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The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan

Petite Princess VS Rough Khan On their wedding day, Yelu Yan told Li Xianyun that apart from affection, he could provide her with endless wealth and honor. After the marriage, he indeed kept his promise, cherishing her in the palm of his hand. Little did he know, the more he cherished her, the deeper she burrowed into his heart, right to the very top. Not long after the political marriage with the Khitans, Li Xianyun gradually noticed earth-shattering changes around her: Initially, the commoners who disliked her began to worship her as a deity... The court officials accusing her of bewitching their lord were now pleading with her to consummate the marriage with the Khan... The most perplexing of all was her husband in name; wasn’t he the one who said he wouldn't give her emotional affection? Why was he always following her around? Little theater scene 1: One day, Yelu Yan cornered Li Xianyun against the wall. “Why are you avoiding this Khan?” “They say you might have taken a liking to your servant.” “Remove ‘might’, isn’t it obvious enough from how this Khan acts?” “But you said you wouldn’t give your servant emotional affection.” Yelu Yan held his forehead; he had indeed said too many foolish things. “The Han people always say that one should start a family and then establish a career; clearly, the two are not in conflict.” Little theater scene 2: The sun had risen high, yet Yelu Yan was still clinging to Li Xianyun. “Get up quickly, I have to leave. There are patients on the street waiting for my consultation, the good fields to the west need irrigation, the homestead plots in the east need measuring, and I have to oversee the silk reeling and dyeing... Uh...” “Your husband is a patient, don’t you care for him?” Li Xianyun looked at the man tough enough to rival ten bulls and was utterly speechless.

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459 How come you can't wait any longer? (Second update)

Fortunately, Yelu Yan still retained some sanity. While kissing Li Xianyun, he took the writing brush from her hand and hastily placed it on the inkstone desk.

With his long arms enveloping her supple waist, Yelu Yan pulled her into his embrace and sat down on the Taishi Chair behind him.

Li Xianyun was seated on one of his legs.

Because his legs were spread out, Li Xianyun's thigh was pressed firmly against something hard; she didn't need to think twice to know what it was.

It seemed as if he had been thirsty for a very long time.

On reflection, it hadn't been long at all; they had been intimate just the day before.

In the past, he had gone many years without such pleasures and had been fine, but now he couldn't wait even a single day.

As Yelu Yan kissed her, his hands were not idle, wreaking havoc upon her chest.