The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 215 Like Treating a Little Kid (Second Update)

Chapter 215: 215 Like Treating a Little Kid (Second Update)

Yelu Yan nodded his head.

Li Xianyun smiled softly and playfully, "My husband, you’re thinking too much. In your position, it is a matter of life and death. One has to be more sinister and adept in political strategy than the enemies to not be schemed against in the unpredictable world of court politics."

Yelu Yan let out a relieved breath and smiled, "It’s good that you understand. Then why didn’t you speak just now?"

"Moved," Li Xianyun turned her head and looked at him mischievously.

"Moved?"

"Mhm," Li Xianyun’s eyes curved with laughter, "You sharing something so private with me shows that you see me as your woman, not an outsider. How could I not be moved?"

A gentle breeze brushed past, stirring the hair by her ears, casting a charming glow on her beautiful petite face in the lamplight.

She was so gentle, virtuous, and understanding; which man wouldn’t be moved by such a woman?

Yelu Yan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his heartbeat quickened, and a certain thought clamored at the bottom of his heart.

He bent down, scooped Li Xianyun into his arms, and strode forward.

Li Xianyun, stunned by his sudden action, couldn’t help but cry out in alarm, "Husband, what are you doing?"

Yelu Yan continued with long strides, glancing down at her with a knowing smirk, "It’s too bright here, let’s stay somewhere dark for a while."

Li Xianyun frowned slightly, "Why should..."

She suddenly stopped talking, as Yelu Yan’s intentions were more than clear.

This bad man.

Yelu Yan carried Li Xianyun to the side of a rockery, where there was a tall parasol tree, casting large, overlapping dappled shadows, dark and secluded, suitable for things one does away from prying eyes.

Zhuo Ma, Youlan, and others following from afar saw Yelu Yan carrying Li Xianyun into a shadowy nook, abruptly stopping and turning away with stiff movements.

Jinwu, standing next to Youlan, took the opportunity of turning around to study her small face carefully, memorizing it in his heart as a recollection to savor when idle.

As soon as Yelu Yan brought Li Xianyun into the dark, he set her down and with an iron grip encircled her delicate slender waist, pulling her into his embrace.

The two pressed tightly against each other, and the difference in their physiques as male and female was immediately apparent.

Li Xianyun knew what awaited her; she stared at his attractive Adam’s apple, not daring to meet his gaze, but he was insistent.

Yelu Yan lifted her chin, compelling her to look at him.

Her eyes, brimming with water, conveyed shyness and timidity, yet they deeply enticed him, stirring a desire to misbehave, to tease her thoroughly.

Yelu Yan watched her intently, inching closer, nuzzling her patiently, playing with her.

Such a side of Yelu Yan made Li Xianyun somewhat overwhelmed; after all, whenever he wished, he could always kiss her breathless and utterly submissive.

Yelu Yan slightly lifted his head, their faces only inches apart, their breaths mingling.

"Do you like it when I... kiss you?"

What he really wanted to ask was whether she liked him, but fearing that he might pressure her too much, he decided to take it slowly, step by step.

How was she to answer such a question?

Li Xianyun’s eyes drifted to the side.

Yelu Yan lifted his hand and gently pinched her small chin, turning her face back towards his with gentle caution, as though handling a fragile treasure.

"Do you like it when I kiss you?"

With them so close, she had no chance to avoid his gaze and could only lightly hum an affirmative response.

Yelu Yan chuckled softly.

Hearing his laughter made Li Xianyun feel even more shy and uneasy, like a frightened little rabbit trying to escape, but she was suddenly and intensely kissed by him.

"Mmm..."

Li Xianyun let out a soft "Mm" and closed her eyes.

What followed was Yelu Yan’s wild frenzy, becoming utterly unreserved as he kissed her, leaning against the rockery, wrapping Li Xianyun in his arms and continuing his teasing.

The last shred of his rationality was thinking that he should lean against the rockery himself so as not to let Li Xianyun get uncomfortable.

Yelu Yan kissed Li Xianyun fervently on her lips, cheeks, and the swanlike curve of her neck...

...

Li Xianyun felt a chill and abruptly raised her hand to push Yelu Yan’s head. "Husband, let’s go back to the Khan Palace and then..."

She couldn’t continue.

Yelu Yan was like a stubborn bull. If he wanted to do something, pushing him was futile.

With his head buried, Yelu Yan muttered, "Then what?"

Li Xianyun blushed, "...then kiss more."

This was the biggest concession she could make.

Out here, what would happen if someone saw this indiscretion?

Yelu Yan kissed her hard again, then slowly lifted his head, closed her clothing, and ravished her lips once more.

After a long while, Yelu Yan finally, regretfully, lifted Li Xianyun up in a princess carry and walked out of the shadows.

Li Xianyun’s fair, little face was flushed pink, making her cheekbones especially eye-catching.

She extended her arms around Yelu Yan’s thick neck, gently resting her head in the nook of his neck as if by hiding her face from others, no one would know what they had been doing in the shadows for half an hour.

Yelu Yan kissed the top of Li Xianyun’s head, lingering for a moment before looking up. "How could my Xianxian be so adorable?"

Li Xianyun couldn’t help but let out a light laugh, still nestled in the crook of his neck, her warm breath touching him, "Husband, you speak as if you’re talking to a child."

She had spoken to her younger siblings in the same way when they were little.

"Nannan is so cute."

"Junjun, you’re great."

As the eldest child in her family, it was always her taking care of others; no one had spoken to her like that.

Li Xianyun had always suspected that Yelu Yan treated her like a daughter, but she had lacked evidence until now.

Yelu Yan feigned exasperation, "Are you saying your husband is old, is that it? Don’t you already know whether I’m old or not?"

The two hadn’t consummated the marriage; she indeed did not know.

Yelu Yan added, "As long as you wish, I will let you see if your husband is old or not."

The implication was clear, sending Li Xianyun’s ears burning, and she buried her face even deeper.

Yelu Yan could vividly feel her silky, smooth little face, her warm lips, and her scorching breath; he was completely undone, grunting and standing straight as an arrow.

Qingyan Pool was very close to the Khan Palace. However, Yelu Yan felt it was too far, their pace too slow, eager to fly back home.

After returning to the Khan Palace, Yelu Yan carried Li Xianyun straight to the inner chamber. The maids wisely closed the door from the outside and kept their distance.

...

Li Xianyun lay on Yelu Yan’s firm chest, greedily gasping for air. Her hair was in disarray, and her three thousand strands of hair spread across her slender and attractive back, making her appear even more delicate and exquisite.

Yelu Yan lay on the bed, one arm around Li Xianyun, the other gently patting her, as one would with a child.

The evidence that he was raising her like a daughter piled up, and Li Xianyun couldn’t help but purse her lips in amusement.

Yelu Yan lowered his head and kissed the top of Li Xianyun’s head. His indulgence in her had exceeded his expectations.

People always say that the interest between a man and a woman lasts only a few days before they become tired of each other; yet why did he find himself loving Li Xianyun more the longer they spent together?

It seemed those who tire after a few days simply didn’t care much for each other.