The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 690 - 688 Side Story 12: Couple Bickering (Second Update)
Chapter 690: 688 Side Story 12: Couple Bickering (Second Update)
Li Xianyun didn’t realize the seriousness of the situation. "I was just joking."
Yelu Yan quickly retorted, "Many truths are expressed through jokes, so you really are tired of me."
Li Xianyun blushed with laughter, "I was really just joking, just teasing you."
But Yelu Yan did not believe her.
"I know I am old-fashioned and boring, not good at cheering people up, and I’m careless and don’t understand your thoughts. So you despise me, you’re fed up with me, wishing I was far away from you and that’s why you’re pushing other women at me."
Li Xianyun laughed out of frustration, "I really didn’t think that way, you’re overthinking it."
"Xianxian, no matter what, I only have you in my life, there will never be anyone else, so you better drop the idea of finding me another woman."
This was a matter of principle.
Li Xianyun’s emotions were already unstable, and now she grew angry. Why couldn’t he understand?
Moreover, pregnant women are also more sensitive. At that moment, Yelu Yan’s angry glare and darkened face that looked like it could rain were very fierce, and she said unpleasantly, "Believe it or not, just go to the court session and leave me in peace for a while."
This was one of the rare arguments between the couple.
Because it was a matter of principle.
Yelu Yan looked at Li Xianyun sadly for a moment, wanting to say something. But knowing that whatever he said would make Li Xianyun angry, he silently turned around and left.
The maids outside were stunned by the commotion inside.
Khan and the Queen were actually arguing.
Upon seeing Khan leave in a huff, Youlan, worried, walked into the inner chamber and placed a cup of water on the bedside table.
"My lady, please calm down. You shouldn’t get angry while you’re pregnant."
Li Xianyun said aggrievedly, "I just made a joke, and he blew up at me, looking so fierce."
Youlan held her breath; Khan had always been very cautious in front of the Queen and now, to blow up at her was indeed something big.
"My lady, you know how much Khan cares about you. He has lost weight during the days you’ve been suffering from morning sickness. Khan loves you so much, how could he bear to be fierce to you? There must be some misunderstanding."
"He was really fierce to me," Li Xianyun said arrogantly.
Youlan finally understood what it meant to be spoiled. When Li Xianyun was still confined to her maiden chambers, she never was so unreasonable; it was all Khan’s spoiling.
Footsteps approached the door.
Li Xianyun looked towards the doorway and saw Yelu Yan standing there, having shed his fierce demeanor, with his dark eyes intensely focused on her, looking disheartened.
Hadn’t he left? Why had he come back after just a few words?
Li Xianyun looked away and leaned against the bedhead, ignoring him.
Youlan, very tactfully, bowed to Yelu Yan and silently retreated.
Yelu Yan approached Li Xianyun, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at her pitifully, "Xianxian, it was my mistake, I shouldn’t have been fierce to you."
Li Xianyun had calmed down too. She had been vomiting quite often, her body felt uncomfortable, which escalated to her emotions.
She had been too impatient just now.
"I shouldn’t have made that kind of joke either."
Yelu Yan sighed in relief, held Li Xianyun in his arms, "Xianxian, shall we try not to fight anymore?"
"Hmm."
A cool breeze came in, rustling the leaves of the large-leafed sycamore.
Li Xianyun snapped out of her reminiscence and leaned her head toward Yelu Yan, pursing her lips.
The message couldn’t be clearer.
Yelu Yan bowed his head and kissed Li Xianyun’s lips.
After a fleeting kiss, Yelu Yan lifted his head slightly and looked into Li Xianyun’s spirited autumnal eyes, asking, "Is it okay?"
Li Xianyun hummed in approval, her gaze returning to his handsome lips, desiring more.
Yelu Yan, who had been holding back for days, could hardly resist those eyes. He captured Li Xianyun’s lips with his, kissing her deeply.
Li Xianyun moaned softly in pleasure, her eyelashes fluttering, placing her hands, raising high, around Yelu Yan’s neck, venturing forward with her mouth.
The two entwined, emitting soft sounds like gentle ripples of water.
Yelu Yan grew more passionate, his grip on her tightening.
Li Xianyun got scared, pulled her head back slightly, and separated from him.
Yelu Yan’s eyes burned with desire, still not recovered, "What’s wrong?"
"Be careful with the baby."
Yelu Yan then realized his mistake and quickly loosened his arms.
Li Xianyun looked down and saw his arousal—she could always easily stir him.
Yelu Yan also saw it, cleared his throat, and said slightly embarrassed, "I’ll get out soon."
Li Xianyun was also aroused, she too had been deprived for a long time.
"Dear, why don’t we take a bath?"
Yelu Yan looked at her slightly swollen belly, "Isn’t that too risky?"
"I have a way."
Li Xianyun said, standing up and pulling Yelu Yan towards the main building.
Yelu Yan pulled her into his arms, carried her horizontally, smiled at her, and walked briskly towards the main building.
In the summer, the weather was hot, and Li Xianyun, being pregnant, always sweated a lot, so she bathed and changed clothes often.
The bathhouse had warm spring water at a constant temperature, ready for bathing at any time.
Yelu Yan brought their change of clothes and carried Li Xianyun to the bathhouse.
While undressing Li Xianyun, Yelu Yan looked up at her, "Are you sure it’s okay?"
He was still worried, concerned it might harm Li Xianyun’s body.
Unlike Li Xianyun, who often thought of the baby, Yelu Yan cared more about Li Xianyun.
Li Xianyun smiled and said, "You’ll know soon."
Mysterious.
After Yelu Yan finished undressing Li Xianyun, he quickly removed his clothes, bent over, and carried her into the bath.
The floor around the bath was slip-resistant, so there was no fear of slipping.
They both entered the water.
Through the misty steam, Yelu Yan gazed at Li Xianyun.
She was more than four months pregnant, and except for her belly and chest, she hadn’t gained weight anywhere else—her delicate face as small as a palm, her skin bright and white as snow.
Li Xianyun already had a stunning figure, and after getting pregnant, her chest had grown even larger.
So white and tender.
Irresistible.
Yelu Yan pulled Li Xianyun into his embrace and lowered his head to kiss her water-dampened cheeks and lips.
Sucking.
Li Xianyun became soft in Yelu Yan’s arms, letting him do as he wished.
Yelu Yan, having longed for this moment, indulged his hands and mouth thoroughly.
Li Xianyun wrapped her arms around Yelu Yan’s head, her eyelids gently closed.
Yelu Yan kissed all over her cheeks, tangled in her lips for a long time, then traveled down her swan neck to her chest.
Facing his gentle nibbling.
Li Xianyun arched her chest outward, her mouth slightly parted in a soft hiss.
Feeling Li Xianyun’s response, Yelu Yan became even more unrestrained.
He took her in his mouth aggressively, then suddenly released her.
With each such move, Li Xianyun parted her lips in a soft moan.
Yelu Yan seemed never to tire of kissing or playing, even though he was intensely aroused.
Li Xianyun looked down through the clear spring water.
Almost startled.
So robust.
Terrifying.
Although she was used to it, it still made her apprehensive.
Yelu Yan felt her body stiffen instantly and smiled, "Don’t worry, I won’t touch you."
"Dear, please sit on the edge of the bath," Li Xianyun said.
