The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 251 Okay, I’ll listen to you (one more update)

Chapter 251: 251 Okay, I’ll listen to you (one more update)

Li Xianyun said this and kicked out, but who knew her knee would hit Yelu Yan’s abdomen, exactly where it mattered most for Yelu Yan.

Yelu Yan bent over, clutching the area, and let out a stifled groan of pain.

Li Xianyun realized she had caused trouble, her brows furrowed, "Husband, are you alright? I didn’t do it on purpose."

As she spoke, she was about to get down from the desk.

But a large hand landed on her slender, good-looking shoulder, "Your husband is fine; I just need a moment to recover."

Li Xianyun looked at Yelu Yan bending over and lowering his head, and it suddenly occurred to her that with his martial arts skills, it should have been easy for him to dodge. Moreover, in the chaos, she wasn’t sure if she had actually kicked him.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt he was deceiving her.

Li Xianyun turned her head to look and found that Yelu Yan had lowered his head even more and was smiling to the point his face turned red, which confirmed he was fooling her.

"Oh, you’re tricking me."

Li Xianyun said this and lifted her delicate little hand, giving Yelu Yan a pat on his right shoulder.

His left arm was injured, and Li Xianyun purposefully avoided it.

Yelu Yan, seeing that he had been exposed, straightened up and bent over to wrap his arms around her, landing a loud kiss on her warm, soft lips. He looked down at her, their breath mingling, and his mouth stretched into a big arc of a smile.

"If your husband hadn’t dodged quickly and you had kicked something vital, wouldn’t you be the one to suffer later?"

This comment was far too shameless, causing Li Xianyun’s face to burn hot. She raised her hand to caress his handsome cheeks, and with slightly parted red lips and a coquettish tone, she said, "Behave yourself."

"Alright, alright, I’ll behave," he replied.

Just then, Zhuo Ma said from the doorway, "Master, the medicine chest is here."

"Come in," said Yelu Yan in a calm voice.

Seeing that Yelu Yan was still holding her, Li Xianyun pushed against him with her hand, but he just laughed mischievously, refusing to let go, "They’ll have to get used to it sooner or later."

While they were tugging back and forth, Zhuo Ma had already walked in.

Li Xianyun, with her ears red, turned her face away so Zhuo Ma couldn’t see, rather like the proverbial ostrich with its head in the sand, and she was irresistibly cute.

Yelu Yan took the opportunity to press her little head firmly against his sturdy chest and planted a firm kiss on the top of her head.

After Zhuo Ma entered, she kept her head down low, placed the medicine chest on the desk, and didn’t dare to look around before hurriedly leaving.

The moment the door closed, Li Xianyun lifted her head and gave Yelu Yan a sidelong glance, then slipped down from the desk, "Husband, please sit on the chair."

"Hmm?"

Yelu Yan obediently sat on the chair, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he looked up at her unwaveringly.

Li Xianyun opened the medicine chest, taking out the golden sore medicine and soft cloth needed for wrapping the wound.

After preparing everything, Li Xianyun rolled up his sleeve, which had fallen back down while he was frolicking with her.

Li Xianyun rolled his sleeve up to his shoulder and then slowly untied the blood-soaked cloth, revealing a ghastly and terrible wound.

The wound was about three inches long, and the flesh was turned outwards. It was very deep, no wonder the guard had said a lot of blood had been lost.

Such a serious wound and yet he had bathed, which was infuriating.

Li Xianyun cleaned the wound slightly and then sprinkled the golden sore medicine evenly on top before carefully wrapping it with soft cloth.

Being born to a physician, she was adept at dressing wounds like this, layering it neatly and attractively.

Li Xianyun spoke softly while bandaging, her breath fragrant as orchids, "Husband, you must be obedient and not let the wound get wet again, alright?"

Yelu Yan watched her intently and murmured an agreement.

"Also, don’t use this arm heavily until it’s fully scabbed over, alright?"

"Okay, I’ll listen to you," Yelu Yan said with a smile.

