The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 532 - 531 He really led her astray (second update)

Chapter 532: 531 He really led her astray (second update)

Yelu Yan had long since lost his self-restraint.

Li Xianyun had made great progress in the art of kissing.

In their initial kisses, she used to be very nervous, her lips tightly sealed, not daring to open up, and even when she did, she would silently endure his dominance.

Now she could imitate his kissing style.

He really had led her astray.

Li Xianyun took everything seriously, including kissing. Just as she was earnestly learning to kiss like Yelu Yan, he couldn’t help but groan.

"My lord," Li Xianyun opened her misty eyes, looking at Yelu Yan somewhat bewilderedly.

But she quickly noticed something amiss and looked down, her little face blushing red-hot.

Yelu Yan watched her infatuatedly, took hold of her head, and kissed her lips, murmuring ambiguously, "Xianxian, you are like a little demoness who ensnares the soul; your husband might as well die on top of you."

Li Xianyun’s eyes sparkled, and his words made her burn with even greater intensity.

As Yelu Yan spoke, he gripped Li Xianyun’s slender and tender waist, raising it significantly higher before lowering it bit by bit.

Li Xianyun wrapped her arms around Yelu Yan’s neck, her beautiful brows furrowed tightly, her lips slightly parted, revealing her white teeth, and she moaned softly, feeling her back go numb.

"My lord..." Li Xianyun’s voice was filled with sobs and trembles, pitiful and endearing.

Yelu Yan turned his head and pecked lightly at her earlobe and cheek, his speech breathy, "Xianxian, don’t be afraid, your husband knows moderation, hmm?"

Li Xianyun clung tightly to Yelu Yan’s sturdy neck and rested her smooth chin on his solid shoulder, nodding lightly in response.

Yelu Yan forced himself to suppress the wicked thoughts surging inside him, embracing her for a moment, kissing her gently several times. Seeing that Li Xianyun did not resist too much, he grew more reassured and started to exert more force.

Li Xianyun closed her eyes tightly, clutching his arms firmly, her brows furrowed into small hills, involuntarily whimpering in a delicate voice.

Yelu Yan kissed her lips, cheeks, and neck, coaxing her.

The words meant to soothe were tender, yet his actions were anything but hesitant, becoming increasingly unrestrained.

Li Xianyun regretted letting him have his way.

Even when she didn’t let him, he was without scruples; now, he was even more indulgent and unrestrained.

Yelu Yan said he wanted to die on her; what about her?

He didn’t allow her even a moment’s breath, she felt she would truly die.

Waves surged in the hot spring pool, one higher than the other, the sound of water echoing in the bathing chamber.

It went on and on.

Time seemed to reach eternity at this moment.

It was long, long after that Yelu Yan finally carried Li Xianyun out of the hot spring pool, droplets rolling off their bodies.

Although it was the cold winter season, the steam from the warm water made the bathing chamber as warm as spring.

Yelu Yan set Li Xianyun on a stool, pulled a long, wide cloth from the wooden rack, and wrapped her up in it.

Their gazes intertwined. Li Xianyun, shy and unable to bear it, unconsciously pursed her lips.

Like a lotus flower rising from the water, she was unspeakably delicate and shy.

Indeed, she had done as she said, letting him do as he wished, answering every call, enduring her shyness and cooperating demurely.

He himself felt that he had gone too far.

Just now, Li Xianyun had been leaning against the pool’s edge, her creamy delicate hands gripping the soft pillow on the wall tightly. Because of her effort, the tender blue veins on her hands were clearly visible, and goosebumps had formed on her tender back.

Still, she bore it silently.

Yelu Yan was immensely pained by this, and eventually, he gradually stopped, embracing her from behind and kissing her neck and cheeks, gently turned her rosy cheek, and kissed her lips, intertwining with her.

Li Xianyun kissed him back, her eyes brimming with mist and looking at him timidly yet with a hint of longing, she called out, "My lord~"

The sweet and charming voice fell into one’s ears, with a hook that tantalizingly scratched an itch deep within the bones.

"Xianxian, you..." Yelu Yan looked at her with some disbelief.

Li Xianyun’s eyes dodged, and she softly said, "Husband, I’ve ultimately been led astray by you."

It turned out she had always known what he was thinking.

Yelu Yan’s heart and soul were immensely stirred, and as he kissed her lips heavily, he mumbled, "Little enchantress."

Having said that, he let go of all restraints completely.

So savage, so rough.

By comparison, Li Xianyun then realized just how gentle he had been with her before.

Li Xianyun gritted her teeth and endured, for hadn’t she sought this out? No matter what, she had to hold on.

Only why wasn’t it as difficult as she had imagined, but instead, like many times before, filled with an inexplicable emotion that left her mind hollow, unable to think, all her feelings and thoughts following her sensations.

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Eventually, Li Xianyun became somewhat embarrassed under Yelu Yan’s gaze and leaned forward, softly nestling in his embrace.

Yelu Yan chuckled softly and grabbed a smaller towel to dry Li Xianyun’s hair, "Xianxian, we’re husband and wife, there’s no need to be shy."

Li Xianyun didn’t respond until a while later with a "Hmm", and continued to snuggle into Yelu Yan’s arms, letting him tend to her.

Yelu Yan wrapped Li Xianyun’s wet hair ends with the towel and then bent down to wipe the water off her body. After he was done, he dressed her in a nightgown.

He then hastily put on his own nightgown before continuing to dry Li Xianyun’s hair. Once her hair was half-dry, Yelu Yan carried her out of the bathhouse.

Khan and the queen were in the bathhouse, so the maids didn’t dare approach and could only wait at a distance. Only when they heard the door opening did they quickly come over to serve.

Hearing the footsteps, Li Xianyun blushed and burrowed further into Yelu Yan’s chest.

Yelu Yan lowered his head to whisper soothingly in her ear, "Don’t be afraid."

As he said this, he looked at the maids hurrying over and ordered indifferently, "Leave."

The maids quickly halted and stepped aside.

Back in the inner room, Yelu Yan poured Li Xianyun a cup of hot water to drink, then had her lie on the bed to sleep while he continued to dry her hair.

Sleeping with wet hair can cause headaches.

Li Xianyun, while lying down, dozed off into a blur, feeling as if she had just fallen asleep, when someone started to pull at her clothes.

The familiar breath and the rough fingertips sliding against her sensitive skin made it understood who it was without even thinking.

Li Xianyun breathed heavily, too tired to even want to lift her eyelids, "Husband..."

Yelu Yan bit her delicate earlobe, his magnetic voice murmuring in the night, "Xianxian, you sleep, don’t mind your husband."

With him like this, how could she sleep?

Not until Yelu Yan had his fill did he withdraw.

Soon, the sounds dissipated from Li Xianyun’s ears; she was truly tired, utterly exhausted.

Yelu Yan had nearly taken someone apart.

Li Xianyun fell into a deep sleep, vaguely remembering Yelu Yan lying on the bed as he cleaned her, applied medicine.

But they were just snippets of a drowsy memory, unclear whether it was a dream or reality.

After that, she remembered nothing else; when Yelu Yan went to sleep was even more elusive.

The next morning, as usual, Yelu Yan was up early, practicing swordsmanship in the training grounds beside the primary building.

Having been fully satisfied the previous night, he felt completely relaxed.