The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 691 - 689 Side Story 13: Daily Pregnancy Life (First Update)
Chapter 691: 689 Side Story 13: Daily Pregnancy Life (First Update)
Yelu Yan could roughly guess what Li Xianyun was about to do and said, "Xianxian, I don’t wish for you to force yourself."
Seeing Li Xianyun humbly trying to please him, he felt distressed.
Li Xianyun smiled and replied, "My lord, what do you think I am going to do? It’s not what you’re imagining. Come on and sit up."
Yelu Yan, puzzled and feeling like he was lost in a fog, still did as he was told.
After Yelu Yan sat down properly, Li Xianyun leaned in, picked him up, and placed him in the middle of her chest.
Li Xianyun, already voluptuous, had grown much larger there after becoming pregnant; her bosom pressed tightly together.
Yelu Yan hummed with pleasure, his face also flushed with color.
"Xianxian, you...where did you learn this from?"
Li Xianyun had been looking down, her hands cradling and caressing her chest; now, she lifted her head from the misty water vapor, her delicate little face bearing a gentle smile.
In fact, she wasn’t completely ignorant. Before the marriage alliance, Nanny had given her a book filled with all sorts of messy things.
It made her blush and her heart race, feeling she would never do such shameful things in her life.
But after forming a heartfelt connection with Yelu Yan, they did such things every day.
Actually, Yelu Yan surely knew much more than she did, but he never pressured her to do anything and was very considerate of her feelings.
It was the first time Li Xianyun was doing such a thing, and she was rather awkward. She thought it would take a long time to succeed—or perhaps never succeed.
But she had succeeded quite quickly.
Stains were splattered all over Li Xianyun.
Li Xianyun watched as Yelu Yan lost his self-control in front of her.
After Yelu Yan had calmed down a bit, he leaned down from the edge of the bath, embraced Li Xianyun in his arms, and said through gritted teeth, "Xianxian, you really are a little vixen."
Looking at his bloodshot eyes and that fierce look, Li Xianyun felt as if he wanted to devour her.
And indeed, that was exactly the case.
Yelu Yan then kissed Li Xianyun fiercely, not giving her a chance to think, not allowing her a moment to breathe.
The passion was intense as a blazing fire, threatening to burn someone to ashes.
Li Xianyun was genuinely scared that his roughness might hurt the child.
Fortunately, Yelu Yan wasn’t completely irrational. He refrained from making excessive demands, and he didn’t completely lose strength in his hands.
Seeing that Li Xianyun was distracted, Yelu Yan left her lips, lifted his head slightly, and stared at her from close range, "Xianxian, focus. Your husband knows his limits and won’t hurt the child."
Li Xianyun nodded, reddening.
Yelu Yan captured her lips with his, his hand now cupping her perky behind.
In the following days, Li Xianyun often treated Yelu Yan this way.
The two of them would often fool around late into the night.
But as Li Xianyun’s belly grew bigger, her body started to feel weaker.
The little one inside her belly was causing a commotion.
Especially when Li Xianyun ate, the little one became particularly lively, sometimes punching her from inside her belly, other times kicking her, causing Li Xianyun to grimace in pain several times.
Yelu Yan hated to see his woman suffer so much; he swore to settle the score with the little one once he or she was born.
Yelü Lie never knew what he did to offend Father Khan, who was always unusually strict and cold towards him, only to have unwittingly annoyed Father Khan already.
After eight months of pregnancy, Li Xianyun’s belly had grown so large that she couldn’t even see her toes when she stood.
Li Xianyun could no longer bend over, and it was always Yelu Yan who trimmed her toenails, continuing his unwavering care for her as she bathed.
Yelu Yan saw that Li Xianyun’s two pale, small legs were swollen sky-high, pressing down would leave a dent that took ages to disappear.
Seeing this clenched Yelu Yan’s jaw tight, how could he not feel distressed when his woman was suffering so?
Since Li Xianyun’s pregnancy had advanced, her body became very cumbersome, and her lower legs and feet swelled up like cotton balls every day. Yelu Yan often accompanied her on walks, rubbing her legs and feet, but they remained severely swollen.
Through the steaming mist, Li Xianyun looked at the tall man before her and reassured, "Husband, it’s alright. In just over a month the child will be born, and the swelling will go down then."
Yelu Yan, distressed, had a hoarse throat and after a long while only managed a grunt in response.
After bathing Li Xianyun, Yelu Yan lifted her from the tub, wrapped her hair in a soft cloth, took a soft towel to wipe away the water droplets, dressed her in her nightclothes, and then bent down to pick her up.
Li Xianyun voiced a protest, "Husband, let me walk by myself."
After getting pregnant, she had gained over twenty pounds, all of which seemed to go to the child, while she herself remained slender and lithe, with her chest and hips full and plump, a figure that men admire.
Yelu Yan, with his arms around her, laughed and said, "Afraid I’ll drop you?"
Every time he carried Li Xianyun, he was extremely cautious, how could he dare to show even the slightest negligence?
"It’s too heavy; I’m afraid you won’t be able to carry me," Li Xianyun laughed.
Yelu Yan laughed, "I could carry two of you with one hand, let alone just you."
Li Xianyun thus let him carry her.
Yelu Yan carried Li Xianyun to the bed and wiped her hair dry.
Once her hair was dried, Yelu Yan looked up at Li Xianyun, "Do you need to apply the ointment?"
The medicine was specially prepared by Li Xianyun to remove stretch marks.
Li Xianyun’s skin was still smooth and pale as peeled egg whites, but beneath her belly, there were several tortuous stretch marks, blood-brown in color, looking quite frightening.
She didn’t want to become ugly, so she prepared some mild medicine that could remove the stretch marks without harming the child.
Li Xianyun leaned against a propped-up soft pillow at the head of the bed and nodded, "Bring the mirror too."
Yelu Yan had just stood up to sit back down, "Xianxian, don’t look in the mirror, they will disappear after the baby is born."
Every time Li Xianyun looked in the mirror and saw those hideous stretch marks, she felt very downhearted.
Yelu Yan didn’t want her to feel unhappy.
Li Xianyun raised her swollen, rounded little foot and nudged Yelu Yan’s arm, "I want the mirror."
Yelu Yan had no choice but to get up and fetch the mirror and ointment, placing them on the table.
Li Xianyun reached to lift the clothes over her belly, but Yelu Yan leaned over before her and flipped the garment up, revealing her rounded, white belly.
The little fellow inside her womb clearly wasn’t asleep yet, as her navel bulged out into a half-ball—the little one’s head.
Li Xianyun lovingly placed her hand over it.
It seemed as though the baby sensed her touch and responded with a little punch.
That amused both Li Xianyun and Yelu Yan, and they laughed together.
Yelu Yan looked at Li Xianyun and then at her rounded belly, saying, "Go to sleep quickly and give your mother a break."
But the little one continued to do as it pleased, stirring up trouble.
Li Xianyun took out the mirror and placed it at the bottom of her belly, her fine brows lightly furrowing, "There’s another stretch mark, it’s so ugly."
Yelu Yan opened the lid of the ointment, scooped out a dollop the size of a bean, and gently smeared it at the base of Li Xianyun’s belly, blending it in with his index and middle fingers, "Not ugly, no matter what, I like you."
"Saying one thing and meaning another, what man doesn’t like his woman to have skin as white and smooth as snow?"
