The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 201 You Still Have Some Conscience (Second Update)

Chapter 201: 201 You Still Have Some Conscience (Second Update)

Yelu Yan gently caressed Li Xianyun’s delicate and tender face with his fingertips, looking into her bright and captivating eyes, tenderly saying, "Just think of it as protecting yourself for your husband’s sake, okay? Do not let yourself fall into dangerous situations. If anything were to happen to you, your husband..."

He spoke with deep affection, pausing with a lump in his throat and abruptly stopping when his voice reached a sorrowful pitch.

Li Xianyun, hearing a hint of pleading in his voice, suddenly felt a complex mix of emotions, realizing she had tormented a man of resolute strength to such an extent.

"Alright, I promise you," she agreed.

Yelu Yan’s lips curved slightly upon hearing her words. He cradled Li Xianyun’s face, bent down, and planted kisses on her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips, tenderly embracing her.

His handsome face buried in the fragrant nape of her neck, he greedily inhaled her scent.

Yelu Yan sighed inwardly: Yelu Yan, oh Yelu Yan, so you too have fallen for the charms of tender affections.

But what does it matter? His heart relished and delighted in these feelings.

After a while.

"Gurgle~"

Yelu Yan straightened up but still held the woman in his arms. He looked down indulgently and smiled at her, "Hungry?"

Li Xianyun nodded with a smile, "I was afraid you were getting anxious waiting, so I hurried back quickly. And yet you say I don’t care about you. I really am wronged."

Yelu Yan pinched her plump cheek with his fingers, "At least you have a bit of conscience."

Li Xianyun pushed his hand away as if it were serious business, rubbing her soft cheek, and coquettishly complained, "Why do you always love to pinch my face like they do? What if it gets ruined?"

Yelu Yan raised his eyebrows, "Who are ’they’?"

Li Xianyun suddenly wanted to tease him, "I won’t tell you."

She placed her hands against Yelu Yan’s chest, trying to push him away, but he only held her tighter, refusing to let go.

"Finish what you’re saying, hmm?"

Li Xianyun looked at him with laughter in her eyes, "I’m talking about my close girlfriends. What else were you thinking?"

Yelu Yan wrapped his arms around Li Xianyun’s waist, lifted her horizontally and began to walk outward, "Your husband was just asking casually."

Li Xianyun reached up to touch his handsome chin.

There was a thin layer of stubble, ticklish and a bit prickly to the touch.

"Just asking casually? Your expression just now seemed quite concerned."

Yelu Yan’s gaze was intense as he looked at her with a smile.

"What’s the matter? Why are you looking at someone like that... umm..."

Yelu Yan suddenly kissed her lips fiercely, nipping at them before raising his head.

Li Xianyun lifted her hand, placing the back of her pale hand gently against her kissed lips, now moist and gleaming. Her fingers were delicate, and her eyes curved into crescents as she smiled, "What are you doing?"

"Can’t I kiss my own woman?"

Li Xianyun hummed with a smile, "Flirtatious Man."

Yelu Yan was amused by her tease, "I became a Flirtatious Man for kissing my own woman? Where’s the sense in that? Furthermore, if your husband were a Flirtatious Man, would you still be unharmed here? You’d have been devoured without a trace long ago."

The implication was clear, and Li Xianyun’s face blushed faintly, turning her gaze away from him.

Li Xianyun’s embarrassed demeanor was cute and tender.

Yelu Yan couldn’t resist planting a firm kiss on her cheek; had she not been hungry, he wouldn’t have let her off so easily.

Yelu Yan carried Li Xianyun out of the inner chamber.

Youlan and Zhuo Ma, seeing the couple so attached to each other, finally felt relieved.

Yelu Yan’s expression hadn’t looked good just before, and Youlan had been worried her master might be at a disadvantage. Now, it seemed her concerns were unnecessary.

Yelu Yan carried Li Xianyun straight to the dining hall, where numerous maids knelt and bowed courteously to them.

Li Xianyun’s face rested against Yelu Yan’s chest as she whispered, "My lord, so many people are watching, let me down."

"Kiss your husband once, and I will let you down."

