The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 396 - 395 Are you my husband? (First update)

Chapter 396: 395 Are you my husband? (First update)

Li Xianyun sat in the water, looking up at the man in front of her, wanting to say she didn’t like it, but her throat was dry and rough.

Yelu Yan was tall and well-built, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, rugged and robust, his body free from any superfluous fat, each part fitting perfectly into a woman’s aesthetic ideal.

With such a physique, saying she didn’t like it would be too against her heart, and she found it somewhat hard to articulate.

Li Xianyun shyly looked at him, not knowing what had gotten into this man today to act so recklessly, and in such a breathtaking manner.

Despicable man, truly as despicable as they come.

Yelu Yan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, originally intending to tease her, but instead found himself stirred by her innocent, shy, and adorable demeanor, his body inadvertently moving slightly, pain spreading slowly from a single point.

The two gazed at each other, the surroundings excessively silent, a nameless emotion slowly creeping about, even the slightest movement capable of stirring up huge waves.

Therefore, Yelu Yan’s movement disturbed Li Xianyun, and she looked straight at it.

There, veins bulged prominently, towering majestically, almost pressing onto her face.

Li Xianyun, with her thin skin, heard a rumble in her head, having never seen such a scene before, she recoiled in shock.

Yelu Yan, of course, would not let her, and with the sound of splashing water, he submerged himself and stretched out a long arm to embrace her in his arms.

The flower branches quivered uncontrollably.

The beautiful sight shimmered tremblingly, enticingly.

Such open and honest exposure, shame enough to die of.

Li Xianyun sat in Yelu Yan’s arms, her small hands helplessly pushing against his firm chest, and finally squeezed out with difficulty, "Husband, you bathe, I, I have already bathed."

Last time in the bathhouse she had also used this sentence to fend him off, to no avail, and this time it was equally ineffective.

Yelu Yan picked up her hand, white as curdled cream, and pressed it onto his chest, "Xianxian, do you still like my body?"

Li Xianyun felt her head roaring and her face burning, especially her ears, which felt unbearably hot.

Who talks like this?

No wonder he had asked her to look earlier, he had been waiting right here.

Li Xianyun blushed and said, "My lord, I don’t understand what you’re talking about."

Yelu Yan circled his arms around her waist, soft and boneless, smooth and tender, pulling her gently and she leaned helplessly against him.

Pressed against his chest, deformed.

He bent down to look her in the eye, "Xianxian, do you honestly not know or are you pretending not to know?"

Li Xianyun bit her lip and remained silent amidst the misty steam.

"I am seducing you, is it not clear enough?"

Li Xianyun could never have imagined such words coming from Yelu Yan’s mouth; had all his pride and restraint gone to the dogs?

She glanced at him hurriedly, then cast her gaze elsewhere.

Yelu Yan held her small hand and slowly moved it, "Xianxian, didn’t you want to touch earlier? Now you can touch all you want, and of course, anytime in the future."

Li Xianyun was quite sure this man had been provoked, his methods so varied.

Such abnormal behavior must hint at mischief.

She raised her hand to hold Yelu Yan’s face, looking left and right, even pinching his handsome skin with her fingers, tugging at it.

"Are you my husband?"

"What do you think?" Yelu Yan laughed at her suspicions, having exhausted all his tricks only to be doubted by her.

"My husband would never say such things to me."

He would never utter such flirtatious words.

He would act in haste, not tease so playfully.

Hearing her words, Yelu Yan sighed softly, realizing his efforts had been in vain, and decided not to distress himself anymore; he was about to burst.

He clasped Li Xianyun’s head and kissed her fiercely.

Only when Li Xianyun’s passion stirred, and she began to respond slowly, did Yelu Yan pull back, looking at her with flushed lips.

Li Xianyun’s lips parted slightly, blushing, her eyes reminiscent of the plum rain weather in Southern Jiangnan, giving the impression of a gentle drizzle, obviously filled with confusion at his sudden retreat.