The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 379 - 378 Fear that someone will snatch her away (first update)

Chapter 379: 378 Fear that someone will snatch her away (first update)

After a while, Yelu Yan raised his head, and they parted from each other.

He said with a husky voice, full of emotion, "Xianxian, you belong to your husband, do you understand?"

Li Xianyun did not know why he suddenly said such things; wasn’t she already his?

Li Xianyun raised her delicate fair hands and gently covered his flushed ears, massaging them, and let out a soft "Hmm," "I am yours."

As she spoke, she slowly raised her head to peck at his lips.

Yelu Yan responded dominantly, giving her no opportunity to catch her breath.

He could not change what had happened before, but now and in the future, Li Xianyun was his and only his, and nobody could change that.

The two of them engaged in their folly for a very long time, doing everything they could except that one thing.

Li Xianyun’s face was a complete mess of red as she cuddled the man above her; he was all firm muscle and scalding heat.

Yelu Yan was like a wild beast trapped in a cage, unable to find an exit, only capable of furiously howling within it.

In the end, Li Xianyun’s heart softened. She lifted her long, pale legs to encircle him, "Husband, I should be clean by now, perhaps..."

In truth, she wasn’t a woman devoid of sensual desires; Yelu Yan had stirred an itch deep within her, making it difficult for her to contain herself.

There had been no sign of red on her underclothes all day, suggesting she was indeed clean.

Yelu Yan placed his rough hand on her thigh.

Her skin was as pure and white as jade, making his wheat-colored complexion look somewhat dark.

The beauty was being eroded, exuding a strong sense of fragility.

This great contrast was the most impactful, always able to arouse the wicked thoughts in one’s mind.

Yelu Yan’s passion flared wildly; he looked up to capture her slightly swollen lips, steadying her legs, and pushed against her through the soft fabric a few times.

Li Xianyun trembled passionately, a low moan rising from her throat, arousing and stirring, making one’s face flush and heart race.

Yelu Yan grunted lowly, his body feeling like it would explode, but in the end, he resisted, clasping Li Xianyun tightly in his arms as if he wanted to embed her into his flesh.

The woman beneath him was delicate, and with just a little grasp, her snowy skin would blush red.

After a moment, Yelu Yan’s emotions settled a little, and he let go of her beautiful leg, raising his head to gaze deeply at her small palm-sized face.

There was a layer of fine sweat on her forehead, as if it had been washed with water.

Her watery eyes were moist; her small face was flushed red, tender like a blossoming flower, so tender it seemed she might drip water.

Yelu Yan raised his hand to gently brush a stray hair from her forehead, his voice hoarse, "Let’s wait one more day. Your health is important, your husband can endure."

Yelu Yan cherished her so much, Li Xianyun had wanted to kiss him, but she didn’t dare to kiss him.

This man was so easily provoked, one wouldn’t dare to stir him up.

Finally, Yelu Yan got off her and lay beside her.

Li Xianyun, feeling a chill over her body, grabbed at her clothes to cover herself.

Fearing she might catch cold, Yelu Yan pulled open the quilt and covered her with it, wrapping his arms around her at the same time, his hand on her chest, lightly teasing her intermittently.

Li Xianyun remembered the autumn hunt planned for a few days later and her red lips parted lightly as she spoke, "Husband, will you also be hunting on the day of the autumn hunt?"

Yelu Yan looked down at her, grunted affirmatively, and said, "The Khitan are martial; the young and strong Khan must lead the hunt. It is the tradition, and your husband also wants to show you how strong your man is."

Li Xianyun smiled, "I know you are formidable."

Yelu Yan lightly tapped her nose with his forefinger, his lips curving up, "It’s good that you know."

Li Xianyun’s face showed concern, "Husband, I don’t know why, but I feel somewhat uneasy."

"Are you afraid that someone will assassinate your husband?"

Yelu Yan gently massaged her, his large hand making small movements under the quilt.

Li Xianyun found his actions difficult to ignore and squirmed slightly, letting out a soft "Hmm."

Today, while strolling through West Market, someone from the Ji Shi Tang (Relief Hall) sent word that there was a plot to assassinate Yelu Yan on the hunting day.

Li Xianyun went out of her way to learn a bit about it: the mountain forest where the hunt would take place was vast and sprawling. If an ambush were laid out in the forest, it would be very difficult to discover and very easy to succeed.

She was very worried about him.

Yelu Yan watched her with a smile, bowed his head, and pecked her face twice, "Not bad, you’ve shown some progress, learning to care for your husband."

Li Xianyun gave him a sideways glance, "Can you be serious for once?"

"What counts as serious, like this?"

As Yelu Yan spoke, his large hand squeezed firmly a few times, soft and smooth to the touch.

Li Xianyun hissed softly, raising her hand to push his, "Why are you so..."

"Lustful?"

"So you are aware."

"How can one say ’lustful’ when it’s towards one’s own woman?"

Li Xianyun pushed at him, "Get up, I need to go have my meal."

Yelu Yan encircled her in his embrace, "Alright, alright, your husband will be more proper."

Actually, he was afraid of Li Xianyun worrying and wanted to keep it from her. Since Li Xianyun had asked and he knew he couldn’t hide it, he had to be honest, "On the day of the hunt, someone will try to assassinate me."

"You already know?" Li Xianyun was surprised.

Yelu Yan seemed more omnipotent than she had imagined.

Yelu Yan hummed in agreement, "Not to hide it from you, I know who is planning the assassination and where the ambush will be; even the exact number of people is in my grasp."

Li Xianyun felt somewhat relieved; it was good that he was prepared.

"Can’t you arrest these people in advance?"

"Without a deed being done, there’s no certainty. Mere eloquence can turn the world upside down."

"Hmm."

Indeed, it was so.

Assassinating the Khan was a grave crime. Clearly, the ones to be punished this time must be influential figures of great importance.

Yelu Yan watched her unwaveringly, his smile fading, "Xianxian, do you find your life tiresome following me?"

Day in and day out, she had to live in constant fear, and she also often faced assassination and threats.

Had she married a common man, she would not have had so many troubles.

"My lord, why would you think such a thing? You’ve been so good to me, without you, I would have no place in this vast world."

If it weren’t for Yelu Yan, Murong Ce would not have let her go; he would have caught her no matter where she hid, even at the ends of the Earth.

Yelu Yan lowered his head, lifted her chin, and kissed her, thinking her feelings for him must be more gratitude than liking.

He started to overthink and worry again, especially knowing that Li Xianyun might have once had a childhood sweetheart; this made him restless.

A childhood sweetheart is not someone anyone can simply replace.

Yelu Yan knew he shouldn’t have such negative thoughts.

But he really liked Li Xianyun, liked her to the point of fearing that she was with him out of gratitude rather than genuine affection, liked her to the point of fearing someone might take her from him.

He was somewhat pathological, but he just couldn’t control it.

He was always known for his self-restraint, but since Li Xianyun came into his life, he had progressively lost control.

The two of them again indulged in bed for a lengthy time, and the daylight outside had dimmed, the room gradually darkening as the time for lighting the lamps approached.

Li Xianyun pushed at the man atop her, "My lord, if we don’t go out now, people will laugh at us."

Yelu Yan, with his mouth occupied, looked up at her and said unclearly, "They wouldn’t dare."

Li Xianyun had no choice but to plead softly, "My lord, I am hungry."

He was always insatiable, and only such words would make him stop.