The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 219 Can’t you spare your husband some worry? (Second update)

Chapter 219: 219 Can’t you spare your husband some worry? (Second update)

Yelu Yan noticed that Li Xianyun’s hair was still somewhat damp and his eyebrows involuntarily knitted tightly together, "Why is your hair still wet?"

Li Xianyun was unconcerned, "It’s fine, it’ll dry if I let it air out."

But Yelu Yan didn’t agree, bent down to scoop her up into a horizontal carry, and strode toward the bed, "Can’t you save me some worry?"

Li Xianyun had a streak of rebelliousness about her, "I’m already very low-maintenance."

"Hmm?"

Li Xianyun bit her lower lip and said nothing.

When there was a great disparity in strength between a man and a woman, one must know when to submit to avoid suffering from "physical discomfort."

Yelu Yan sat Li Xianyun on the bed and leaned down to remove her wooden clogs.

Watching him bend over to take off her shoes, Li Xianyun had grown accustomed to his indulgence and allowed him to tend to her.

Yelu Yan placed the small wooden clogs neatly to the side, then went over to the dressing table to fetch a towel for drying hair and a wooden comb. He stood behind her and began to dab at her hair with the towel bit by bit.

He first dried the top of her head, and once that was done, he gathered the tips of her hair, wrapping them in the towel and rubbing gently.

The rough pads of his fingers inadvertently skimmed over her delicate skin on her neck, causing her to shiver all over.

"From now on, dry your hair before doing anything else, alright?" Yelu Yan implored earnestly.

"Mmm."

Yelu Yan sighed lightly, "You always say ’mmm’, but you never change."

"I’ll definitely change this time," Li Xianyun said as she fiddled with her small hands.

Seeing Yelu Yan silent, Li Xianyun looked up at him, resting the top of her head against his waist, and gazed up at him directly, "Husband, you must believe me."

An innocent yet provocative charm is the most fatal, and Yelu Yan felt a fiery urge rushing up from the base of his spine.

Noticing his unusual expression, Li Xianyun asked, "Husband, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No."

With that, Yelu Yan leaned down and planted a hasty kiss on her face, subtly shifting his midsection backward.

Li Xianyun sat up straight and continued to play with her delicate fingers, looking down.

Yelu Yan exhaled a sigh of relief.

After drying her hair, he picked up the comb to brush Li Xianyun’s hair.

What did he know about combing a woman’s hair?

At first, he always combed Li Xianyun’s hair so roughly that it hurt her, but after just a few strokes, she took the comb back and did it herself.

Lately, he had gotten the hang of it; pressing his hand against her scalp while combing, or holding the tips of her hair, eliminated the pain.

Once he was done combing her hair, Yelu Yan bent down and planted several firm kisses on the top of her head, "It’s getting late, best to get some rest soon."

Li Xianyun turned around to look at the soft couch, "But I haven’t finished packing my things."

"Don’t fear taking too many things; it’s better to be over-prepared than under. With more things, we’ll just send a few more carriages," he said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yelu Yan had already laid Li Xianyun down on the bed.

"You’ve been traveling all day; rest early, okay?"

"Mmm."

"I will bathe and be right back."

"Mmm."

After Yelu Yan went to bathe, Li Xianyun got out of bed to go over everything she intended to bring, and at the same time instructed Youlan to remind the kitchen staff to load the preserves they were taking onto the cart early in the morning.

Li Xianyun either placed the items on the soft couch into wooden chests or wrapped them in bundles.

While she was packing, Li Xianyun suddenly heard Youlan and Zhuo Ma paying their respects to Yelu Yan.

Like a startled little rabbit, she ran to the bed, sat on it, hurriedly took her shoes off, and slid under the thin blanket.

Yelu Yan pushed open the door to the inner chamber and entered, and then closed the door from the inside.

She turned around and saw the swaying bead and yarn curtains.

Over by the soft couch, both big and small bundles and wooden boxes were arranged in neat order, which was clearly not the case when they’d left.

As she went around the screen, Yelu Yan immediately spotted the wooden clogs strewn about and then the little person lying in bed, straining with all her might to steady her breathing, endearingly adorable.

Yelu Yan took off his clogs and climbed onto the bed, his large body lying beside her delicate and exquisitely soft one, while propping himself up on one elbow to support his head, gazing down at Li Xianyun’s rosy and fair little face.

Li Xianyun was actually feigning sleep, and with Yelu Yan so close to her, her eyelashes fluttered involuntarily, and her body tensed.

Yelu Yan leisurely watched her with a smile, seeing how long she could keep up the act.

How could Li Xianyun not feel his intense gaze, half of her face burning up?

She couldn’t stand it anymore, and turned her little face away, burying it in the soft pillow.

Yelu Yan chuckled, "You’ve given yourself away, still pretending?"

Li Xianyun laughed into the pillow, her slender and attractive shoulders shaking non-stop.

Yelu Yan reached out his hand and pulled Li Xianyun into his embrace.

Li Xianyun’s little face was already a deep red, smiling as she looked at him.

Yelu Yan planted a kiss on her forehead and affectionately pinched Li Xianyun’s chubby little cheek, "Is everything packed up?"

"Just a little bit left, I’ll go check on it," she replied.

Yelu Yan, however, had no intention of letting her go, holding her tight in his arms, kissing her on the top of her head and cheeks haphazardly, and then lifting his head slightly to look at her tenderly.

The gentleness in his tiger-like eyes was like fine wine, seemingly intoxicating.

Li Xianyun raised her hand to stroke against his freshly sprouting stubble, gently touching Yelu Yan’s attractive and rigid Adam’s apple.

"Husband, your Adam’s apple is so large."

Yelu Yan let out a soft laugh, tilting his neck to let her feel it.

Her fingers were tender, touching him comfortably.

Yelu Yan slowly caught her little hand and looked at her with a smile playing on his lips.

Li Xianyun looked up at him, "What is it?"

"What do you think?" he replied.

Li Xianyun pursed her lips, pretending not to understand, and the man’s thumb came over, gently caressing her soft and rosy lips with its rough pad.

Desire was almost bursting from Yelu Yan’s eyes.

He gazed at Li Xianyun’s soulful eyes as if they were autumn waters, slowly drawing near, then his gaze fell on her slightly parted lips, coming closer and pecking lightly as a chick would peck at grains of rice.

Li Xianyun’s hands gently rested on his shoulders.

She was so clever and cute, like a lazy little kitten; so tender and pure, just like a flower bud waiting to bloom in spring.

It inevitably stirred several wicked thoughts in one’s heart.

Yelu Yan lifted his head to look at her flushed and warm little face, watching her timid and slightly evasive eyes, then suddenly kissed her deeply, nibbling and biting.

Li Xianyun’s hands clutching his clothes gradually tightened, her palms sweating.

...

The next morning, Li Xianyun got up early, the person beside her no longer there, just the traces of someone having slept there remained.

She put on her clogs, dressed, washed up, and applied her makeup.

Youlan and Zhuo Ma were attending her.

Youlan, looking at Li Xianyun in the bronze mirror, said, "Master, Khan mentioned this morning that he had important matters to attend to and wouldn’t see you off."

Li Xianyun hummed in response, continuing her makeup routine.

She was about to embark on a long journey, and Yelu Yan wasn’t there to see her off; Li Xianyun felt somewhat dejected, but then she thought about how busy Yelu Yan was, she shouldn’t fret over such trifles.

With that thought, Li Xianyun felt at peace in her heart.