The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 168 Xiaobai, hug (first update)

Chapter 168: 168 Xiaobai, hug (first update)

Yelu Yan gazed at Li Xianyun’s delicate face, "Rest early, I will go take a bath."

"Okay."

Li Xianyun, with her waterfall-like long hair, walked toward the bed but noticed that all her paintings and calligraphy had been hung up on the wall, and she couldn’t help but go over to check them.

"Khan, did you order someone to hang them?"

Yelu Yan paused with the clothes in his hand, the corners of his mouth curling upward, "Such beautiful artworks, wouldn’t it be a pity to keep them in the scroll tubes?"

In fact, he had not had someone else do it, but had climbed up and down himself to hang them.

"You understand paintings?"

Li Xianyun immediately regretted asking. Looking down on someone like that, Yelu Yan would surely get angry, right?

Yelu Yan finished with his clothes, turned around with a smile, and looked at her, "Although I am a bit of a brute and don’t understand calligraphy and paintings, I still know a good painting when I see one."

Li Xianyun gave a tentative smile; he actually wasn’t angry, "You are not a brute at all. I only said what I did because I thought you would be too busy with official duties to study calligraphy and paintings."

Although he was tall, imposing, and sparing with his words, he was gentle and considerate toward her—how could he be a brute?

She made her way to the bed, sat down at the edge, took off her shoes, and revealed a pair of white, clean feet. She looked up to see Yelu Yan turn his gaze away from her and stride outside.

Li Xianyun climbed into the bed, laid flat against the wooden railing of the bed, and left plenty of space between herself and Yelu Yan.

Her hands were folded on her abdomen as she stared straight up at the pale lotus-colored bed canopy.

Yelu Yan hadn’t come back yet, but she was already unbearably sleepy.

Li Xianyun decided to close her eyes for a while. Soon after, she opened her eyelids, and Yelu Yan still had not returned.

After opening and closing her eyes several times without seeing him, Li Xianyun was so sleepy she could no longer keep her eyelids open and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Actually, Yelu Yan had not been gone long, it was just that Li Xianyun was somewhat tired that day and fell asleep faster than usual.

Yelu Yan entered the inner chamber wearing a thin garment, his eyes fixing on the bed.

The mosquito net had been let down; a very small figure was nestled on the bed.

Seeing no movement on the bed, Yelu Yan walked over.

Through the pale lotus-colored mosquito net, he could see Li Xianyun with her eyes closed, breathing evenly, sleeping soundly.

How carefree was this girl, to still be able to sleep so peacefully in such a situation?

He took off his shoes and lay down on the bed.

Yelu Yan turned his head to look at the little girl beside him. She was a bit far away, lying on her side facing him, her small hand rested in one place, looking ridiculously cute.

Yelu Yan’s heart felt more at peace than it ever had before.

Gazing at her, sinful thoughts flared up like fire, uncontrollable: he wanted to hold her in his arms and kiss her fiercely.

In truth, he followed his heart and moved closer and closer to Li Xianyun’s side.

Once he was close enough, Yelu Yan propped himself up from the bed, leaned in, his desirous lips almost touching her delicate skin, but in the end, he stopped.

He grew frustrated. Yelu Yan, oh Yelu Yan, you’ve already tricked her into living with you, aren’t you still not content?

His rationality finally returned, slowly straightening up, he lay back down heavily on the bed, his arms crossed behind his head as a pillow, his deep tiger eyes shining brightly, his breathing slightly disordered due to his agitated heart.

Just then, Li Xianyun snuggled closer, her head nestled in the crook of his neck, rubbing, and her slender soft arms encircled his chest, as solid as stone.

"You..."

Yelu Yan was so excited he couldn’t form words, his heart pounding like a ceaseless drum.

"Xiaobai, hug."

The woman’s soft voice came through, stirring the man’s heart that was already a tangled mess.

Yelu Yan looked up, moving his arms from behind his head, and embraced the delicate and exquisite her in his arms.

