The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 554 - 553 Let the husband be sick (first update)

Yelu Yan looked at Li Xianyun and said, "Okay."

Li Xianyun took out the hemostatic powder from the medicine box and, looking at the man lying on the bed, said, "Husband, the powder might sting a bit when I sprinkle it on, so just bear with it."

Yelu Yan wanted to say that such a small wound and little pain were nothing, but he swallowed his words and just "hmm"ed.

The feeling of being fussed over by his woman was indeed wonderful.

Li Xianyun gently sprinkled the powder on the wound and raised her eyes, colliding with a pair of smiling ones, "Does it hurt?"

Yelu Yan then thought he should pretend to be weak and suddenly furrowed his brows, feigning pain, "It hurts so much."

Such poor acting skills.

Li Xianyun gave him a glare, put the medicine bottle back inside the box, and lightly parted her red lips to say, "Stop pretending, it’s too fake."

Yelu Yan was amused by her and laughed, "While it’s not as exaggerated as I acted, it is indeed uncomfortable."

Li Xianyun took out soft bandaging cloth from the medicine box, "Let me blow on it then."

Saying so, she leaned close to Yelu Yan’s bare chest, pursed her delicate rosy lips, and gently blew air on the wound.

The warm, fragrant breath spread over his solid chest, involuntarily stirring the heart.

Yelu Yan’s large hand, resting on the bed, clenched involuntarily, and his body responded as well.

This woman always teased him without realizing it, always looking innocent and bewildered after flirting, it was maddening.

After blowing a few times, Li Xianyun looked up at him, "Does it feel better..."

Her voice came to an abrupt halt when she noticed the deep desire tinting Yelu Yan’s deep eyes.

At a time like this, this damn man was still thinking about that sort of thing.

Before Li Xianyun could sit up straight, Yelu Yan supported her delicate underarm, lifting her to him.

Li Xianyun suddenly lifted, exclaimed in surprise, and collapsed softly onto Yelu Yan’s body.

Afraid of pressing on Yelu Yan’s wound, her tender, soft hands supported her on the bed, looking down at him from above and chastised softly, "You’re still injured."

"Actually, husband has a much better way to relieve the pain, why don’t we try it?" Yelu Yan said with a mischievous smile.

Li Xianyun was well aware of his intentions, "Let’s wait until I’ve dressed the wound."

"But husband can’t wait any longer, sweetheart."

Saying that, Yelu Yan clasped her nape, pushed her little head down, and captured her delicate lips in his.

Yelu Yan first nibbled gently, then sucked slowly as if savouring candy, and just as he was about to deepen the kiss, Li Xianyun was unwilling, turned her head away, and called out tenderly, "Husband."

Her voice was soft, brimming with coquettish tones.

If he kept on kissing like this, who knows how long it would be before the wound was dressed.

Yelu Yan sighed lightly, "Fine, if you don’t want to kiss, husband will just suffer alone. No one cares anyway, just let husband be sick, don’t bother with husband anymore."

Although he said not to bother, the rough palm on Li Xianyun’s nape didn’t loosen, nor did the arm around her back intend to let go.

Li Xianyun was amused and exasperated by him; this man could be so childishly unreasonable at times.

"So what do you want?" Li Xianyun asked, word by word.

Yelu Yan didn’t speak but opened his mouth and reached out.

Seeing this, Li Xianyun’s cheeks instantly flushed red, "Husband, why are you like this?"

Yelu Yan maintained his previous gesture, "Mm," he hummed, stretching outwards, a look of urgency on his face. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

This time, Li Xianyun let out a soft sigh, "Just for a little while, okay?"

Yelu Yan still opened his mouth and "Mm’d" again, contemplating that once they started kissing, it wouldn’t be up to her anymore.

Li Xianyun had no choice but to lean in and intertwine her lips with his.

As expected, the kissing went on and on without end. Li Xianyun struggled a few times, but Yelu Yan did not let her sit up, only releasing her after he was slightly satisfied.

Li Xianyun felt her lips and tongue were numb; this man’s desires were truly too strong.

She sat up straight, unfolding the soft cloth in her hands and carefully began to bandage his wound, "Husband, who sent that assassin?"

"We’re still investigating," said Yelu Yan.

There were many who wanted him dead, but sending someone to assassinate him relentlessly during this period as he was about to marry Li Xianyun made it clear who was responsible.

However, Yelu Yan did not mention Murong Ce’s name. She detested and feared Murong Ce, and mentioning him would only bring unnecessary troubles to her.

"There are many ways to fake an assassination attempt; you shouldn’t take such risks again," Li Xianyun said while bandaging him.

Surprise flashed in Yelu Yan’s eyes, and he smiled, "How did you know I was faking the assassination?"

Li Xianyun glanced at him and continued her task.

"Your martial arts skills are excellent, no one can hurt you even if they get close, let alone that assassin pretending to be an envoy. He must have been standing below the high platform; it is impossible for him to get near you unless you allowed it."

She had truly thought Yelu Yan had been assassinated, but after checking his pulse, she realized he was feigning illness and pieced everything together.

Yelu Yan gently stroked Li Xianyun’s child-like tender face, his eyes filled with a smiling expression.

"Xianxian, truly nothing can be kept from you. But if your husband didn’t make it look real, how could I expose the wolfish ambitions of the neighboring countries?"

The war between Khitan and Houliang was imminent. At this critical juncture, he could not afford to face enemies on all fronts; he needed to use this situation to identify the traitors in order to eliminate future threats.

Yelu Yan was always strategic and foresighted; this was also why he was able to make Khitan powerful in such a short time.

Li Xianyun finished bandaging the wound and tied off the bandage, then lifted her eyes to look at Yelu Yan.

Yelu Yan was also looking at her, he took her small hand and massaged it in his palm, his voice filled with guilty comfort, "Xianxian, I made you worried, and our wedding was ruined."

Actually, their marriage had already been sealed through the ritual of sharing a bridal cup, but Yelu Yan still felt he had wronged Li Xianyun.

Li Xianyun was somewhat absent-minded, Yelu Yan’s profound scheming frightened her.

If such a calculated man were to scheme against her one day, she wondered what she would do.

Li Xianyun knew she shouldn’t think like this; Yelu Yan had put a lot of effort into the wedding. If it was just to fake an assassination, there would be no need for such trouble.

Yet, these bad thoughts uncontrollably flickered through her mind.

Yelu Yan, always insightful about human hearts, noticed Li Xianyun’s unusual behavior, squeezed her small hand, and asked, "Xianxian, what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing," Li Xianyun denied quickly.

He was still ill now, why burden him with her suspicions?

Yelu Yan looked deeply into her eyes, "Xianxian, are you doubting something?"

Li Xianyun’s eyes flickered; indeed, she could hide nothing from him.

She had only entertained a thought, and he detected it.

"It’s nothing, just some irrelevant thoughts," she replied.