The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 544 - 543 doesn’t really care about offspring (first update)

Chapter 544: 543 doesn’t really care about offspring (first update)

Yelu Yan, however, remained set in his ways, peeling Li Xianyun’s clothes while kissing her tender, fair cheeks, his scorching breath fanning the jade-like skin.

Always so fervent as if it had been ages since he’d tasted meat.

Li Xianyun turned her head to dodge, her lips parting lightly as she said, coquettishly, "My lord, I truly have something important."

Yelu Yan sought Li Xianyun’s lips, clamping onto them and spoke indistinctly, "Let your husband finish first."

With that, he kissed her deeply, entwining his mouth with hers.

Li Xianyun couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, forcefully pushing against his rock-like chest, feeling as if she were being pinned down by a mountain.

Fortunately, Yelu Yan finally pulled away from her mouth after his satisfaction, kissing her cheeks and the napes of her ears.

Seeing how eager Yelu Yan was, Li Xianyun swallowed back the words she had wanted to say.

Forget it, she would speak later.

Her face flushed, she lowered her eyelashes, and the long lashes cast shadows on her tender, fair skin; her soft hands wrapped around his head, allowing him to do as he wished. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

After an indiscernible amount of time, dripping with sweat like he had been washed with water, Yelu Yan planned to leave.

Feeling his movements, Li Xianyun tilted her head back, wrapping her arms around his neck, her watery eyes staring into his, her lips moist and unusually red, "My lord, let’s have a child."

Yelu Yan instantly stiffened, but at that moment, he did not have the liberty to ask—leaving only the words "Xianxian, be good" before he departed.

But he was still too late, and he sullied Li Xianyun’s jade-like body.

Yelu Yan kissed Li Xianyun’s blushed and fair face deeply, then lifted his head and said with considerable guilt, "Xianxian, I’ve dirtied you, your husband will get something to clean you up."

Li Xianyun had no choice but to loosen her soft arms.

Yelu Yan gave her a deep look, stood up to wash himself briefly in the cleansing room, and then approached the bed with a wooden basin.

The wooden basin contained warm water and a soft cloth for wiping.

At that moment, Li Xianyun was staring wide-eyed at the bed canopy above her, lost in thought when she noticed some movement and turned her head to stare intensely at Yelu Yan.

Seeing Li Xianyun turn her head away bashfully, Yelu Yan cleared his throat, "I left in such a hurry just now, I didn’t have time to grab any clothes."

As he spoke, he dressed himself and sat beside the bed to clean Li Xianyun.

The stains on Li Xianyun’s body had already been wiped off with the sweat-towel from the table; the parts below had yet to be cleaned.

Yelu Yan parted her, as he had done many times before, and meticulously cleaned her while lying gently on the bed, yet his mind was clearly occupied elsewhere.

He pondered the words Li Xianyun had whispered in his ear earlier, and also the recent events that had unfolded.

Li Xianyun’s raised legs shifted slightly, "My lord, a quick clean will suffice, I want to bathe in the bathhouse later."

Every time after Yelu Yan finished, if she was still alert and had the energy, she would go to the bathhouse; if she was too tired and sleepy, she would postpone the bath until the next morning.

She couldn’t stand the sticky feeling on her body.

Yelu Yan responded, finished cleaning Li Xianyun, covered her with the quilt, then laid down next to her, embracing the slipperiness of her body, and gently stroked her sweat-dampened forehead.

"Xianxian, what were you saying just now?"

Nestled in his strong arms, Li Xianyun looked up into his handsome eyes, exhaling softly like an orchid, "My lord, let’s have a child."

She couldn’t bring herself to say the repulsive words, asking Yelu Yan to take another woman. Just the thought of Yelu Yan being affectionate with another woman made her unbearable.

Li Xianyun had never thought of sharing Yelu Yan with another woman.

She seemed delicate, but in reality, she was quite independent and domineering.

Since she didn’t want Yelu Yan to have other women and didn’t want to part from him, she couldn’t selfishly deny him heirs—that would mean she had to bear him a child.

Even with a child, she could still seek revenge for Huanhuan.

Yelu Yan asked, "Didn’t you not want children before? How come you’ve suddenly changed your mind? Did someone else say something to you?"

The other day, Yuchi Qian, with Yelu Xuan, entered the palace and talked with Li Xianyun for quite a while.

With Yuchi Qian pregnant, Yelu Yu was overjoyed, sharing the news with several close friends, and Yelu Yan and Yelu Yu had always been on good terms, so naturally, he was aware.

Yelu Yan’s eyes held a scrutinizing gaze, making Li Xianyun feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Li Xianyun shifted her gaze away, "It’s not because of anyone else; I want a child of my own accord."

Yelu Yan’s deep eyes flickered.

She wanted a child for his sake.

Li Xianyun’s willingness to consider his feelings, making such a big concession, how could he not be moved?

But he couldn’t bear to see her do something against her will.

He liked children, but the thought of the pain Li Xianyun would endure in childbirth made him unwilling.

It’s said that giving birth is like walking through Ghost Gate Pass, and even some women lose their lives because of childbirth.

That made Yelu Yan even more reluctant for Li Xianyun to bear children for him.

The two of them living happily together for a lifetime seemed quite nice.

"Xianxian, you know, I don’t care about having heirs," he said.

Yelu Yan extended his rough hand, gently pinched her delicate chin, turned her little face towards him, and had her look at him as he repeated the words she had already forgotten.

"Since my coming of age, my grandmother did not refrain from arranging marriages for me, using the excuse of continuing the family line. If I had put so much importance on heirs, I would have agreed long ago, why would I have waited for thirty years?"

Li Xianyun was amused by his comment and raised her hand to cup Yelu Yan’s cheeks, kneading them up and down, "Waited thirty years? And you’re proud to mention it?"

He had just passed the age of thirty; that meant he included even his childhood years.

Influenced by her, a smile appeared on Yelu Yan’s face, "I only care about you, I don’t want you to suffer for my sake."

There wasn’t anything or anyone that could make his woman suffer, and that included himself.

"My lord, I’m not suffering, it’s my own desire to have a child, to have a child that belongs to both of us," she insisted.

The more she said this, the more heartsick Yelu Yan became, and he kissed Li Xianyun’s little face tenderly, saying, "But I don’t want children. You’re still young; let’s talk about it in a few years. Let’s just say it’s for my sake that you’re putting this off."

Li Xianyun wanted to laugh, but she couldn’t.

This man treated her so well; it was beyond her imagination.

How could she not cherish such a good man?

Li Xianyun stood up and pushed Yelu Yan down onto the bed, straddling him. She lay on Yelu Yan’s sturdy chest, looking down at him from above and, imitating his manner, kissed his lips, opening her mouth to entwine with him.

A blush actually spread across Yelu Yan’s wheat-colored cheeks. Taking advantage of the moment Li Xianyun kissed his cheek, he asked, "Xianxian, can you bear it?"

She had clearly reached her limit just moments before. Yelu Yan, pitying her, had held back, but he hadn’t expected her to suddenly ignite the flame.