The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 611 - 609 Xianxian, can you dance? (First update)

After Yelu Yan gave instructions for weapon-making, he sat down at the table with Li Xianyun to have a meal.

As always, he took care of Li Xianyun with meticulous attention.

Li Xianyun picked up a piece of meat for him, "My lord, you shouldn’t just look after me, eat something yourself."

"Hmm."

"My lord, I will return to Yanzhou early tomorrow morning."

Yanzhou still had a pile of matters waiting for her.

"Alright, tomorrow I will have Jinwu personally take you back."

"Hmm."

As they were to part the next day, both of them wanted to please one another, showing more passion than usual.

Yelu Yan started to get handsy during bath time, but was pushed out by Li Xianyun.

"Stop fooling around."

Leaning against the door, Yelu Yan asked, "Xianxian, can you dance?"

Li Xianyun suddenly looked up at him, "My lord, did you go through my things?"

On second thought, she realized Yelu Yan was too busy for such things, who would have the time to rummage through her belongings?

It was simply astonishing that both had thought of the same thing.

Indeed, in addition to a change of clothes, Li Xianyun had also brought a dance costume with wide body and narrow sleeves.

She had forbidden Yelu Yan from going through her bags last time, partly because she feared he’d make a mess, but also because she didn’t want him to discover this dance costume she had brought from Houtang.

Yelu Yan had never seen her dance, and she wanted to dance for him.

In the face of war, one always feels incredibly insignificant, with an uncertain future changing in the blink of an eye; hence, Li Xianyun wanted to be good to Yelu Yan.

Yelu Yan glanced towards the washroom, where Li Xianyun had just taken her bags.

He had thought they contained only a change of clothing.

"So, what’s inside the bag?"

"I’m not telling you."

Li Xianyun said as she locked Yelu Yan outside the door.

When she opened the washroom door again, her gaze instantly fell on the tall, imposing figure leaning against the door on the opposite side.

The moment Yelu Yan saw Li Xianyun, his eyes lit up instantly.

Li Xianyun was dressed in a dazzling dance costume.

The broad neckline revealed Li Xianyun’s long, swan-like neck and her delicate collarbones, as well as the top half of her cleavage.

Her figure was curved in all the right places, the kind that would make anyone’s nose bleed on sight.

The wide body and narrow sleeves of her costume gave glimpses of her beautiful and graceful figure through the light gauze.

This dance costume displayed her beauty without reservation, so mesmerizing one couldn’t look away.

Saliva pooled in Yelu Yan’s mouth, his Adam’s apple bobbed heavily, as he wished he could just pull Li Xianyun over and ravish her thoroughly.

Under his fiery gaze, Li Xianyun’s ears and cheeks grew warm. She resisted the unbearable shyness and opened her lips lightly, "My lord, didn’t you want to see me dance? I’ll dance for you."

"Good," Yelu Yan responded with a brilliant smile.

Li Xianyun saw he was still gazing intently at her, not moving, looking entranced and foolish, so she smiled and took his large hand.

That touch seemed to bring Yelu Yan back to life.

He pulled Li Xianyun into his embrace, kissing her lips.

Li Xianyun pushed and dodged, turning her head away, laughing, "I haven’t started dancing yet."

"But your husband can’t wait any longer."

He was impatient, lust clouding his reason.

In fact, Yelu Yan’s large hand was already on her chest, having kissed her several times already.

Li Xianyun laughed, "My lord, please try to hold back."

With Li Xianyun’s resistance, Yelu Yan was forced to stand up straight and let her lead him to sit on the Taishi Chair.

Li Xianyun stood poised and graceful on the open floor of the main hall, beginning her dance.

Her steps were light, as feathery and gentle as could be, with each turn and leap being lively and beautiful.

Her light footsteps and supple figure complimented each other, like a flowing painting that intoxicated the observer.

She was dancing the highly challenging Spinning Fox Dance.

As Li Xianyun spun, her sleeves fluttered, making her seem like a Goddess who had descended to earth, purely beautiful.

Li Xianyun, spinning, came to Yelu Yan’s side, like a delicate bird retracting its wings, resting in Yelu Yan’s embrace.

Yelu Yan held the beauty in his arms, utterly enraptured.

Li Xianyun looked at him with a smile, breathing lightly, her proud chest heaving provocatively, "Did I dance beautifully?"

"Beautifully."

Yelu Yan gazed at her foolishly, lifting his hand to caress her smooth cheeks, and said in a daze, "Xianxian, you have completely ensnared my soul."

Li Xianyun laughed, "If you like it, I’ll dance for you often."

"Good."

Yelu Yan said, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

Li Xianyun saw the surging desire in his deep eyes, her heart pounding non-stop, her long lashes fluttering, her lips gently pursed.

The shy beauty was even more irresistible.

Yelu Yan’s large hands roamed, eyeing those spirited eyes, slowly leaning in, his gaze falling upon her inviting, tender red lips, taking them into his mouth, while his hand wandered to the neckline of Li Xianyun’s dress.

During the dance, when Li Xianyun was either jumping or bowing her head, those areas seemed ready to break free, tempting others to pluck and play with them.

Li Xianyun has always been like the moonlight, chaste and refined, but tonight’s Li Xianyun was different, like a thorny rose revealing its fragrance in the dark night, bewitching and charming, making one’s heart quiver.

Yelu Yan’s body was rigid with passion, and wicked thoughts circulated throughout him.

At this moment, Yelu Yan completely indulged himself, kissing her impatiently, as if he couldn’t wait to devour her.

Li Xianyun could not withstand his fiery desire.

Her breath was chaotic, her voice disrupted, her heartbeat erratic, and her stance was thrown into disarray.

She allowed him to press down and torment her, feeling as if her whole body would fall apart.

And on top of her, someone was still unsatisfied.

Li Xianyun deeply regretted, her little hands tightly gripping his arms, her entire body washed over as if by water, opening her mouth to plead for mercy.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, only shattered and fragmented sounds came out.

Such sounds are the last thing a man wants to hear.

He only grew more aggressive.

The bed curtains seemed to be swept up in a sharp chill, fluttering and trembling, mixed with the man’s satisfied sounds.

The next morning, Li Xianyun opened her eyes and saw that enlarged handsome face.

Yelu Yan looked down at her, smiling, "Awake?"

Li Xianyun murmured an affirmative, raising her hand to rub her eyes and sleepily said, "Husband, why have you not left?"

Yelu Yan smiled, "It’s still early."

Li Xianyun looked up at the window lattice; dawn was just breaking, with a faint morning light.

She loved to sleep, but when something troubled her mind, she would wake up early.

Li Xianyun put her head back down on the pillow, her body feeling sore and limp.

Yelu Yan looked at the exhausted Li Xianyun, feeling quite guilty.

"Xianxian, it’s my fault, I was too indulgent last night, I didn’t consider your feelings."

After several rounds last night, Yelu Yan finally relented, applying ointment to her when he saw she had reached her limit.

They had been intimate countless times, but Li Xianyun was always so delicate and tender, each time was like the first, always making it impossible to stop.

Li Xianyun gave him a sideways glance, "Now you know, I begged for mercy countless times last night..."

In truth, it wasn’t all Yelu Yan’s fault.

She hadn’t exactly been suffering; in fact, there was a heated feeling in her head, and subconsciously, she liked it when Yelu Yan was rougher with her.

The rougher, the better.

She begged for mercy while at the same time clamored for more, in such a contradiction.

She didn’t understand what was wrong with her.

Thinking about how she had clung to him, begging, Li Xianyun’s face flushed crimson, unable to continue speaking.