The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 477 - 476 You are more thoughtful (first update)

Chapter 477: 476 You are more thoughtful (first update)

Li Xianyun listened to Yelu Yan’s victorious chuckle, feeling both ashamed and embarrassed, but the difference in strength was simply too great. Unable to resist even if she wanted to (not that she had considered it), she could only soften in his embrace, at the mercy of his whims.

Yelu Yan slid his hand under her skirt, and covered her; what was separated by several layers of fabric was now without any barrier.

"Mmm..."

Li Xianyun let out a soft moan, shrinking back, but she was held so tightly that she couldn’t dodge away.

Yelu Yan raised his head to kiss Li Xianyun’s lips, probing forward and intertwining with her.

All of Li Xianyun’s attention was focused on that one spot; she just parted her lips, allowing him to come in and disturb, while her body had already become a mess.

Yelu Yan, accustomed to wielding weapons, had a layer of callouses on his fingertips, hard and rough, now laying upon her softness, and in just a few moments, it made her lose control.

In just a short while, Li Xianyun’s half-closed eyes were already brimming with a moist light, mirroring another place.

Her pale hands tightly clutched Yelu Yan’s clothing, sitting up uncontrollably several times.

Only then did Yelu Yan withdraw from Li Xianyun’s lips, looking up at her flushed little face with a mischievous smile, "That quick, huh?"

She was indeed tender.

Li Xianyun no longer cared about his heated gaze.

Now, aside from the clothes hanging on her shoulders, everything was wide open to him.

Yelu Yan’s gaze was like a torch, igniting her body, sparking fireworks.

To bloom like that before his eyes, it was truly embarrassing.

Li Xianyun, struggling with shyness, wouldn’t let him look, wrapping her arms around Yelu Yan’s thick neck, softly pressing her head against his shoulder, helplessly like a drowning person who finally grasped a floating log.

The laughter in Yelu Yan’s eyes grew deeper as he gently kissed her ear and neck, "Shall we continue?"

Li Xianyun didn’t want to pay him any mind, but she really liked it dearly, so she just softly "Mmm" in response.

Yelu Yan then became unreserved, even more excessive than before.

With her defenses undone, she both hoped for him to be more excessive and yet feared his excess.

Such a contradiction.

But Yelu Yan was skilled at plucking at people’s heartstrings, and in such matters, he never allowed Li Xianyun to be in control.

After toying back and forth a few times, Li Xianyun was already overwhelmed; her small hand tightly gripped Yelu Yan’s through the fabric of his clothing, pleading, "Husband, my lord, please no more, no more."

But Yelu Yan, now playful, didn’t listen, and instead intensified his actions.

Li Xianyun cried out, moaning, drenched in sweat, trembling more and more violently.

She clung tightly to Yelu Yan’s neck, so tight there was no space between them.

Her fiery little face pressed against his head, as though only by holding him tighter could she ease the unrooted pleasures of her body.

Yelu Yan, long since unable to contain himself, forcefully suppressed his surging desires until she had calmed a little, then repeated the previous movements.

After several times, Li Xianyun couldn’t take it anymore and passionately kissed Yelu Yan’s cheeks and lips, breathing hotly, her gaze full of tenderness and entreaty, "Please."

Yelu Yan had been waiting for these words; his rough hand supported her thigh as he carried her swiftly towards the bed.

Xuanyi Pavilion was a royal property. Although vacant, it was still cleaned periodically.

Since this estate had been established as Xuanyi Pavilion by Li Xianyun, Palace Attendants came to clean daily.

The quilts and bedding on the bed were freshly changed, very clean.

Yelu Yan carefully placed Li Xianyun onto the pale blue quilt with patterns, then pressed down upon her, heavy and hurried kisses raining down like a storm.

At the same time, his hands were not idle, stripping her bare in moments, her lower garments tossed who knows where.

Yelu Yan roughly tore at his own clothes.

With his frantic desire, it was as if he had been spellbound.

Li Xianyun’s face flushed red, and seizing the moment Yelu Yan kissed her neck, she finally got a chance to breathe and pleaded in a trembling voice, "Husband, the bed curtain... "

"Leave it be," Yelu Yan said, preoccupied with kissing her and without a moment to spare.

"No—" Li Xianyun protested in a delicate voice.

Yelu Yan had no choice but to quickly straighten up and, tearing off his robe, he tossed it aside and reached for the curtain.

But the more hurried he became, the more issues arose.

Something seemed to be wrong with the bed curtain, as it wouldn’t come down.

With the strength of an ox and in a frenzy, Yelu Yan used a bit of force and the bed curtain was torn down to the ground.

Just as Li Xianyun was about to speak, Yelu Yan bent down and kissed her, his arms and shoulders covered in large, powerful muscles.

They exuded masculine tension and wildness.

Yelu Yan, with her lips in his mouth, said hastily, "Let’s just leave it like this."

Soon, Li Xianyun was too overwhelmed to care about such things.

Yelu Yan lifted her slender and straight legs, positioning them.

With one thrust, he...

Li Xianyun felt him and her gaze went blank; she was scared of how he was made yet filled with anticipation.

It truly felt like it would be the death of her.

The bed quickly began to shake, accompanied by the jumbled and unrestrained sounds of a man and woman.

These sounds persisted for a long while before finally subsiding.

It was over at last.

Li Xianyun lay on the bed, limp as a rag, but then she saw Yelu Yan still towering erect upon sitting up, merely switching positions.

She truly wanted to cry but had no tears.

Yelu Yan tenderly kissed her lips and coaxed, "My darling, bear with it, it’s almost over."

Then he picked up Li Xianyun, put her on her stomach on the bed, and pressed his entire body onto her.

The chaotic noises started up once again.

This time, the commotion was much greater and lasted much longer than before.

Only in the middle of the night, after reaching a climax, did the sounds come to a halt.

After cleaning up a bit, Yelu Yan ordered hot water to clean Li Xianyun.

Following the ordeal, Yelu Yan sat up in bed, pulling Li Xianyun into his embrace.

Li Xianyun was very tired, but he had stirred her to the point that she felt not the slightest hint of sleepiness. Lazily nestled on his firm chest, she listened to his strong and vigorous heartbeat and surveyed the messy room, speaking in a tender voice, "Husband, look at the mess you’ve made."

He had even pulled down the bed curtain; anyone would think too much of it.

Yelu Yan lifted his hand and stroked her tender face intermittently, laughing, "We did what a husband and wife should do, what’s there to be ashamed of?"

"You’re not even embarrassed." Li Xianyun playfully slapped him lightly.

Yelu Yan chuckled softly.

Li Xianyun had been wanting to talk to him about something, and now she finally had a chance.

She looked up at Yelu Yan, "Husband, does mother not wish to return to the palace to live?"

Yelu Yan tapped her nose twice with his forefinger, the doting obvious in his eyes about to spill over, and he laughed, "How did you know?"

"Mother likes peace and quiet; she would definitely feel constrained if she lived in the palace. How about this, let Mother reside in the third courtyard of Xuanyi Pavilion. Mother is passionate about medical practice. It would be perfect for her to diagnose and treat there, and in the future, when the school is established, she can teach medical skills if she wishes."

If the disciples received Tia’s authentic teachings, and there were many physicians with superb medical skills in the world, it would truly be a great boon for the people.