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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.

Fruit Jelly · 历史言情
分數不夠
568 Chs

237 As One Wishes (Second Update)

Li Xianyun's tiny heart was filled to the brim, and this feeling inexplicably soothed her sorrow.

She must have been crazy to let Yelu Yan do such a thing.

Yelu Yan picked up the new undergarments and slipped her delicate white foot into them, and then the other foot, slowly pulling up her undergarments.

But in the end, he was a man in the prime of his life––a man who had been repressed for so long.

Yelu Yan, ultimately unable to restrain himself, followed the clamor of body and mind, bent down to pick up Li Xianyun, and kissed her fiercely, with passionate entanglement.

His arms were so strong, his chest so firm, his body burning hot, yearning loudly within his heart.

Yelu Yan had long since realized that his life was in Li Xianyun's hands; with just a beckon of her finger, he was willing to crawl at her feet like a slave, to be dispatched by her, willing to do anything for her, even if it meant sacrificing his life.

He was completely lost in the gentle world of Li Xianyun.