The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 179 Yelu Yan is also a cannibal (second update)

Chapter 179: 179 Yelu Yan is also a cannibal (second update)

Li Xianyun, as if possessed by some phantom force, did not dodge, the depths of Yelu Yan’s stare seemed to posses a magic power, seducing her, drawing her in...

In a moment of distraction, the warm and soft lips of Yelu Yan pressed against hers.

Li Xianyun’s breath caught, her body tensing, all her senses focused on the touch of their lips.

She had kissed Yelu Yan not just once or twice, but those kisses mainly happened in her drowsy, muddled states and left little impression.

But this time she was exceptionally clear-headed, clear-headed enough to feel every motion of Yelu Yan’s lips.

So this was what kissing was like, it made her heart race, while also wrapping her in an unfamiliar tightness she’d never felt before.

Yelu Yan kissed her gently and, seeing her wide-eyed and at a loss, lifted his head to gaze at her.

A low table separated the two.

Yelu Yan, finding the table too bothersome, moved it aside, and with a long stretch of his arm, he lifted Li Xianyun onto his lap and into his embrace.

Li Xianyun, her heart racing and still in shock, realized this man was incredibly strong; lifting her was like picking up a little chick.

Yelu Yan glanced over at her.

Li Xianyun kept her head down, deliberately avoiding his gaze.

Yelu Yan watched her with indulgence, gently lifting her smooth, nice-looking chin with his hand.

Li Xianyun’s eyes flickered, finally settling on his deep tiger-like eyes.

Yelu Yan smiled, "Close your eyes, be good."

His voice was gentle, pleasant, and utterly bewitching.

Li Xianyun obediently closed her eyes, her thick lashes trembling slightly from nerves.

Since they’d kissed more than once, another kiss wouldn’t be the end of the world, especially since being kissed by Yelu Yan felt rather nice.

In the end, she couldn’t escape the fate of a flirty woman.

Yelu Yan buried his head to press his lips against hers, closed his eyes, and nibbled her bit by bit, taking her soft lips in his mouth.

"Mmm..."

Li Xianyun couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, the tender sound striking at someone’s heart, encouraging even more brazen behavior.

Yelu Yan’s hand slowly slid up, firmly cradling Li Xianyun’s head, making their kiss even more snug and wanton.

Their kissing intensified, swirling like a hurricane sweeping over everything.

He was so domineering and passionate, leaving her no time to think or catch her breath.

Normally, Yelu Yan was so gentle and proper, yet his kissing revealed another side of him: forceful and dominant, inescapable and undeniable.

Li Xianyun held an unfinished snack in one small hand, while the other helplessly clutched his garment.

As the passion of their kiss intensified, her hand gripped tighter, her knuckles growing pale.

Suddenly, a warm softness overcame her and Li Xianyun let out a light "Mmm," turning her head away.

But Yelu Yan was holding her head firmly, making it impossible for her to turn away.

Her eyelashes fluttered violently.

"Mmm..."

Yelu Yan finally sensed her discomfort, and after savoring her lips one last time, he lifted his head slightly, gazing into her watery eyes.

He breathed unevenly, panting, "What’s wrong?"

His voice was husky.

Li Xianyun looked up at the incomparably handsome man before her, his eyes slightly red, conveying an indescribable desire, "I was eating a pastry, I haven’t rinsed my mouth yet."

No wonder she was clamping her mouth shut so tightly.

"What does that matter?"

Yelu Yan said, and kissed her again, opening his lips.

Li Xianyun pushed against him but was still forcefully kissed, her words slightly unclear, "Don’t."

But Yelu Yan had finally kissed her while she was awake, and wasn’t about to miss out, continuing relentlessly.

Li Xianyun had no choice but to turn her head away.

Yelu Yan kissed her fair little face.

This kiss, after all, could not continue.

Yelu Yan’s entire face was pressed against her small face, his scorching breath burning her.

Li Xianyun’s chest rose and fell, like a frightened little rabbit nestled in the embrace of a beast, daring not to move for fear of being devoured.

Who says that only beasts devour people, Yelu Yan could devour people too.

Yelu Yan’s forehead rested on her temple, gazing at her affectionately, "Xianxian, this Khan likes you."

Because he was so close, Li Xianyun could feel Yelu Yan’s fluttering eyelashes tickling her.

Li Xianyun couldn’t help but tilt her neck towards Yelu Yan, coming even closer, "This consort knows."

He had said before that he liked her, on that bright and sunny morning.

Yelu Yan gently rubbed her small head, "No, you don’t know, you don’t know how much this Khan likes you."

He liked her enough to leave everything behind, liked her enough to be willing to do anything for her.

Yelu Yan slightly lifted his head to look at her, "Do you like this Khan?"

He watched her without blinking, not wanting to miss any subtle expression.

Every subtle expression could send ripples through his heart.

Li Xianyun pursed her moist lips; she probably did like Yelu Yan, otherwise, she wouldn’t have accepted his intimacy.

But that kind of liking had not yet reached the point where she could put it into words.

She didn’t want to lie to him, didn’t want to give him hope only to then let him down.

Seeing Li Xianyun hesitating, undecided, and not answering for a long time, Yelu Yan understood, and he kept his forehead resting against her small head.

"This Khan knows you don’t like him yet, it’s okay, this Khan will make you fall for him."

Although Li Xianyun now allowed him to kiss and hold her, Yelu Yan was acutely aware of the long journey ahead to make her fall in love with him.

It was a difficult and long journey, yet he looked forward to it with eagerness.

"Khan, this consort has always had a question she wanted to ask you?"

Yelu Yan lifted his head, holding one of her small hands in his and gently kneading it, "What question?"

As he spoke, his large hand kept moving, still kneading Li Xianyun’s small hand.

Her small hand was fair and soft, delicate and supple, very comforting to the touch.

Li Xianyun looked up at him, "Has Your Majesty been secretly protecting this consort since she left the palace?"

Today, when Ji Chuchu stopped her, Li Xianyun saw a man at the alley entrance watching them nervously.

She thought she might have seen him somewhere before, he didn’t seem like a bad person.

Yelu Yan’s actions paused as he stared at her, thinking she was angry, and said cautiously, "This Khan has many enemies and feared for your safety upon leaving the palace, so he had people protect you in secret, you shouldn’t..."

You shouldn’t be angry.

But before he could finish, the little person in his arms interrupted him, "Thank you."

Yelu Yan was taken aback for a moment, then his eyebrows relaxed, and a smile curved on his lips, "You’re not angry?"

Li Xianyun took a bite of the pastry, her dimples subtly showing, "You’re so concerned about this consort’s safety, this consort is too grateful to be angry, how could she be?"

Yelu Yan couldn’t help but lean over to kiss her soft cheek.

She had a bit of baby fat, her little face plump, making it comfortable to kiss, just like the skin of a child, always enticing someone to want to squeeze and smother with kisses enthusiastically.

With the intimacy they’d just shared, Yelu Yan finally felt unrestrained in his affection for her.

Li Xianyun swallowed the pastry in her mouth and looked at Yelu Yan, "Khan, will deploying men to secretly protect this consort cause trouble for you?"

"It won’t be a trouble."

Yelu Yan said as he gently lifted his hand to organize the hair on her forehead, "Actually, this Khan has always felt that he owes you."

Li Xianyun’s delicate eyebrows furrowed, looking at him perplexed, "Why would you say that?"

"As this Khan’s woman, with this Khan’s official duties being so busy, I can’t be with you all the time, and with so many enemies, you have to be careful at every turn, unable to live freely."