The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 237 As One Wishes (Second Update)

Chapter 237: 237 As One Wishes (Second Update)

Li Xianyun’s tiny heart was filled to the brim, and this feeling inexplicably soothed her sorrow.

She must have been crazy to let Yelu Yan do such a thing.

Yelu Yan picked up the new undergarments and slipped her delicate white foot into them, and then the other foot, slowly pulling up her undergarments.

But in the end, he was a man in the prime of his life––a man who had been repressed for so long.

Yelu Yan, ultimately unable to restrain himself, followed the clamor of body and mind, bent down to pick up Li Xianyun, and kissed her fiercely, with passionate entanglement.

His arms were so strong, his chest so firm, his body burning hot, yearning loudly within his heart.

Yelu Yan had long since realized that his life was in Li Xianyun’s hands; with just a beckon of her finger, he was willing to crawl at her feet like a slave, to be dispatched by her, willing to do anything for her, even if it meant sacrificing his life.

He was completely lost in the gentle world of Li Xianyun.

Yelu Yan’s stubble grew quickly, prickling against Li Xianyun’s soft skin, a little painful, a little itchy, yet very comforting.

Li Xianyun felt that she must have been degenerate, as if only madly sinking into depravity, completely self-destructing, could she find release from the sorrow in her heart.

...

Eventually, they reached that step again, and Yelu Yan stopped, afraid of frightening her; but Li Xianyun raised her hand to grab his, guiding it onto herself.

Blushing, Yelu Yan looked at her, "Xianxian, your husband..."

Li Xianyun’s fair and rosy face bore a crying tone, "Husband, please..."

Yelu Yan’s blood boiled, and he trembled lightly as if he were a ravenous wolf, pouncing on her.

...

A long time later, Li Xianyun lay weakened in Yelu Yan’s arms, catching her breath, "Husband, turns out I can."

She had always avoided it, deliberately not thinking about what had happened that day, and over this year, she had repressed herself, masked herself, not allowing her emotions to affect others.

At the same time, she constantly kept herself calm while dealing with Murong Ce.

After that day, Li Xianyun realized that Murong Ce must have had some liking for her, and this slight liking was her chip to turn the tables on Murong Ce.

But it was all in vain; no matter how strong a person is, they can’t contend with a nation, and Li Xianyun gradually discovered that as her interactions with Murong Ce deepened, his obsession and desire for her grew more intense.

If she did not escape, she might be devoured without a trace left behind.

She kept all these emotions suppressed within her heart until last night, when she revealed her innermost feelings to Yelu Yan without reservations, and her emotions found release.

The most critical part was that dream, the dream with Huanhuan in it, marking the first time Huanhuan entered her dreams.

The emotions that had been suppressed for so long were finally liberated at this moment, making her feel as though she was reborn from the ashes, reaching an ultimate point.

Embracing her, kissing her, Yelu Yan felt ecstatic inside, as if he were walking on clouds; he finally possessed Li Xianyun completely.

He tried his best to control the emotions stirring within him, comforting her, "Silly girl."

Golden sunlight streamed through the window, filling the room with a bright, warm glow.

Li Xianyun stared directly at the dazzling sunlight, as if seeing it for the first time, greedily, intoxicatingly gazing.

Yelu Yan, however, gazed at her, captivated. It turns out this is what it feels like to finally get what one has longed for––so beautiful.

After a while, Li Xianyun shifted slightly and looked up at Yelu Yan, "Husband."

"Hmm?"

"I want to bathe."

"Alright, your husband will have someone prepare the hot water."

As he spoke, he withdrew his arm from under Li Xianyun’s head, sat up straight, and was about to throw off the blankets to get out of bed.

But just as he lifted the covers, he put them back down again. He found clothes on the bed, got dressed under the covers, got out of bed with his back bare, picked up his and Li Xianyun’s clothes from the floor, and hung them on the clothes rack.

Yelu Yan found his outer robe and put it on before letting the maid prepare the hot water.

Li Xianyun rolled onto her stomach on the bed, her face flushed as she looked at him, "Husband, please open the window and let in some fresh air."

Yelu Yan’s face turned red, and he walked over to the window and opened it.

Li Xianyun watched his back and pursed her lips in a smile.

Yelu Yan, a man of thirty, seemed to have turned into a dashing young man brimming with youthful vigor after the incident, making her seem like the unrestrained Dengtuzi in comparison.

Youlan and Zhuo Ma poured hot water into the bathtub, unfolded the screen around it, and hurriedly exited.

Fearing Li Xianyun would catch a cold, Yelu Yan closed the window, let down all the curtains in the room, and only then returned to her side. He wrapped his woman in a quilt, lifted her horizontally from the bed, and carried her to the edge of the bathtub.

Yelu Yan had Li Xianyun stand on his feet, took off the quilt, tossed it over the screen, then carefully lifted her and slowly placed her into the tub filled with hot water. As he turned to leave, a small hand clutched at his waistband.

Yelu Yan stiffened his back and looked over. Through the steam, Li Xianyun looked stunningly beautiful.

Her eyes, clear and pure like autumn waters, somehow took on a different meaning in Yelu Yan’s eyes.

In his view, Li Xianyun was like a seductive spirit beckoning him, leaving him no place to hide.

Through the mist, Li Xianyun looked at him, "Husband, aren’t you joining me for the bath?"

She was still being reckless.

Yelu Yan’s face instantly blushed to the root of his neck so quickly that Li Xianyun felt as if someone had smeared his face and neck with red paint in a blink.

"Another day," he said.

Yelu Yan then began to peel Li Xianyun’s small hand off his waistband, bit by bit.

Silly girl, do you know you’re playing with fire?

Had it not been for his restraint just now, someone might not even be able to get out of bed at this moment.

Her body had reached its limit; they could not continue.

After bathing, Li Xianyun got up to get dressed, but just as she moved, she winced, hissing softly, and cursed Yelu Yan internally as a beast in human clothing.

Immediately after, the sound of a chair moving abruptly filled the room. Yelu Yan stood up and looked toward the screen, frowning deeply, "Xianxian, are you feeling unwell?"

"Hmm. Husband, please bring me clean clothes."

Yelu Yan brought in a set of undergarments and a set of beige men’s clothing.

After Li Xianyun had dressed, she came out to find Yelu Yan with a furrowed brow waiting outside.

Noticing Li Xianyun’s emergence, Yelu Yan’s frown relaxed, and he stepped forward, "Are you alright?"

"Hmm. You should tend to the public duties, husband. I’m going to the Border Market later."

"Don’t be in a hurry to send me away," he said.

Li Xianyun had no choice but to let it be.

It was getting late, so Li Xianyun had Youlan and Zhuo Ma bring some food along, and she boarded the carriage.

Yelu Yan joined her in the carriage, forcing Youlan and Zhuo Ma to follow on horseback.

Li Xianyun leaned back in her seat, devouring the steaming hot baked buns, her gaze falling on Yelu Yan’s face, who was staring at her dreamily.

"What is it?" Li Xianyun asked with a mouthful.

He was looking at her as though he had something to say.

Yelu Yan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, "It’s nothing."

He was distracted due to the events of the morning, his mind filled with intimate scenes with her, leaving him in a dazed and goofy state. Yet, Li Xianyun behaved as if nothing happened, like a carefree woman who didn’t recognize anyone after waking up, which was incredibly frustrating.