The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 631 - 629 Let’s leave a little later (first watch)

Li Xianyun saw that none of her methods worked, so she had no choice but to let Yelu Yan play with her.

But now, she had delayed for too long; it was time for a bath.

Moreover, once she finished bathing, wouldn’t everything be at his whim?

She couldn’t even wait that bit of time.

Yelu Yan chuckled, "Play a bit more before you go."

That phrase made Li Xianyun’s cheeks burn as if scorched by fire.

He then pressed his lips to her earlobe, his warm breath brushing against her ear, clearly intended to seduce her.

"Xianxian, if you open up to let me play, I will let you go sooner; otherwise..." Yelu Yan added.

The rest of his sentence went unsaid.

Li Xianyun sighed softly, allowing his hands to roam under her clothing, pushing it up and then letting it fall.

It was unbearably shy.

Only when Yelu Yan’s breathing grew heavier, his body pressing closer, and his hands began to lose strength, giving off the feeling of playing with fire, did Li Xianyun become flustered and urge him, "My lord, I should bathe now, or else the warmth you’ve just gathered will dissipate."

This snapped Yelu Yan back to reality.

He withdrew his hand, bent down, and, lifting Li Xianyun, headed towards the bathing chamber.

Li Xianyun gathered her clothes, her slim and rounded shoulders resting against his bare and firm chest.

Yelu Yan’s shirt hung open; such exposure was too provocative.

Li Xianyun had worried that Yelu Yan would harbor "ill intentions" after sending her into the bathing chamber; thankfully, he only kissed her forehead and refrained from doing anything else.

After her bath, as she walked through a bead curtain, she saw Yelu Yan reclining against the bedhead, still with his clothes unfastened, revealing an alluring physique that was nosebleed-inducing.

One of his legs was bent while the other lay casually flat, his body exuding an unrestrained and free spirit.

Yelu Yan was holding a Military Book.

His tall and robust figure leaning against the bedhead made the large bed seem small.

Upon hearing the beads rustle, Yelu Yan turned his head, a smile on his face, "Finished?"

"Mhm."

Yelu Yan closed the book and placed it on the nearby table, then extended his hand to Li Xianyun, "Cold? Come warm up in bed."

The house was heated by an underfloor system.

Even though she wore her nightgown and her freshly dried skin was still slightly damp, she wasn’t cold at all.

Li Xianyun placed her hand in his rough palm and allowed him to lift her lightly onto the bed.

Yelu Yan wrapped her in the quilt and, releasing the tie from her hair, gently dried it for her.

After her hair was dry, Yelu Yan took the wooden comb from her hand and combed it smooth.

He was extremely careful and gentle, not wanting to cause her any pain, which made his actions slower.

It would take forever at this rate.

Impatient, Li Xianyun reached for the comb but Yelu Yan dodged her.

"You can’t see, let me do it."

Li Xianyun smiled, her sweet dimples showing, for combing her hair straight didn’t require sight.

But she didn’t reject Yelu Yan’s kindness and let him comb her hair.

Once Yelu Yan finished combing her hair, he slowly laid her down on the bed.

His intense gaze held her captive, the deep pools of his eyes entrancing her.

Li Xianyun’s face flushed, not daring to meet his gaze, her tender looks filled with emotion.

Yelu Yan watched her with a smile, his desire all too evident.

Everything seemed set to fall into place.

Yet, suddenly, Yelu Yan let go of her, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes, "It’s late, let’s sleep."

Li Xianyun’s eyes opened wide in disbelief.

Yelu Yan’s body was burning like a furnace; it was clear he wasn’t in control, yet he put on a facade of ascetic restraint. It was very childish indeed.

Let’s see how long he can hold out.

Yelu Yan turned his head and saw Li Xianyun with her eyes wide open, smiling, "Sleep holding each other?"

Li Xianyun was amused and irritated by him.

Whenever they shared the same bed, wasn’t it always sleeping in each other’s arms? frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Sometimes Li Xianyun feared she might numb his arm, so she wouldn’t let him hold her as they slept, but Yelu Yan was never willing to relent.

Now he was acting as if she was the one insisting on it.

"No need." Li Xianyun said, turning over to face away.

Yelu Yan pulled her into his embrace, pressing himself tightly against her, hooking his leg around hers, "I never said no to holding, what are you mad about?"

The man was truly odd tonight—unnervingly childish, delightfully wicked.

Could it be the alcohol?

Li Xianyun had thought Yelu Yan was just talking casually.

After all, a leopard can’t change its spots, and Yelu Yan was particularly keen on "that matter," unsatisfied unless he had his fill several times each night.

Li Xianyun curled up in his arms, her hand against his chest as solid as stone, feeling his burning heat, inhaling the light scent of alcohol on him.

Although Yelu Yan had bathed, the smell of liquor was still strong; clearly, he had drunk quite a bit.

Since he didn’t want to, Li Xianyun certainly wasn’t going to force it.

Li Xianyun also closed her eyes.

But after a while, a sensation she tried to ignore but couldn’t started creeping up on her.

An itch that started at the small of her back spread out, a feeling that couldn’t deceive anyone.

Indeed, she had become accustomed to him stirring her, and now, with him doing nothing, both her body and heart were unaccustomed.

It wasn’t just him longing for her.

She longed for him too.

Li Xianyun deliberately moved in his arms, but Yelu Yan kept his eyes shut as if thunder couldn’t wake him, focused on sleeping.

After a few such small movements, Yelu Yan remained unresponsive.

Li Xianyun, however, was starting to find it hard to resist, her primal desires driving her hand to move.

Her hand caressed Yelu Yan’s chest.

It meandered slowly like a little serpent.

Meanwhile, Li Xianyun glanced at Yelu Yan, his eyelids moved sharply a few times, and his lips involuntarily curled up.

Well, clearly he was doing it on purpose.

Li Xianyun chuckled softly, no longer holding back.

Yelu Yan was initially lying on his side, embracing her.

Li Xianyun pushed him down onto the bed, straddled him under the covers, and lay on his sturdy chest.

His waist and abdomen were incredibly robust, telling of his restrained longing.

Li Xianyun purposefully sat up on him.

Yelu Yan almost let out a muffled groan—of course, because it felt good.

Li Xianyun, mimicking Yelu Yan’s actions, kissed his lips, her mouth opening as she explored, entangling with him.

His lips and tongue carried the taste of alcohol, which seemed to seep into Li Xianyun’s mouth as they kissed, intoxicating her.

Li Xianyun’s fair, little face flushed a deep red, appearing truly drunk, instinctively doing certain things.

Finally, she understood why Yelu Yan always liked to take advantage of her while she slept deeply.

In her sleep, he could do as he pleased, and the stolen joy was indeed delightful.

Li Xianyun pulled away from Yelu Yan’s lips, kissing his handsome cheeks, his neck and protruding Adam’s apple, followed by his collarbone and his strong chest.

Until she rested on his chest, opening her small mouth to take him in.

Yelu Yan finally couldn’t restrain himself anymore, his eyes snapped open, and like a fierce beast, he flipped over, and in a whirlwind, he pinned Li Xianyun beneath him.

The desire in his tiger-like eyes burned ferociously like a raging fire.