The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 202 Let’s sleep in separate rooms (first update)

Chapter 202: 202 Let’s sleep in separate rooms (first update)

Yelu Yan kissed Li Xianyun’s lips, little face, and swan-like neck, finally stopping at her chest.

Li Xianyun tightened her small hands in response to his unrestrained actions, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, and her red lips parted with a hiss.

Yelu Yan stopped, looking up at her.

Her little face was slightly flushed, and she gently bit her lip, giving him a quick glance before turning her head away, not daring to look directly at him.

Seeing this, Yelu Yan felt his heart melting.

He was definitely a bad man. Why did the sight of her looking bullied and forlorn make his heart bloom like a glorious flower?

He propped himself up and moved closer, tilting his head to gently peck at her lips, whispering against them.

"With you looking so shy and timid, my dear, I want to tease you even more. What should I do?"

Li Xianyun looked at him resentfully, letting him peck at her lightly, her breath sweet and her voice soft and syrupy, "You’re bad."

Yelu Yan pressed against her reddened lips, chuckling softly, "You’re only realizing this now? It’s too late."

"You... uh..."

After that, Yelu Yan didn’t give her the opportunity to speak; she didn’t even have the chance or leisure to think about anything else.

...

After a while, Yelu Yan stopped, lifting her onto his strong and massive body, picking up her legs and pressing her down against him, encompassing her entirely.

Yelu Yan held her slender waist and her slender and lovely back tightly.

His body was burning hot, and his breath was scorching, setting the air ablaze; his chest heaved violently.

Seeing him in discomfort, Li Xianyun buried her little face in the nape of his neck, which was warm and rough with fine sweat.

"My lord, shall we sleep in separate rooms then?"

Yelu Yan’s body stiffened. Could it be that he was too abrupt with her every day and made her unhappy, and now the little girl wanted to run away?

Yelu Yan kissed the soft and tender skin behind her ear, then looked at her intently and asked, "Why?"

His voice was hoarse and strained, almost unrecognizable as his own.

Li Xianyun hesitated for a moment before saying in a soft, low voice, "It’s too uncomfortable for you to hold back like this."

Sometimes, seeing him so agitated that his face and neck turned red made her feel tender-hearted.

Li Xianyun was conflicted about whether to just let things happen with him...

After all, she had recognized Yelu Yan as the man of her life. Aside from that one thing, they had done everything they were and weren’t supposed to do.

But she still couldn’t overcome the fear in her heart. She wasn’t ready yet, and every time it came to the last moment, she would be trembling with fear.

Yelu Yan then kissed her, whispering soothing words in her ear, giving her enough space, and showing her utmost care and protection.

A drop of sweat rolled down Yelu Yan’s forehead, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, "You understand even this?"

Li Xianyun locked eyes with his tiger-like pupils, bit her lip slightly, and said, "Don’t forget what I do."

She was a physician; she understood these things.

Yelu Yan cradled Li Xianyun’s beautiful little face, planting a deep kiss on her fragrant lips, "Don’t even think about sleeping in separate rooms from me. Being with you at least allows me to quench my thirst by looking at you, and besides, I’m not just looking."

Li Xianyun pursed her lips. This bad man was starting to flirt again, speaking nonsense.

Yelu Yan’s tiger eyes were pitch-black and deep, as if he could devour someone with his gaze.

Those eyes were too intense and scorching, and Li Xianyun had no choice but to bury her little face in his neck, "You’re just a bad man."

"Mm."

The spacious and cozy room was filled with quiet and bliss.

The two of them simply held each other, saying nothing, each feeling an indescribable sense of joy and contentment.

After a while, Li Xianyun spoke softly, "My lord, I want to get down from you."

"Are you uncomfortable?"

"Mm. Lying like this, my arms are a bit sore."

Yelu Yan finally reacted, lowered Li Xianyun, and embraced her in his arms, turning to gaze at her intently and gently brushed aside the strands of hair on her forehead with his free hand.

