The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 630 - 628 Move aside. Won’t move. (Second watch)

In the cold of the night, nestled in Yelu Yan’s embrace and spared the effort of walking herself, Li Xianyun was very warm.

Yelu Yan, smiling, looked down at her and asked, "Tired?"

"Not tired," Li Xianyun realized something and hastily corrected herself, "Tired, dead tired."

If she said she wasn’t tired, this man would mercilessly bully her at night.

But if she said she was tired, Yelu Yan would be more considerate.

Yelu Yan looked at her with a smile, "It’s too late to change your answer now, Xianxian, haven’t you heard that attempts to hide only reveal and the more you describe, the darker it gets?"

As he spoke, he leaned down to her ear, practically biting her ear, and whispered, "Tonight let your husband truly... you."

The word "do" was spoken with a breathy voice, as though holding some kind of magic, which instantly ignited Li Xianyun’s blood.

Her skin flushed hot, and she glanced at him sideways.

As their relationship grew more intimate, this man became increasingly unreserved and unrestrained in front of her, not just in his actions but also the words that came out of his mouth were becoming more and more rude and indecent without limit.

Yet what puzzled Li Xianyun was not only that she didn’t resist this, but there was even a faint liking for it.

Perhaps it was because Yelu Yan was her man.

Besides, a husband’s desire for his wife can hardly be faulted.

What still amazed Li Xianyun, though, was that amidst all of Yelu Yan’s official duties, apart from dealing with court affairs and leading armies to battle, constantly toiling day after day, even someone as tough as iron should be tired.

Yet, in bed, Yelu Yan was still ferociously vigorous, showing not the slightest sign of weariness.

And it was like that every night.

One or two times were never enough to satiate him.

Only when Li Xianyun was at her absolute limit would Yelu Yan reluctantly spare her.

After experiences between a man and a woman, Li Xianyun often thought, there are two types of men women can’t afford to provoke.

One is the men who lead troops into battle.

Physically strong and bursting with energy, they bring the fierceness of the battlefield to bear upon women, not stopping until you’re torn apart and scattered to pieces.

And then there are the men deeply committed to their careers, men in their thirties who haven’t yet enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh—they too are impossible to provoke.

Once they have discovered the myriad delights of the marriage bed, they can’t think of anything else, their minds preoccupied with that singular thought as if they never knew what it was to be satisfied or weary.

Unfortunately, Yelu Yan was both, so Li Xianyun felt her life as a wife was much harder than others’.

However, it wasn’t all bad.

Having gotten used to a certain way of life, a sudden change would actually feel unsettling.

This was something Yelu Yan had made her profoundly aware of.

This man was always leading her down a path of debauchery and she was heading further and further along it.

That day was one of jubilation and high spirits for the Khitan soldiers.

The Khitan effortlessly took over a large and wealthy city from Houliang without the loss of a single soldier or civilian.

Houliang was truly frightened, and as soon as the formidable Khitan forces arrived at the city’s gates, the tall doors swung open.

The Prefectural Governor came forth with a host of officials, official seals in hand.

Murong Ce, seeing no chance to turn the tide of battle, returned to Houliang’s capital.

Before leaving, he entrusted the leadership of his armies to a general he trusted immensely.

Little did he know that as soon as he left, the general was slain in his sleep.

The Houliang soldiers were left headless, instantly scattering like loose sand.

The main faction within the city advocating for surrender gained the upper hand.

Thus, a dramatic scene ensued, as the Khitan hadn’t even begun their assault before the Prefectural Governor opened the gates to surrender.

So, the Khitan soldiers marched into the city with ease.

Like other men from the steppe, Yelu Yan loved his drink.

Such exhilarating news seemed incomplete without a bit of drinking.

That evening, Yelu Yan drank quite a bit of wine, yet he was far from drunk.

Yelu Yan had a high tolerance for alcohol, and Li Xianyun had never seen him drunk.

They say a full belly breeds lascivious thoughts.

From the moment he saw Li Xianyun, Yelu Yan’s gaze was impure, and upon her return from outside, he pinned her to the bed for a fervent barrage of kisses and tearing at her clothes.

His hands grew increasingly unrestrained.

Li Xianyun quickly immersed herself in their intimacy until Yelu Yan tore off her underwear and slipped his hand inside.

Li Xianyun abruptly opened her eyes, her small hand pressing against the one causing havoc beneath her underwear, while the other pushed against the head nuzzling her white chest, "My lord, we haven’t bathed yet."

Yelu Yan moved up her body, kissing her tender lips, truly wanting to say let’s not bother with bathing.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

But Li Xianyun was particularly fond of cleanliness, and though she might agree if he coaxed her, she would surely regret not bathing afterward.

And Yelu Yan didn’t want to see her regret.

Eventually, Yelu Yan withdrew his hand.

He kissed her lips intensely, and after ravaging them, he rolled off her and heavily lay back on the bed, lifting his hand to show Li Xianyun with self-satisfaction.

The tips of his fingers glistened.

Li Xianyun blushed with shame, struggling to get up for her bath.

Yelu Yan grabbed her small hand, "I’ll bathe first, let the hot steam warm up the room, then you can bathe without catching cold."

Li Xianyun gratefully accepted Yelu Yan’s considerate suggestion.

Before heading to the bath chamber, Yelu Yan made a particular request, "Xianxian, I’ll be quick, don’t fall asleep."

"I know."

Inwardly, Li Xianyun scoffed. Even if she did fall asleep, wouldn’t Yelu Yan just wake her up anyway?

Had he not succeeded every time?

Li Xianyun lay still for a while, then got up to make the bed, pulling apart and smoothing the quilt.

Just as she finished, Yelu Yan emerged from the bath chamber wearing a loose nightgown.

His nightgown flapped open, unfastened, revealing his firm chest and abdomen as he walked straight towards her.

Clearly, it was a deliberate attempt to entice.

Li Xianyun headed towards the wardrobe, intending to grab a change of clothes—Yelu Yan had arranged for all of Li Xianyun’s garments to be brought over from Yanzhou.

When passing by Yelu Yan, Li Xianyun meant to sidestep him, but he blocked her path with a stretch of his long arm.

He enjoyed teasing her.

"Move aside," Li Xianyun said discontentedly.

"No," he simply replied.

Tall and broad, Yelu Yan had to lower his arm slightly to block her.

Li Xianyun tried to duck under his arm.

But she was caught by Yelu Yan, who encircled her slender waist and bent to embrace her from behind.

Li Xianyun’s small hands grasped at his arms, trying to break free, but it was as futile as attacking a rock with an egg.

In the end, Li Xianyun laughed out of frustration, "Let go, I need to bathe."

But Yelu Yan not only didn’t let go, his hand naturally slid into her collar and grasped her chest.

He had developed a certain habit.

Day and night differed; he couldn’t just do as he pleased during the day, and with his busy official duties and Li Xianyun’s own tasks, the two couldn’t simply stick together all day long.

Yet Yelu Yan seemed to find another sort of pleasure. As long as they were together, he would seat her on his lap, with the arm behind her casually resting on her slender neck, and naturally proceed to slide his hand under her collar.

Every time they spoke, Yelu Yan insisted on playing with her like that.

Moreover, in a very annoying manner, as she pulled his hand away, he would slide it back in again and again.

Eventually, Li Xianyun resorted to clutching at her collar, but he countered by slipping his other hand beneath her clothes to seize and knead her.