The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 686 - 684 Side Story 8: Husband, do you want a boy or a girl?

Chapter 686: 684 Side Story 8: Husband, do you want a boy or a girl?

Li Xianyun pursed her lips, "I’m very happy too."

The couple joked and laughed as they returned to the Khan Palace.

Next came the bathing and washing up.

Yelu Yan wanted to bathe with Li Xianyun, as the two often took baths together, which would lead to them making love while bathing.

But things had changed.

When Yelu Yan, as usual, took some fresh clothes and wanted to follow Li Xianyun to the bath, she stopped him.

Li Xianyun laughed, "Husband, don’t be like this."

"You can rest assured, I’ll be careful not to touch you."

But Li Xianyun didn’t believe him one bit, "I am not yet three months pregnant, my body can’t be stimulated like that, let’s wait until after three months before you can be close."

Even then, ’being close’ meant only satisfying his cravings with kisses and touches, as going any further was not permissible.

Although medical texts say that if the position is right, it is possible for a woman to be intimate with a man during pregnancy.

However, Li Xianyun didn’t want to take the risk; now that she was pregnant, she needed to be responsible for the small life within her and ensure there were no mishaps.

"I’ll just kiss, and then... touch a little."

Li Xianyun blushed at his words, "Husband, why are you like this."

With a smile in his eyes, Yelu Yan said, "If I can’t even do these things, what’s the difference between me and a monk?"

"It’s just for a month or two, after that we can still be appropriately close."

As a physician, she naturally knew a bit more, so Yelu Yan had no choice but to give in, obediently saying, "Then I’ll go to another bath."

The main building had two adjacent baths, separated only by a wall.

After Li Xianyun bathed, she returned to the inner chamber.

Yelu Yan was already lying back against the headboard, reading a book, with his muscular chest exposed, radiating wildness.

He was always so unguarded in front of her.

Yelu Yan put the book on the table by the bed, pulled Li Xianyun into his arms, and poured her a cup of warm water, handing it over.

One often feels thirsty after a bath.

Li Xianyun, lazing against Yelu Yan’s sturdy chest, her soft boneless hands cradling the teacup, sipped slowly with her head bowed.

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Yelu Yan planted a firm kiss on her delicate cheek and his hand naturally wove through her hair, combing it orderly.

Though Youlan had wrung out her hair, it still felt a bit damp.

It would lead to a headache if she slept like that.

Combing it with his hands would dry it more quickly.

"Why did it take you so long?"

With her lips still beaded with water, Li Xianyun said, "It took a bit longer to wring out my hair."

"Next time, let me do it for you, so we can talk a bit more."

The couple didn’t spend much time together during the day, mostly just when sleeping. If he didn’t actively seek her out, their time for talking was even shorter.

"I’m afraid it’ll affect your work," Li Xianyun replied, sounding high-minded.

Yelu Yan pinched her cheek with a smile, "You’re pretending to worry about my work, but you’re actually afraid I’d get handsy, aren’t you?"

Li Xianyun paused as she drank, giving him a smiling glance, "My husband really has a discerning eye."

Yelu Yan’s hand continued combing her hair, reaching her earlobes, he squeezed her soft earlobes, "I always keep my promises."

Li Xianyun had just finished her water when Yelu Yan took the cup from her and placed it on the side table.

Once he had dried Li Xianyun’s hair, Yelu Yan cuddled with her to sleep.

The long night, though lacking the passionate fervor and deep sweetness of the past, seemed not so tough as long as they were together.

Yelu Yan looked down at the delicate woman in his arms, who was fiddling with his clothes.

The couple, who once reveled night after night, entwined in love, were not sleepy despite the late hour.

Li Xianyun raised her eyes to look at Yelu Yan, "Husband, do you want a boy or a girl?"

"I’m fine with either, as long as it’s our child, I’ll love them."

Yelu Yan paused for a moment before asking, "Do you hope for a boy or a girl?"

"My thoughts are the same as yours; whether it’s a boy or a girl, either is good."

Yelu Yan nodded, "I haven’t had the time today, but tomorrow I will compose a letter to the Emperor and Empress, so that they can share our joy too."

"Mhm."

Li Xianyun knew that her writing a letter and Yelu Yan writing a letter had very different implications.

Yelu Yan’s action was to let the Emperor and Empress know that she was very cherished in the Khitan, and this would also put their minds at ease.

Li Xianyun, touched by Yelu Yan’s thoughtfulness, couldn’t help but kiss him on the chin, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him, "Husband, you’re the best."

Men need praise too; the more you praise them, the harder they work, the better they treat you.

Although Li Xianyun was young, she understood the ways of a husband and wife very well.

Yelu Yan raised his hand to touch his chin, the spot she had kissed seeming to retain Li Xianyun’s fragrance, still feeling the softness of her touch.

"Xianxian, you’re tempting me."

Yelu Yan had been persevering, and now, because of a kiss, the calm surface was broken, and desires emerged.

Yelu Yan moved close to Li Xianyun’s little face and said softly, "Xianxian, let’s just kiss, nothing else."

Used to being affectionate with Yelu Yan every day, the sudden austerity was hard for Li Xianyun to adapt to, so she lightly hummed in agreement.

Yelu Yan’s gaze moved from her eyes to her tender, rosy lips.

The kiss landed softly and densely, his hand naturally covering her chest.

Causing trouble.

Once they started kissing, things got out of control.

Li Xianyun was pressed by Yelu Yan and finally opened her lips.

Letting him in.

The two of them entangled in a kiss.

The quiet room filled with the faint sounds of a man and a woman kissing.

Although Yelu Yan’s hand reached inside her collar, he did not venture into her skirt.

He still had restraint.

For some time after that, Yelu Yan did nothing more than focus on kissing and burrowing his head into her chest, causing mischief but not going too far.

Besides that, Yelu Yan started coming back to the Khan Palace more frequently and stayed longer each time.

Sometimes he had to visit the barracks.

Yelu Yan would ride there at breakneck speed, settle the matters quickly, and rush back without delay.

He gave all his attention to Li Xianyun, as always.

But Li Xianyun wished Yelu Yan would go deal with his official duties quickly so she could write her book.

When Yelu Yan was around, she really couldn’t get anything done.

Yelu Yan wasn’t purposely causing trouble.

But when you’re busy, having a pair of tiger-like eyes relentlessly gazing at you can be distracting.

Yelu Yan was the kind of person who was hard to ignore; with him around, you simply couldn’t settle down to write.

But she had to finish writing the book as soon as possible.

Every woman’s physique is different, and their morning sickness varies.

But for most women, morning sickness starts after the first three months of pregnancy.

Morning sickness is unbearable; it feels like all your insides want to come out, and you can’t get anything done.

Li Xianyun wanted to take advantage of her current ease to finish writing the book so that she could relax more later on.

Yelu Yan’s incessant affection was airtight, slowing down her progress in writing.