The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 300: Xianxian, you have such a ruthless heart

Chapter 300: Xianxian, you have such a ruthless heart

Li Xianyun finished her explanation, but didn’t receive a response from Yelu Yan. Turning her head, she saw Yelu Yan with a full smile, leisurely watching her.

"You..."

Yelu Yan kissed her cheek with a smile, "Xianxian, do you like your husband?"

Li Xianyun glanced at him and softly murmured "Hmm." If she didn’t like him, how could she allow him to do such things to her, and wouldn’t shamelessly mingle with him day and night?

In such matters, women and men are different.

Women only want to act foolishly with the men they like; otherwise, they lack interest. Men, on the other hand, seem content as long as it’s a woman.

Li Xianyun was very clear about the differences between men and women in this regard.

But she didn’t know why Yelu Yan lacked confidence, always fearful and paranoid, always feeling she didn’t like him, always thinking she would leave him.

Yelu Yan, delighted, lifted her chin and leaned over her rosy lips for a deep kiss that almost left her breathless — a kiss so intense it seemed impenetrable by wind or rain.

The man of iron and blood who had tasted the forbidden seemed insatiable, as if he could never be filled.

Li Xianyun gradually realized that Yelu Yan was losing control, and this couldn’t continue.

Li Xianyun pushed and dodged him, like someone drowning.

Yelu Yan had no choice but to lift his head.

Li Xianyun said, "My lord, I need to..."

I need to go.

If she didn’t leave soon, who knew how long this man would entangle her.

Yelu Yan, smiling without a word, simply took away the blueprint from her hand and leaned in to kiss her.

"Mmm..."

Li Xianyun softly moaned, her breathing quickening.

How could this man ever tire of kissing?

Li Xianyun turned her head and pushed him away. Yelu Yan held her soft back with one hand, and with the other, he grasped her small hand, pinning it behind her, pressing her shapely chest tightly against him.

Taking the opportunity, he buried his head in her neck and nuzzled her passionately, his breath warm through the fabric of her clothing.

Li Xianyun shut her eyes tightly, hissing softly, a whimper escaping her lips...

His hair gently tickled her chin, drawing out an itch from deep within her bones.

This bad man, always bullying her.

After a long tussle, Yelu Yan finally let her go, gazing at her with a foolish smile. He reached out to smooth her collar, watching her with his deep, tiger-like eyes, "Xianxian, would you like to be in charge of the construction of the wheeled carts and turnaround vehicles?"

Li Xianyun, slumped in his arms, her little face flushed like peach blossoms, her breath unsteady, murmured "Hmm."

She was planning to do just that; without her guidance, those craftspeople would likely take a long and winding path on their own.

After Yelu Yan had adjusted her attire, he pinched the soft flesh on her cheek, "I will have Jinwu accompany you to the Department of Equipment. With his token, the people there will naturally not dare disobey you."

"Hmm."

Li Xianyun sat up straight, turned her back, and struggled to get off his lap, but Yelu Yan wrapped his arms around her from behind, one thick arm lying across her swollen chest, the other arm encircling her slender waist, while his handsome cheek nestled against her smooth nape.

Such a clingy creature.

Yelu Yan breathed on her nape, "Xianxian, you are so heartless, using your husband and then leaving."

He sounded like a resentful spouse.

And what did he mean by "use and leave"? Couldn’t this man ever be serious?

Li Xianyun, in fact, had been thoroughly disheveled by him, her undergarments as soaked as if they’d been through a flood, but she wouldn’t tell him that.

She was very serious.

Li Xianyun placed her hand on his sturdy arm and coaxed softly, "It’s too late. Otherwise, I’ll be late returning."

Yelu Yan reluctantly let her go, watching her change behind the screen, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

She was actually avoiding him as if he were a flood or wild beast.

After Li Xianyun finished dressing, Yelu Yan pulled her to the main hall for a meal.

Under Yelu Yan’s watchful eye, she ate her fill before she settled into the carriage with his clingy gaze upon her, her body overly sensitive from recent excesses, terribly tender to the touch, so tender that the slightest contact felt like a flood — she couldn’t ride a horse at all.

Only when Li Xianyun’s carriage had gradually receded into the distance and finally vanished at the end of the corridor did the guard dare to approach, kneeling before Yelu Yan with utmost respect and saluting, "Khan, the Grand Imperial Consort wishes to see you."