"Speak up earlier next time, I don’t want to see you in distress, I don’t want to see you force yourself."

"Hmm."

Li Xianyun raised her fair little hands and grasped Yelu Yan’s rough, large hand, which was arranging her hair, and began to play with it.

His fingers were long and attractive, without an ounce of excess flesh, his palms and fingertips were covered with a layer of thin calluses, the hand of one accustomed to wielding weapons.

Li Xianyun, with her scallion-like fingers, played with his fingers one by one and gently stroked the calluses on his hands.

Like a tiny newly born kitten lying down and playing with a ball of yarn.

Every movement and expression was so adorable.

Yelu Yan watched her foolishly, thinking, how could there be such an adorable little woman in this world.

His chest swelled with love, and he wanted to lay all the precious and fine things in the world tenderly before her.

Li Xianyun seemed to remember something and suddenly looked up at Yelu Yan, falling into a pair of deep, pitch-black eyes brimming with a smile.

Those eyes held such adoration, seeming to swallow someone whole, to melt them.

Li Xianyun’s little face suddenly turned red, even the tips of her ears were tinged with a delicate blush.

Truly, such a person should belong in heaven, for how seldom they are seen in this world.

Yelu Yan leaned in and gently kissed her smooth cheek, the corners of his mouth upturned in a smile, "Are you wanting to ask about that maid’s matter?"

Li Xianyun nodded, leaning on his arm, lying on her side, facing him.

Yelu Yan gazed at her exquisite little face, "Thanks to your threats with the poison, the maid spilled everything she knew. The crimes of the Grand Imperial Consort are too numerous to record."

Upon hearing this, Li Xianyun lightly laughed, looking at his Adam’s apple, "I told you, that woman is not simple. Having stayed so many years in the Liuwang Residence, she must know a lot."

That’s why she had decided to send the person to the palace for interrogation.

Yelu Yan gently lifted Li Xianyun’s chin with his hand, asking her to look at him, and seriously told her, "However, I must apologize for making you endure this time. I cannot kill the Grand Imperial Consort just yet, but I promise you, when the time comes, I will surely kill her. Even if it’s not yet time to kill her, I will not let her off easily, I will surely make her live a life worse than death."

He wanted the whole world to know, anyone who dares to hurt Yelu Yan’s woman only has one path—death.

A fierce killing intent crossed Yelu Yan’s stern face.

Seeing this, Li Xianyun’s eyes twinkled, her voice soft and tender, "Husband, you have cast her into the Cold Palace and executed everyone by her side. For me, this has already avenged my grievances; you have done enough, no need to do anything more."

Yelu Yan gently kissed her forehead, his tiger-like eyes sharp and cold.

One day, he would ensure Guli had no place to be buried.

People always said that Yelu Yan and Yelu Qi were blood brothers, born of the same mother, but their relationship seemed more like enemies.

And Guli, the more one observed, the less she seemed like Yelu Yan’s birth mother. What was their actual relationship?

Li Xianyun had many questions in her heart. She wanted to ask for clarity but feared that asking inappropriate questions might uncover Yelu Yan’s wounds and make him sad.

Forget it; she would wait until Yelu Yan wanted to tell her.

Yelu Yan picked up her left wrist, where there were some red marks from wearing the sleeve arrows.

He gently touched it, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn’t hurt; I’m used to it."

Upon hearing this, Yelu Yan’s brow twitched slightly, and he wrapped Li Xianyun in his arms.

Seriousness was etched upon his sharply contoured, handsome face—the woman in his arms made his heart ache.

Li Xianyun carried defensive poison and sleeve arrows wherever she went.

When she lived alone in the side palace, even while sleeping at night, she would not remove the sleeve arrows.

It was only after moving to the main hall that he had insisted Li Xianyun take them off.

All of these showed just how difficult Li Xianyun’s previous life had been, how could it not hurt his heart?

"What’s wrong?" Li Xianyun snuggled into Yelu Yan’s broad and warm embrace and asked.

"It’s nothing; I just wanted to hold you."