The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 407 - 406 Getting clingier to him (first update)

Chapter 407: 406 Getting clingier to him (first update)

Li Xianyun gently hummed a soft "mm," bonelessly clinging and snugly nestled within Yelu Yan’s broad and solid embrace. She closed her eyes, foolishly feeling the tenderness that Yelu Yan brought her.

She thought of something, suddenly sitting up straight, her delicate arms still hanging around his neck.

Yelu Yan was startled by her, thinking something had happened, and asked while embracing her, "What’s the matter?"

"Husband, Sheng Heng was able to enter the capital so effortlessly; he must have been targeted. When those people learn of his departure, they will surely send someone to capture him, to threaten us. We must send someone to save him."

He thought it was something serious.

A smile tugged at the corners of Yelu Yan’s lips as he drew closer and gently rubbed his nose against hers, "Hidden Guards have already been dispatched for his protection. If we had to wait for you to think of it, would it not be too late?"

Li Xianyun cooed a gentle "hmm," once again seeking the comfort of his broad embrace.

She was truly becoming more and more attached to him.

Yelu Yan was delighted in his heart, yet he pinched her slender waist, which could be encircled with one hand, and said with a smile, "Don’t hug me just yet, I have something to ask you."

Li Xianyun already knew what he wanted to say. She clung to Yelu Yan’s neck and pressed herself against him, cooing, "Let’s hug."

Her voice was so tender and delicate, it could melt someone into the sweetness of honey, reluctant to leave.

Yelu Yan had no choice but to let her snuggle into his arms. He turned his head to look at her, and with a chuckle, he said, "I heard what you said to Sheng Heng today; was it true?"

"It’s false," Li Xianyun said shyly, unable to bear it.

"I know it’s true," Yelu Yan pulled Li Xianyun away from his embrace, as she looked up at him foolishly. He smiled, "Say it again, I want to hear it."

She really didn’t want to repeat those mushy words like "Blessed for three lifetimes" and "Having devoted my true heart, I can’t accommodate another."

"I have forgotten," Li Xianyun stubbornly resisted, "Husband, what kind of gentleman eavesdrops at the wall?"

"I have never claimed to be a gentleman; I’m the wretch beneath your skirt," he retorted.

His words were becoming more and more suggestive, hardly befitting the stature of a monarch.

Li Xianyun humphed softly, remaining silent.

Yelu Yan watched her cute demeanor, knowing he had no way of forcing her to admit it if she firmly denied it.

From the very beginning, Li Xianyun had him tightly within her grasp.

But what’s the point in a war of words? Actions speak louder.

Yelu Yan secured the back of her head and nibbled haphazardly on her face, until a blush crept onto her small face. Only then did he raise his head, his voice hoarse with laughter, "In any case, you are mine and cannot escape."

Li Xianyun held his handsome face with her tender white hands, gently stroking, and said with a smile, "Husband, you really are domineering."

As she spoke, she kissed his lips, taking the initiative and ravaging him.

Her emotions today had been a rollercoaster, all her myriad feelings condensed in her heart. She wanted her mind to go blank, to experience that extreme delight of emptiness in her brain.

She wanted to indulge.

Li Xianyun was rarely so proactive, and Yelu Yan was overjoyed. At first, he reciprocated gently, but soon felt her kisses were too soft and restrained, not hearty enough.

He took control in an instant, returning her kiss like a sweeping storm.

Li Xianyun’s eyelids fluttered closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly as she couldn’t help but moan softly, entwining with him in their passion.

Yelu Yan was someone who ignited at a single touch, and with Li Xianyun straddling him, how could he not know?

As expected, after nibbling on her face, Yelu Yan kissed her earlobes, taking them into his mouth and gently nibbling.

It made Li Xianyun shiver.

A moment later, Yelu Yan moved to her swan-like neck, his hand also finding its way there.

Because she was dressed in men’s clothing, the area was tightly bound with a chest wrap, which was utterly inconvenient.