The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 276 As long as he’s obedient enough, pitiful enough (one more update)

Chapter 276: 276 As long as he’s obedient enough, pitiful enough (one more update)

Li Xianyun’s lips, pressed against his firm chest, were warm and moist. Yelu Yan couldn’t suppress a deep groan as his abdominal muscles tensed up.

Li Xianyun hastily lifted her head and saw Yelu Yan’s deep and bright tiger-like eyes as she looked up.

His eyes were ablaze, scorching her intensely.

Such was the Yelu Yan that Li Xianyun knew all too well: like a wild beast flashing its sharp teeth, ready to devour her.

Indeed, the next moment, Yelu Yan scooped Li Xianyun up horizontally.

The action was somewhat rough.

She was so delicate, tender, and stirringly soft, always inciting someone to bully her, to leave mottled marks on her flawless white skin, casting his shadow over her.

Li Xianyun looked at him timidly, whispering, "Husband, could you be a bit gentler..."

A fierce reunion was inevitable; how could Li Xianyun not know?

But that kind of pain like her waist was about to break, and the soreness and numbness in her legs that left her powerless, were still vivid in her memory.

The surge of fear at the sight of the bed, the fear at the sight of Yelu Yan, swept over her like towering waves once again.

The little white rabbit was about to fall into the tiger’s mouth again; the fragile little rabbit only hoped that the big tiger would be a bit more merciful and gentle while devouring her.

"Alright."

Having said that, Yelu Yan carried Li Xianyun behind the screen and set her directly on a chair next to the bathtub, a chair that Zhuo Ma and Youlan had placed there for Li Xianyun to change clothes.

Yelu Yan crouched down, looking up at Li Xianyun and took off her shoes and stockings, revealing two soft and tender little feet.

She was as white as snow, pure white all over.

After he had taken them off, Li Xianyun blushed and went to put on her shoes but was instead lifted up again by the standing Yelu Yan, who bowed his head to kiss her tender red lips, entangling with her.

Li Xianyun opened her lips with a light "mhm" and her eyelashes trembled.

Unable to endure any longer, Yelu Yan placed her directly into the bathtub.

Dressed in her clothes, Li Xianyun was put into the water, quickly surrounded by the hot water, her clothes swiftly wetted by the steaming warmth.

Summer’s thin garments, soaked through, became limp; the white dress clung to her moist body, indescribably arousing.

Amid the misty vapor, Li Xianyun sat in the tub, looking shyly and timidly at Yelu Yan, "Husband, I haven’t undressed yet."

The next moment, Yelu Yan removed his outer robe and stepped into the tub, "Let me help you with that."

He was truly very tall; the moment he entered the water, the water level visibly rose, even spilling some out.

Li Xianyun instinctively tried to evade him.

But Yelu Yan didn’t give her the chance, no sooner had he sat down firmly than he enveloped Li Xianyun in his arms, placing her on his lap and hugging her tightly from behind.

Li Xianyun placed her hand over his, which was most inappropriately positioned.

With one hand causing mischief and the other softly passing over her cheek, an urgent kiss fell upon her...

...

After a long while, Yelu Yan got the wide soft cloth from the stool, wrapped Li Xianyun in it, and lifted her out of the tub.

Yelu Yan looked down at the Li Xianyun in his embrace, her tiny face flushed with a rosy hue, tender and fragrant, delicate as a lotus rising from the water.

She hung her gaze low, not looking at him, her long and dense eyelashes fluttering lightly.

He had been a bit too rough earlier, making her cry, and even now her eyes were tinged with red.

Seeing Li Xianyun’s aggrieved appearance, Yelu Yan felt a great sense of guilt. He lowered his head to kiss her lips, "It’s all my fault; won’t you stop being mad?"

Li Xianyun continued to lower her gaze, silent.

Yelu Yan felt a little panicked; he should not have been so reckless.

In the beginning, Yelu Yan had been mindful of her frailty, always careful with his strength, thinking there would be ample time ahead, to progress gradually.