Looking at him smiling, Li Xianyun said, "Don’t trick me."

"I won’t trick you."

"That’s being good."

Finished speaking, Li Xianyun straightened up and put the golden sore medicine and soft cloth back in the medicine chest. Just as she finished, someone roughly pulled her over, with a brusqueness that was neither gentle nor tender, displaying the rugged, iron-hard character honed in the barracks.

Yelu Yan wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pulling her to straddle his leg, holding her tight in his embrace, pressing their bodies together.

"Husband, your arm."

When he was holding her just now, both his arms were clearly exerting force, even though he had just promised not to.

There really was no handling him.

"It’s nothing."

Because Li Xianyun was sitting on his lap, their eyes were almost level, "But..."

Yelu Yan kissed her lips, interrupting her, and watched her foolishly, smiling, "Did you miss your husband?"

The longing in the man’s eyes couldn’t be more obvious, and Li Xianyun looked away, unnaturally uttering an "Mhm."

Yelu Yan reached up to arrange the hair in front of her forehead, gently caressing her delicate cheeks with the back of his hand, and rough fingertips grazed her red lips before he kissed her deeply.

At first, it was a light taste, but then he kissed her deeply.

******

The two did not return to the inner room until late, and Yelu Yan’s wound was re-wrapped, while Li Xianyun walked awkwardly.

Holding her, Yelu Yan turned to look at her with eyes full of guilt, "Xianxian, it’s all my fault."

Li Xianyun glared at him and ignored him.

He was just like a bull, throwing caution to the wind when seeing red, ready to devour someone.

Back in the inner room, Li Xianyun asked Youlan and Zhuo Ma to prepare hot water for a bath.

She had sweated a lot and was covered with dirt; without a bath, sleep would be impossible.

While Zhuo Ma and Youlan were preparing the hot water, Li Xianyun sat in front of the dressing table to brush her hair.

Yelu Yan insisted on sticking to her, following her every step.

As she sat at the dressing table, Yelu Yan sat by her side, watching her with a contented smile, completely captivated by his wife.

At first, Li Xianyun completely ignored him, raising her hand to remove the silver-white hair tie, and her waterfall-like black hair cascaded down, making her look even more tranquil and charming.

Just as she was about to place the hair tie on the dresser, the man’s rough hand took the hair tie, folded it carefully, and placed it in the cosmetic box.

Li Xianyun’s pale white hands moved through her hair, smoothing out the waterfall-like locks.

She was about to grab a wooden comb when Yelu Yan considerately passed it to her.

Li Xianyun paused for a moment, then took the wooden comb and began to brush slowly, "Husband, don’t you have other things to do?"

It was a polite way of asking him to stop bothering her.

"Before you returned, I had already dealt with official matters, so there is no need to do anything else," he replied.

With no other choice, Li Xianyun resigned herself to the situation, but anyone would feel embarrassed being stared at so intently.

She waved the wooden comb in front of Yelu Yan’s eyes, "Husband, have you seen enough?"

A mischievous smile tugged at Yelu Yan’s mouth, "No, how could one ever get enough of a graceful and gentle lady?"

Li Xianyun rolled her eyes at him, "Smooth talker," and said, "You’re injured; go lie down. I’ll come and join you after my bath."

She felt like she was coaxing a child.

Yelu Yan chuckled lightly, looking like he had more to say but was holding back.

Li Xianyun found it amusing, "What is it? Do you have something to say?"

Yelu Yan’s lips moved.

Li Xianyun quickly interjected, "Never mind, you’d better not say it."

She assumed it would be nothing good.

But Yelu Yan insisted on speaking, leaning close to Li Xianyun’s ear and lowering his voice, "Xianxian, how about we take a bath together later?"

"Do you not want your arm anymore?"

Seeing the displeased look on Li Xianyun’s face, Yelu Yan offered a sheepish smile, "Alright, alright, let’s pretend I never said it."

Once the hot water was ready, Youlan said respectfully, "Master, the water is ready."

"Mhm, you may leave," Li Xianyun replied.