It was her initiative; he couldn’t be blamed.

He was like a predator on the hunt, and she, harmless as a little white rabbit, had no idea she had already fallen into the clutches of the beast.

The beast in his heart roared fiercely as if she had but to beckon, and the beast would eagerly come over, bowing its head in submission.

Then, the little white rabbit began to beckon.

Li Xianyun tilted her head back, still with her eyes closed, her long eyelashes making her skin appear even more white and delicate.

"Kiss me," he whispered.

Yelu Yan only felt his mind thundering, the clamoring within his heart had made him lose control.

Barely holding on to a sliver of rationality, he was on the verge of collapsing, ready to crumble at any moment.

"...Do you really want to kiss?"

The words, warmed by his breath, seemed to be directed at the woman in his arms, but more so, they were a question to himself.

"Let sister kiss you."

Yelu Yan, like an arrow released from its bowstring, completely lost his grip, slowly lowering his head and gently pecking at her tender red lips.

Li Xianyun’s lush, long lashes trembled slightly, emitting a contented sigh.

Yelu Yan’s heart constricted, and a wave of hot blood surged up within him.

He closed his eyes, focusing entirely on kissing her.

The force in his hands gradually lost measure, hugging her even tighter.

Li Xianyun couldn’t help but let out a soft "Mm" in response.

Yelu Yan cradled her small head, rolled over to envelop her beneath him, intentionally avoiding crushing her.

And it was in this moment that Li Xianyun’s slender arms came to wrap around him.

She initiated a few light pecks, like the few small drops before a violent storm, invoking a much more ferocious baptism in return.

...

A sudden clap of thunder boomed outside, startling Li Xianyun into moving her lips away and burrowing straight into Yelu Yan’s embrace.

Yelu Yan held her, "Don’t be afraid, your husband is right here."

Li Xianyun was still a bit frightened, hugging him even tighter, her head buried in his neck, nuzzling him like a little kitten.

It was then that Yelu Yan realized that, at some point, Li Xianyun’s shoulders had become exposed.

Amidst the flashing lightning and thunder, along with the rhythmic sound of the rain, Yelu Yan finally found himself again, his tumultuous heart slowly calming down as reason began to warm and return.

Yelu Yan held her in his arms, eyes wide open, finding himself unable to fall asleep anymore.

...

The next morning, Li Xianyun felt something hard in her grasp and unconsciously tightened her grip, slowly gathering her thoughts.

She had stayed with Yelu Yan last night, so what was she holding in her hand?

Li Xianyun slowly opened her eyes and saw that her small hand was on Yelu Yan’s chest.

Her heart instantly began to pound wildly, as if calm waters had been disrupted by towering waves.

Li Xianyun looked down and saw that her legs were naturally curled up and resting on Yelu Yan, her body hugging him tightly in an embrace.

It was over, her flirtatious nature had gotten the better of her once again.

Li Xianyun hurriedly removed her legs and also lifted her hand, slowly sitting up.

Not only had she embraced him last night, she had also used him as a pillow, and just now, held him so tightly...

Li Xianyun had stubbornly stayed awake the entire night, fearing her innate nature might take over; she didn’t expect that in the end, Yelu Yan would still be taken advantage of by her.

Yelu Yan was a light sleeper and had gone to bed late last night, so he hadn’t slept deeply.

As soon as Li Xianyun left his embrace, he woke up and raised his eyes to look at the lovely figure with her back to him.

Her waterfall-like lush, dark hair spread across her back, making her appear even more delicate and pitiable.

Li Xianyun lowered her head to straighten her collar, preparing to get up.

"Awake?"

The man’s pleasant voice was tinged with a touch of laziness and satisfaction.

Li Xianyun’s body stiffened, but she did not turn around.

It seemed she had already discovered that he had kissed her.

Yelu Yan had never thought of shirking responsibility. What one does, one should own up to, and moreover, he was eager to take responsibility.