The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 461 - 460 Aren’t you going to drink water? (First update)

Chapter 461: 460 Aren’t you going to drink water? (First update)

Li Xianyun leaned against the head of the bed, looking at Yelu Yan timidly, as if she were staring at a ferocious beast in a flood, shaking her head, "No, I don’t want to drink anymore."

Yelu Yan sat on the edge of the bed, his deep eyes imbued with a thick sense of amusement. He leaned over, wrapped Li Xianyun in his arms, his large hand gripping the back of her neck, forcing her to tilt her head back to face him, rendering her immobile.

Yelu Yan’s lips pressed against hers.

Why would Li Xianyun be willing to open her mouth?

Yelu Yan raised his hand to gently pinch her smooth and soft chin.

With her eyes closed and her eyelashes trembling, Li Xianyun finally opened her mouth, and the water flowed in.

She swallowed with her head tilted back, making faint sounds that seemed deafening in the still of the night.

A mouthful of water went down her throat.

Li Xianyun’s one hand still clung to the quilt, while the other wiped the water droplets from the corner of her mouth.

Some water had spilled out while Yelu Yan was feeding it to her.

Yelu Yan looked at Li Xianyun’s pouty and delicate little face, her eyes filled with reproach, her lips red and full, the hand wiping her mouth long and slender, pale and smooth, as if boneless.

She looked utterly pitiable, stirring compassion in others.

Yelu Yan found himself besieged by wicked thoughts again for some reason.

He had finally understood what it meant to be "living in a drunken dream."

Yelu Yan’s Adam’s apple bobbed significantly, and he asked with his handsome thin lips parted, "Do you want more?"

Upon hearing that, Li Xianyun quickly shook her head, clearly too scared to drink any more.

Yelu Yan lowered his head, staring unblinkingly at her.

Li Xianyun’s beautiful eyes were slightly moist with tears, her whole delicate self like a berry ripened in autumn, ready to burst with juice at the slightest touch.

Helpless and pitiable.

But why did she seem so tempting to bully?

Yelu Yan laughed, "How can that be enough? Drink another mouthful."

"No, I don’t want to drink anymore..."

Li Xianyun was panicked and trembling with fear, clutching the quilt, ready to flee.

Yelu Yan naturally wouldn’t let her escape, enveloping her in his arms. He took a sip from the teacup on the desk, then carelessly placed the cup back on the desk before his lips met hers again.

Li Xianyun seemed like a rabbit in the jaws of a tiger, struggling constantly. In her panic, her quilt fell off, revealing her stunning figure.

Yelu Yan, who wore nothing at all, was made up of large swathes of muscle, resembling towering peaks, and his wheat-colored skin added to his wildness.

With the quilt no longer between them, their bodies were pressed tightly together.

The pale white of her skin contrasted starkly with his darker wheat color.

The difference between their physiques was like heaven and earth.

One soft and exquisite, the other strong and majestic.

Xunzi once said that human nature is inherently evil, and it often makes sense in many situations.

Like now, faced with the delicate beauty and the tender softness of the woman in his arms, Yelu Yan constantly wanted to bully her, to run unrestrained like a wild horse in the vast wilderness.

Li Xianyun pushed against him with all her might, but inevitably her strength was insufficient, and in the end, she let him feed her the water.

However, quite a bit had also spilled out.

The clear water slid down her fair cheek following the contour.

Yelu Yan gazed at Li Xianyun foolishly, following the trail of water with his kisses, taking the water into his mouth bit by bit.

To make the kissing more comfortable, Yelu Yan gripped her slim waist, burying his head in the crook of her neck and chest.

Li Xianyun’s fair little face blushed deeply, her hands helplessly resting on Yelu Yan’s shoulders.

His densely thick hair tickled her chin, creating an itch that seemed indistinct whether it was on her chin or somewhere else, mingling together.

Li Xianyun’s porcelain white teeth lightly bit her lower lip, gently shutting her eyes, her voice soft and melodious.

Suddenly, she gave a soft "hiss", hugging the head on her chest, pleadingly calling out, "My lord..."

Yelu Yan grunted heavily, continuing as he pleased.