The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 531 - 530 people should not be judged by their appearances, and the vastness of the sea cannot be measured (first update)

Chapter 531: 530 people should not be judged by their appearances, and the vastness of the sea cannot be measured (first update)

Yelu Yan finished speaking but did not let go of Li Xianyun. Instead, he kept her pinned against the corner, playfully watching her with a smile.

Because he was so tall, he blocked the warm yellow light behind him, and Li Xianyun’s delicate figure was completely shrouded in the shadow he cast.

Li Xianyun’s little face was tender and pink, she gently bit her moist lips, looking resentfully at the tall and burly man before her.

She had already said earlier that she would let him have his way today, but he insisted on making her answer.

He liked to tease her, he liked to see her shy and unable to control herself.

This man was not only shameless but also childishly annoying.

Li Xianyun looked to the side and gave a soft "Mmm."

Yelu Yan was delighted, bent his head down, and fiercely captured Li Xianyun’s lips.

He was like a lurking beast, suddenly leaping out gracefully to catch the pitiable prey.

A lingering, airtight kiss enveloped her.

He kissed Li Xianyun until she was limp and powerless, only by clinging to his sturdy shoulders could she prevent herself from collapsing.

Just as Li Xianyun’s breathing became labored from the kiss, Yelu Yan let her go, His iron arms tightly encircled her, as if hating not to crush her into his embrace.

He was like a person lost in the desert who had not drunk water for long days and had an extreme thirst for it.

He indeed had been neglected for far too long.

Yelu Yan carried Li Xianyun to the wardrobe, picked up clothes for them to change into, and with Li Xianyun in his arms, headed to the bathhouse.

The thermal pool in the bathhouse was already filled with hot water; steam was dense in the air, carrying a faint fragrance.

Yelu Yan set Li Xianyun down and raised his hand to remove her clothes.

Li Xianyun knew what was coming next; her little face was flushed red as if steamed in a steamer, unbearably hot.

The body that had been parched for several days seemed to start disobeying orders, craving ablution, desiring destruction.

She must be mad.

But then she thought, it seemed unfair to blame her entirely.

Not only men had desires, but women too.

Yelu Yan slid off Li Xianyun’s heavy outer garment, leaving only the pitiful undergarment clinging to her body, revealing a body that was delicate and exquisite, shadowed just enough to stir endless fascination.

Being scrutinized so unabashedly by Yelu Yan’s gaze, Li Xianyun finally couldn’t bear it and turned around to untie the sash of her dress.

There was the sound of rustling clothes from behind her; the man behind her seemed a bit hasty, breathing somewhat hurriedly.

No sooner had Li Xianyun untied the strap of her undergarment, the burly man behind her immediately wrapped his arms tightly around her, placing his hand where it shouldn’t be, right over her chest.

The two of them pressed close together, any thrilling changes palpably felt.

Li Xianyun couldn’t help but gasp in a cold breath; he was already beyond composure, unprovoked, to call him a stud would be an understatement.

Yelu Yan planted kisses one by one along the nape of her long neck.

It made Li Xianyun shrink her neck, calling out in a delicate voice, "Husband."

Her voice shattered, stirring a yearning to cherish.

Yelu Yan gave a "Mmm," carried Li Xianyun horizontally, and stepped directly into the hot spring pool.

Li Xianyun exclaimed, "Husband, my clothes..."

Her undergarment and drawers had not yet been removed.

"Let me help you," Yelu Yan said, already hugging Li Xianyun as they submerged into the water, sitting on the bench by the edge of the thermal pool.

The warm water surrounded them, very comfortable.

After the clothes were soaked in water, they immediately clung to the body, soft and limp.

Li Xianyun was wearing a white silk undergarment that, before it got wet, shimmered and fitted perfectly.

Now that it was wet, it had almost become transparent; her fair and tender skin was revealed, strikingly prominent, dazzling to the eyes.

Yelu Yan only felt as if flames had ignited over his body. What started as mere sparks had now become a raging inferno.

At first, Li Xianyun was completely unaware until Yelu Yan’s gaze, fixed on the opening of her garment, became so impure—staring intently, unblinkingly, his dark eyes swirling with infatuation and amazement.

She looked down and felt her blood rush to her head, and she couldn’t help but exclaim in shock. She wanted to turn away, but Yelu Yan had already pulled her into his embrace, her fair and soft body pressing tightly against his solid chest, deforming its shape, the cleavage growing even deeper.

Yelu Yan lifted her smooth, delicate chin, forcing her to look at him, "Xianxian, let your husband help you wash."

Li Xianyun was about to refuse when Yelu Yan fiercely captured her lips.

"Mmm..."

Li Xianyun closed her eyes like a startled deer the moment he seized her lips, as if blocking her vision amplified all other sensations.

She felt Yelu Yan’s kiss, her hand slowly resting on his firm chest.

Men always undress quickly.

Li Xianyun had just untied the ribbon of her undergarment, but Yelu Yan had already stripped bare, his other parts hot and throbbing.

Yelu Yan abandoned all self-restraint, kissing her deeply, inch by inch.

His kisses drained Li Xianyun of her strength, leaving her leaning weakly against him, dependent on him; his kisses made Li Xianyun raise her fair hand, gently placing it on Yelu Yan’s firm chest.

The chest was covered in scars that had healed, hideous yet not diminishing the man’s rugged and wild masculinity.

Their contrasting skin tones, one snow-white and the other the color of wheat, pressed tightly against each other, making for a stark contrast.

Such contrast always seemed to arouse strong desires.

Everyone has a base and wicked side.

Yelu Yan had one too.

In front of Li Xianyun, he always wanted to bully her mercilessly, wanting to hear her beg and shout, wanting to see her losing control of herself.

The two were lost in their passionate kiss for an unknown time before Yelu Yan finally released Li Xianyun’s lips, allowing her to lean against the wall of the hot spring, her head buried down.

The wall of the hot spring was sloped, with a waterproof cushion at the top, just right for someone to rest their head on.

Suppressing her shyness and heartbeat, Li Xianyun said, "Husband, my lord, I... I still need to wash."

Yelu Yan, his head buried between her breasts, slightly lifted his head and whispered against her skin, "Let your husband help you."

But he was not truly bathing her; his hands roamed her body, light to firm, igniting fires.

Before long, Yelu Yan had removed her damp undergarment, throwing it onto the side of the pool.

Afterward, Yelu Yan lifted Li Xianyun onto him, positioning her on his lap, aligning their bodies.

Li Xianyun was afraid, yet yearning.

Looking up, Yelu Yan’s eyes were fervently red and filled with deep affection as he gazed at Li Xianyun. In a magnetic, husky voice, he tempted her, "Xianxian, kiss your husband."

Li Xianyun was spread wide open, firmly pressed against him, and could only comply obediently.

She cupped Yelu Yan’s face with her hands, which seemed too delicate and tiny in comparison to his cheeks.

Li Xianyun slowly moved closer; her gaze shifted from his burning eyes to his lips.

Yelu Yan’s lips were very attractive, thin and defined.

They say men with thin lips are heartless, and that was what she thought when she first met him. Unexpectedly, as they got to know each other, Yelu Yan was not only affectionate but also very clingy.

Indeed, appearances can be deceiving, and the depths of the sea immeasurable.

Li Xianyun leaned in, opened her mouth, and captured his lips, sucking on them as if savoring candy, even parting her lips to explore further.