Li Xianyun looked up at Yelu Yan with feigned reproach. He was clearly doing this on purpose.

She felt embarrassed just being held by him in public, how could she possibly be affectionate with him here?

This man truly never changed his mischievous ways, always enjoying teasing her.

Upon arriving at the dining hall, Yelu Yan placed Li Xianyun on a chair and sat down next to her. He didn’t forget to move his chair closer, their robes touching as if they were leaning against each other.

Li Xianyun hurriedly checked outside the door, "Sit further away, it wouldn’t be good if grandmother saw."

"Grandmother has already had her meal."

Yaduo, being of an older age, ate meals regularly and had to eat on time, otherwise her stomach would not take it well.

"Then have you eaten?" Li Xianyun picked up a spoon and scooped a mouthful of porridge, asking.

Yelu Yan offered Li Xianyun some vegetables, "Without you back, how could your husband have any appetite to eat?"

Li Xianyun gave him a big mouthful of beef with her chopsticks, watching him with a smile, "Then you should eat a bit more."

Yelu Yan looked at the little woman beside him, his smile bright and charming, with an air that almost flirtatiously spelled death but incurred no guilt.

He couldn’t help but lean in, tilting his head to kiss her.

Li Xianyun, terrified, quickly dodged backward, all the while pushing against his rock-hard chest with her small hand, "What... what are you trying to do?"

The serving maid Youlan and Zhuo Ma, along with the other maids by their side, were shocked, thrilled, and embarrassed all at once, wishing they could immediately burrow into a crack in the ground.

Li Xianyun cast a sideways glance at the man beside her, keeping her head down low and continued eating.

Yelu Yan watched her with a smile, speaking in a deep voice, "You all may leave."

The maids each felt a sense of relief, quickly curtsied, and hurried out.

Li Xianyun looked up at Yelu Yan, "You..."

But before she could finish her sentence, she was forcefully pulled onto someone’s lap, encircled by long iron arms.

Yelu Yan leaned in to kiss Li Xianyun.

But Li Xianyun covered her lips with both her small hands, "You can’t."

Yelu Yan kissed the palm of Li Xianyun’s hand.

Li Xianyun, feeling ticklish, withdrew her hand in that moment, only for that someone to plant a kiss on her cheek, "Eat quickly."

Li Xianyun nibbled on a cake, "Why?"

"There’s something to do later."

"What is it?"

Yelu Yan looked at her with a roguish smile, "What do you think?"

Seeing that mischievous smile, Li Xianyun suddenly realized, and her little face turned red.

After finishing the meal, the two of them rinsed their mouths and washed their hands.

Yelu Yan then couldn’t wait to carry Li Xianyun back to the inner room for a round of mischief.

...

Yelu Yan lay in bed, while Li Xianyun lay weakly on his solid chest, breathing heavily.

Her clothes—greatly disheveled, her little face flushed, her lips slightly swollen, and faint red marks on her swan neck that obviously came from rough affection.

Yelu Yan gently kneaded her soft and tender earlobe.

His fingertips were rough, sending shivers down her spine with each stroke, this man was doing it on purpose.

Seeing her "suffer," he was quite delighted and spirited.

"My Lord, what about that maid?"

Yelu Yan shifted slightly, raising his hand to hook her pretty little chin up, looking at her beautiful face and smilingly said, "You’re actually thinking about these things; it seems I still have to make more of an effort."

All he had was a burning desire for her, while her thoughts had already wandered elsewhere.

This gave him a sense of defeat.

Li Xianyun chuckled softly, "Flirtatious Man."

Hearing this, Yelu Yan rolled over to wrap Li Xianyun in his arms, lowering his head to gaze at her, "Try calling me a Flirtatious Man again?"

The scene of a moment ago flashed before her eyes; this man’s kisses were relentless, she had almost been smothered to death.

To spare herself some suffering, Li Xianyun smiled and said, "My Lord, you heard wrong, I didn’t say anything just now."

"Now you know to beg for mercy, but it’s too late."

Yelu Yan, speaking thus, seized Li Xianyun’s tender red lips, rolling and pressing them.

Li Xianyun’s small hands helplessly rested on his shoulder, unable to resist uttering a soft "Mmh."