldn’t refuse him; he could easily... draw... from her.

...

After a while, that pair of pale white hands fell from Yelu Yan’s neck and laid quietly on the red pillow embroidered with blue flowers and gold thread.

It made her small hands look even more delicate, with soft and tender joints that made one itch to pinch them.

Yelu Yan had intended to keep it light, but once he’d tasted, he lost control, and so did the intensity of his actions.

Li Xianyun, her sleep disturbed, unconsciously furrowed her brows, letting out a faint... mmm...

She raised her pale white hand, pushing against his handsome cheek and softly said, "Don’t..."

Seeing Li Xianyun’s strong reaction, Yelu Yan thought she had awakened, so he lifted his head and saw that her eyes were still tightly shut, her lips unnaturally reddened.

She was sleeping very sweetly, like a child.

Yelu Yan couldn’t help but chuckle softly, but he wished Li Xianyun would wake up so that he could explain everything and not have to wait until the next morning.

Li Xianyun, feeling no more oppression, no one disturbing her, casually dropped her hand.

Her breathing gradually evened out, and she fell back into a deep sleep.

Yelu Yan watched her calm sleeping face, the red pillow and sheets accentuating her skin’s whiteness, surpassing snow, soft and enchanting.

As he watched, he deviated from his original intent, unable to resist leaning down to continue his prior kissing, but just as his lips were about to touch her tender red lips, he abruptly stopped.

How was his behavior any different from that of a Flirtatious Man?

Taking advantage of someone in a vulnerable state was not the act of a gentleman.

Yelu Yan treasured Li Xianyun dearly and did not wish for her to suffer the slightest grievance or heartache.

So he was willing to wait, wait until she was willing to let him kiss her.

Nevertheless, Yelu Yan ultimately could not resist and gently planted a kiss on her forehead.

Li Xianyun murmured, "Xiaobai, your kisses make your sister so comfortable."

Yelu Yan couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle upon hearing her words.

He thought to himself, if she knew what she was saying, she would surely be blushing beet red.

Yelu Yan looked at Li Xianyun with great patience and said, "I am not Xiaobai, I am your husband."

His obsession had come back to haunt him again.

"Xiaobai..." Li Xianyun murmured.

If possible, Yelu Yan wished he would never see that little white cat again.

Yelu Yan didn’t stay long in the inner chamber, afraid that he would be unable to control himself.

All this time he had been restrained and composed, never losing control, but recently he had frequently lost his grip.

...

Li Xianyun knew she couldn’t avoid the topic of last night, so she bit her red and slightly swollen lips and looked up at Yelu Yan’s deep and pressing tiger-like eyes, saying,

"Khan, I did not mean to be so bold with you last night."

Every time she was bold with him, she would say this, and as she kept repeating it, she started to doubt her own words.

Li Xianyun had to assert very confidently, "This time I am telling the truth, I did not intend to kiss you last night, you must believe me."

Yelu Yan looked at her and smiled, "Do you think I’m someone who is easily swayed? If I did not want it, would I let you kiss me?"

Li Xianyun didn’t expect him to respond this way.

This answer was so unexpected that Li Xianyun involuntarily took a step back.

Yelu Yan then took a step forward, and Li Xianyun took another step back.

She was already close to the wall, and after retreating two steps, her small frame was pressed against the smooth surface.

Yelu Yan moved forward half a step more, pinning her in the corner.

Li Xianyun hurriedly glanced at him, avoiding eye contact.

Yelu Yan bent his head and gazed at the petite woman in front of him without blinking, asking, "Why are you avoiding me?"

Li Xianyun thought she had covered her tracks flawlessly, he shouldn’t have known, but it turned out his mind was clear as a mirror.

"I’m not." Li Xianyun explained, "Last night I just..."

She suddenly stopped talking.

Yelu Yan hadn’t brought up last night, and by mentioning it herself, wasn’t it like hiding something but revealing it, confessing without being pressured?

Li Xianyun looked up and sure enough she saw Yelu Yan wearing a smile, leisurely watching her as if saying: I want to see how you’ll make up the story.

Yelu Yan laughed quietly, "Can’t continue with your story, can you?"

Li Xianyun gently bit her lower lip and placed her hands behind her, against the wall.

Yelu Yan placed one hand beside Li Xianyun’s head against the wall, patiently leaning in to meet her gaze, wrapping her in the confined space.

Yelu Yan looked into Li Xianyun’s eyes, which were lively like autumn waters, and asked again.

"Why are you avoiding me? Hmm?"

The thing that Li Xianyun found hardest to resist was Yelu Yan’s tender approach, especially the soft "hmm" at the end, so gentle and indulgent; surely, there weren’t many women who could stand it.

Why had she not noticed before how Yelu Yan could stir hearts?

Li Xianyun sighed softly, and could only honestly say, "They all say you might have taken a liking to me, that’s why I..."

"Remove ’might’," Yelu Yan looked at her intently, saying very seriously, "Haven’t I made it clear enough?"

Li Xianyun looked at Yelu Yan in surprise, her lips parting slightly, "But didn’t you say you wouldn’t give me your affection?"

Yelu Yan raised his rough hand to his forehead, thinking to himself how many foolish things he had said.

No wonder the clearer he made his feelings, the more this young girl consciously kept a substantial distance from him.

So the crux of the problem lay there.

Yelu Yan dropped his hand and continued to bend down and gaze at her beautiful starry eyes, saying, "The Han people often say that one should marry and start a career, and obviously the two are not contradictory."

So was he saying he couldn’t give her affection because he needed to achieve merit and establish a career?