The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 290: It seems that as a husband, I am still not doing enough.

Chapter 290: It seems that as a husband, I am still not doing enough.

Yelu Yan looked at Li Xianyun in his arms with eyes brimming with laughter, which almost seemed to spill over.

"Are you trying to satisfy your husband with these petty kindnesses?"

Li Xianyun wrapped her arms around his strong neck, leisurely looking at him with a smile on her lips, revealing two sweet dimples on her snow-white skin, a beauty that was so captivating it left Yelu Yan, who had already tasted such sweetness, utterly transfixed.

"Husband, what do you want, then?"

Yelu Yan gazed at her affectionately, lowering his head to gently rub her delicate, charming red lips with his own, and spoke vaguely, "What do you think?"

Li Xianyun chuckled. Were all men who had tasted the forbidden fruit like voracious wolves, impossible to fend off?

She deliberately turned her head away, laughing, "Say what? I don’t know."

Yelu Yan’s lips then landed on her creamy, jade-like cheeks, and he chuckled softly, his magnetic voice filled with seduction.

"It seems I haven’t done enough," he said.

He chuckled mischievously at her, and then propped up the back of her head, delivering a domineering and moist kiss.

Li Xianyun couldn’t help but let out a light "mm" and her arms, wrapped around his neck, slowly tightened.

She loved being kissed by Yelu Yan, loved the heat transferred by the tip of his tongue, loved his slightly rough dominance, loved how he held her tightly...

Initially, Yelu Yan’s kisses were merely that—kisses, barbaric and rough, overwhelming and undeniable, often leaving her head spinning.

Gradually, as they kissed more, Yelu Yan developed numerous techniques, always leaving Li Xianyun flushed and breathless, allowing him to take whatever kisses he wanted, leaving her with no chance to consider anything else.

Like now, Yelu Yan kissed her as though she were candy, making faint kissing sounds.

Li Xianyun was bashfully enduring it, her dark, thick lashes fluttering helplessly, letting out a soft moan.

Hearing this, Yelu Yan undoubtedly felt encouraged, kissing his way from her lips to her sensitive earlobes and down her soft, swan-like neck.

Kissing her inch by inch, lingering, unable to let go.

Li Xianyun tilted her head back with half-closed eyes, breathing out.

Yelu Yan raised his hand to her chest, and Li Xianyun’s tender hands lightly rested on his wheat-colored hand, her voice soft and coy, "Husband."

Yelu Yan responded with a hum, wrapping his arms around her slender, lovely back, and buried his head, rubbing his face gently against her clothes.

Li Xianyun let out a surprised "mm," his head against her chest making trouble, his soft hair lightly brushing her jaw.

Her little face felt as if it were being roasted on a blazing fire, her body all warm and toasty, carrying an unusual sensation.

Li Xianyun’s fragrant, delicate hands helplessly loosened, and she placed them gently on his head, petulantly saying, "Husband..."

Yelu Yan raised his hand and unabashedly tugged at her clothing.

Li Xianyun instantly felt a cool sensation on her chest as he kissed her, nibbling at her.

Li Xianyun gently bit her lip, her little face red as can be.

Just as the carriage was filled with the warmth and vitality of spring, it suddenly came to a stop.

Li Xianyun had her eyes closed, but she snapped them open suddenly, like a startled little deer burrowing into Yelu Yan’s embrace, adorable beyond words.

Yelu Yan held her in his arms, his large hand gently protecting her little head, while the other hand adjusted her slipping clothes.

Li Xianyun’s little face was buried in Yelu Yan’s solid and broad chest, inhaling his fresh scent.

Before he met Li Xianyun, Yelu Yan was very clean, but he did not pay much attention to his appearance.

But ever since he married Li Xianyun, knowing she liked cleanliness, he became conscious of his appearance at all times, always checking for any blood or other odors on returning home. If there were any, he would bathe.

In the past, during busy times, Yelu Yan might not bathe for a day or two, but now he bathed every day like Li Xianyun, keeping himself always smelling fresh.