The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 364: In your dreams, what kind of husband am I? (Second update)

Chapter 364: In your dreams, what kind of husband am I? (Second update)

Li Xianyun cast a sidelong glance at Yelu Yan and complained with a pout, "Don’t you already know? Why ask again?"

Seeing that she was no longer avoiding the topic, Yelu Yan’s smile became even more unrestrained, "What am I like in your dreams?"

Li Xianyun raised her hand to rub his face, molding it out of shape as she gritted her teeth, "What do you think, looking beastly?"

Yelu Yan let her little hand run wild on his face, laughing, "Thinking about it?"

Pretending not to understand, Li Xianyun didn’t respond but instead said, "My lord, get up. I will take a bath while I’m still feeling fresh, or else I’ll get sleepy again."

When sleepy, her body felt so lazy, she only wanted to lie in bed and do nothing at all.

Yelu Yan bowed his head to capture her lips, his hand reaching out.

Li Xianyun gasped softly, exerting strength, and trapped his hand.

Someone took advantage of her cry of surprise to make his move.

Li Xianyun couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

There was a menstruation cloth in place, but Yelu Yan still wreaked havoc through her clothing with his rough hand.

Li Xianyun’s face instantly flushed, and pushing against his firm chest, she called out to him in a muffled voice, "My lord... mmm... "

Yelu Yan kissed her passionately, with his warm kisses trailing down her neck, climbing onto her chest, and burying himself there, rubbing in the fragrance.

Meanwhile, his hand didn’t stop, at first kneading slowly, then picking up speed. When Li Xianyun’s trembling voice broke out, his hands moved fiercely, causing the muscles on his arms to bulge visibly, very obvious.

Suddenly, Li Xianyun threw her head back, wrapping her arms tightly around Yelu Yan’s head, pressing her face against his as if she wanted to meld into one with him.

She trembled a few times, and her tense body finally began to relax gradually, yet she still held Yelu Yan tight.

The man in her arms laughed brilliantly, "All good?"

"...Yes." Li Xianyun said, "My lord, you’re the worst."

Yelu Yan chuckled softly, "Want more?"

"..."

Seeing she didn’t answer, Yelu Yan raised his head, only to see her delicate face flushed bright red, even her tender ears were red, her breath hot and hurried, clearly aroused.

"Want it?"

Li Xianyun, not daring to look at him, just gazed at his appealing thin lips, lightly hummed an acknowledgment.

Yelu Yan chuckled softly, kissing her lips again, while his hand reached to tug at her clothing.

Li Xianyun knew what he wanted to do; he really liked that place on her, just like a child.

After her clothes were undone, Yelu Yan gazed at her with adoration, glanced at Li Xianyun, and buried his head to begin his feast, while his hand returned to its previous spot.

Li Xianyun bit down on her lip, only daring to look to the side.

It was truly embarrassing, yet she enjoyed it immensely.

Not knowing how many times she had indulged him, Li Xianyun dared not let him touch her any more, too sensitive to bear it, trembling with the slightest touch.

Yelu Yan whispered in her ear, "Xianxian, you are truly..."

Upon hearing his words, Li Xianyun’s face turned the color of tomato sauce, "Flirtatious Man."

Yelu Yan laughed with delight, "What to do, we’re a perfect match and no one can separate us."

While saying so, he wrapped Li Xianyun in his arms, his hand lingering on her clothes.

Twiddling and tugging.

Li Xianyun felt his body burning hot all over, and looking up, sure enough.

Yelu Yan looked down at her with a smile and said, "What to do, he misses you."

Li Xianyun slapped his chest lightly with her hand.

Yelu Yan exhaled a breath, saying, "Let your husband cool down for a while. Going out like this, it’s too obvious, we’ll be discovered."

"How about I..."

Yelu Yan kissed her forehead with a chuckle, "No need, doing that often will lead to premature aging."

Li Xianyun didn’t quite catch on for a moment, looking up at him, she asked, "What premature aging?"

Yelu Yan met her gaze with a cryptic smile, "You’ll be the one to suffer in the end."