In the past few days, he had missed her so much he could hardly stand it; his bones itched with longing.

Having thought about it day and night these past few days, Yelu Yan finally got what he wished for and let himself loose, revealing his true nature.

Moreover, he harbored a stroke of luck, thinking that after so many days, Li Xianyun should have adapted to him.

So he became reckless without any care.

Seeing Li Xianyun trying to dodge, Yelu Yan pulled her back.

After several attempts to evade, Li Xianyun began to plead for mercy, but it was in vain, and she ended up crying from frustration.

"Next time I will listen to everything you say, okay?"

Li Xianyun bit her lip and didn’t speak, her eyelashes quivering even more.

Yelu Yan knew she was crying, blinking rapidly as if trying to hold back her tears.

Yelu Yan felt terrible, wishing he could give himself a beating.

He was always controlled and restrained, but today he was too excited and acted beyond his control.

Li Xianyun had just come out of the water, her hair still wet, dripping water drop by drop.

Yelu Yan carried her straight to the bed, placed her steadily on it, then picked up a soft cloth from the screen to wrap up Li Xianyun’s hair, to prevent the water from her hair from flowing onto her body.

Yelu Yan went to the wardrobe, pulled out a long robe to put on himself, and tied it slightly around his waist; his chest was exposed, but it was enough to cover what needed to be covered.

He took out Li Xianyun’s undergarments and sleepwear from the closet and folded them before returning to the bedside.

Li Xianyun wrapped herself up, lifting her jade arms to dry her hair, leaving Yelu Yan with a view of her back that was too beautiful for words.

Yelu Yan’s Adam’s apple moved, his desire flaring up, but seeing the marks on her arms, he cooled down considerably, his eyes filling with remorse.

He shouldn’t have been concerned only with his own pleasure.

Yelu Yan went over, placed Li Xianyun’s clean clothes on the side, and spoke to Li Xianyun in a negotiating tone, "Xianxian, let me change your clothes for you, otherwise you will catch a cold, alright?"

Li Xianyun intended not to pay attention to him, but being all wet was uncomfortable too, "Turn around."

"Alright."

Yelu Yan obediently turned around and listened quietly to the movements behind him, patiently waiting.

Li Xianyun stood up, dried herself off, and then put on her undergarments and sleepwear.

Wearing clean and dry clothes made her feel comfortable both physically and mentally, and she held a little less resentment towards Yelu Yan, but she still did not want to deal with him and continued drying her hair on her own.

Yelu Yan waited for quite a while, but did not hear Li Xianyun ask him to turn around, so he spoke up, "Xianxian, may I turn around now?"

"...Yes."

This time she was obedient, unlike earlier when no matter how she pleaded, it didn’t help, and she ended up in a complete mess, almost falling apart.

Yelu Yan turned around and saw Li Xianyun drying her hair, so he walked over and took the towel from her delicate white hands.

"Why didn’t you call me to dry your hair?"

It was always him who helped Li Xianyun dry off, towel her hair, and comb her hair after her baths. Now that Li Xianyun was angry, she did not let him do these things, and Yelu Yan did not know what to do.

At this moment, Yelu Yan began to dislike himself for not knowing how to speak sweetly, not knowing how to please someone.

If a man has made his woman angry, what would other men do? Which method is the best?

It seemed he needed to learn a lesson from others.

Li Xianyun had a gentle and soft disposition; when she got angry, she wouldn’t cause a scene but just stay silent and ignore people.

Yelu Yan did not know how to coax her, so he was very afraid of her getting angry.

As expected, Li Xianyun, still fuming, did not respond to Yelu Yan’s questions.

Yelu Yan knew he was at fault and dared not protest, so he silently dried her hair, like a husband who suffers in silence without daring to make a sound.

Fortunately, Yelu Yan soon thought of a way to cope; Li Xianyun was very kind and soft-hearted, so as long as he acted sufficiently obedient and pitiful, her anger would naturally fade away.