The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 325 - 324 This is Her Man (First Update)

Chapter 325: 324 This is Her Man (First Update)

Yelu Yan certainly wasn’t going to let her go. With one arm, he encircled her supple waist, immobilizing her, while his other hand disappeared into the water.

Yelu Yan moved on top of her, tilting his head back to look at Li Xianyun with a smile so irritating it begged for a slap.

Li Xianyun was, naturally, overwhelmed with bashfulness and wished she could find a crack in the earth to crawl into.

Her hands pushed against his iron-like arms, but she couldn’t budge them in the slightest,

rippling water, curling steam, the gentle babbling of the water.

Yelu Yan’s deep-set eyes leisurely gazed at her.

But what could she do? She was past the point of caring about her pride now.

Yelu Yan buried his head in her neck, showering her with kisses.

Li Xianyun felt like a lamb awaiting slaughter, her throat in a grip, as if the next moment, her neck might be snapped.

Yet she wasn’t afraid; instead, she seemed more excited than ever.

She had never felt such a strange sensation before.

Suddenly, Li Xianyun bowed her head and fiercely wrapped her arms around Yelu Yan’s head, pressing her small face tightly against his.

She held on so tightly, so fiercely, that she inadvertently gave a certain someone a treat.

Yelu Yan’s head was buried in her chest, and the stubble from his fresh beard prickled Li Xianyun’s delicate skin, causing some discomfort.

After a moment, Li Xianyun finally calmed down but still clung to him, unwilling to let go. Both her body and mind were uncomfortable, pent-up, and frustrated.

Seeing her like that greatly pleased Yelu Yan. He pressed against her smooth skin and murmured vaguely, "Will you kiss me or not?"

Li Xianyun let out a resigned "hmm" before weakly sitting up, lowering her head to gaze at his handsome cheeks. He radiated a wild and unrestrained nature—this was her man.

Yelu Yan foolishly looked up at Li Xianyun. Her fair, soft face flushed pink, her eyes slightly reddened at the corners, and her beautiful eyes were as wet and bright as if they had been soaked in water.

Born with seductive charm.

Li Xianyun’s lips parted slightly, and she raised her pale hand to cradle Yelu Yan’s chiseled cheeks.

Her hand was indeed very small, covering only half of his cheek.

Li Xianyun first gazed into his pitch-black eyes, which seemed to be ablaze, then at his attractive lips, and slowly turned her head to move closer.

But someone clearly couldn’t wait any longer, his hand impatiently shifted position.

His hand never left.

Li Xianyun let out a soft "uhm," her eyebrows knitting together, and leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around Yelu Yan’s head, "Husband, I... want to kiss..."

Her voice was somewhat fractured.

After a pause, Li Xianyun straightened up again, turned her head, and kissed Yelu Yan’s lips, imitating his way of kissing.

...

He ended up leading her astray.

After a vigorous bout of passion, Yelu Yan emerged from the bath, hastily dressing himself.

Glancing up, he saw Li Xianyun lying weakly on the poolside, her little hands stacked and propped up her chin, as she watched him with orchid-filled, tender eyes—who could resist such fragile gazes.

Yelu Yan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he opened his mouth to speak but Li Xianyun, her face flushed, suddenly turned her little face away, resting it on her crossed hands, leaning on the poolside, no longer looking at him.

Yelu Yan couldn’t help but chuckle softly, now she knew to be embarrassed, after having clung onto him so fiercely before.

Yelu Yan stepped over, bent down, and picked Li Xianyun up horizontally from the water, turning his head to look at her.

Li Xianyun’s lashes were spread out, casting a faint shadow on her tender skin.

Feeling Yelu Yan’s captivated gaze, Li Xianyun couldn’t help but curl the corners of her mouth into a smile, revealing two dimples. She cast a hurried glance at him and then buried her small face into his chest.

Feeling shy, aren’t we?

Yelu Yan laughed softly and nuzzled her face with random kisses.

Worried that Li Xianyun might catch a cold, Yelu Yan didn’t dawdle. He quickly walked to a soft chair covered with a blanket, placed her on it, and wrapped her dripping hair with a soft cloth from the wooden rack. He then picked up another dry cloth to wipe the water off her body.