ATBLM [QT] Chapter 164.2

“Are you gonna sleep?” Urhan held her hand and couldn’t help but rub her delicate skin with his thumb. As if with some hint, he remembered what day it was, and with a slight exertion of his hand, he took his wife into his arms.

Jiang Rui frowned slightly, put her elbow on his chest, and moved away.

“What’s wrong?” Urhan stared at her with burning eyes, and even her frown looked good.

“You smell so strongly of alcohol. Go and wash yourself off first.” Jiang Rui said bluntly.

Urhan sniffed twice and only smelled the aroma of wine. If he were alone, he would be able to fall asleep at this moment, but his Yanshi was different from them.

Looking at the appearance of this big tent, he could hardly recognize it. The room was filled with fragile decorations, bright silks, and an unknown fragrance. Even the bed under him was different, soft and slippery. He almost fell into it just now without turning over.

His Yanshi was a Noble Princess and should be different from others, so when she made a request, he didn’t feel offended. He immediately released her and stood up to wash up.

After washing himself clean, he took off his lambswool robe because it was stained with wine and threw it aside. Under the robe, there was only a pair of trousers and no top. His strong and undulating muscles were unobstructed and directly exposed in front of others. He still looked calm and content.

Seeing him walking toward him, Jiang Rui said again: “There is a hangover soup on the table, so drink it too.”

Urhan raised his eyebrows slightly. People on the grassland never drink hangover soup.

Drinking is just to get drunk. When you get drunk, you will sleep on the spot, and you will wake up when you wake up. Why do you need to drink hangover soup?

But this was his Yanshi’s request, so he didn’t raise any objections. He picked up the exquisite porcelain bowl on the table and drank it in one gulp. The strange sour and sweet taste made him frown.

He put the bowl back on the table and walked toward the bed again. With his sharp eyes, Urhan saw Yanshi’s mouth moving as if she was about to say something.

He strode over with two strides, hugged her slim waist, and fell to the bed, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. “If you don’t sleep, others will wake up, my Yanshi.”

Jiang Rui raised her head and looked at him, “Your beard will prick me.”

Urhan looked at her, looking at her dark eyes, skin as white as goat’s milk, petal-like lips, pointed chin, and neck as fragile as a lamb. His hands were still on her waist, and the waist under his hands was not even as thick as his thighs.

He knew that if he didn’t give in, there was nothing his Yanshi could do.

But—

An excellent male wolf could always satisfy his mate. Even in the season when food was scarce, he was willing to give up precious prey, not to mention just shaving.

He sat up again, reluctantly moved his palms away, took out the dagger he carried with him, and started shaving. (T/N: Wow… What a great sacrifice!)

Fortunately, his Yanshi did not make any other demands after that, and the rewards for his cooperation were also satisfying. Even when he walked out of Yanshi’s tent in the morning and saw a group of tribesmen with strange expressions, it did not affect his good mood at all.

The Di people saw that their Great Khan was obviously in a happy mood, so they all held back their words and dared not say anything. In fact, if they hadn’t seen people coming out of Yanshi’s tent with their own eyes, they wouldn’t have dared to confirm that the man with a clean face was their heroic Great Khan.

You know, when the Great Khan appeared in front of the tribe at the age of sixteen, his beard was longer than later, and he looked like a savage. And until today, the tribesmen had never really seen his face under his beard, and now they saw it for the first time with the help of Yanshi.

Although the Great Khan also looked handsome and majestic without a beard, to a group of Di people who were used to seeing him in the past, they still found it strange, like, like…

“Hahahaha! The Great Khan is like a bare bird’s egg!” Aguda laughed and expressed everyone’s thoughts.

Everyone in the Di tribe secretly admired him in their hearts. Although the Great Khan was very easy-going to the tribe’s people, no one dared to say such things. Aguda was worthy of being the third-ranked warrior in the tribe.

But it was only the next morning that the third-ranked warrior in the tribe covered his face with a scarf and went out strangely. When others asked, he said that he had been stung by a wasp. However, some people didn’t believe it and snatched the headscarf away when he wasn’t paying attention.

Everyone present was quiet for a moment, and then suddenly, they revealed a strange smile that could scare away the eagle.

“Hahahahaha! Aguda, where’s your hair? You look like a bare lamb egg!”

 

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The author has something to say:

Aguda: There is no way to survive [Lamb Desperate Face]

 

Translator’s Comment:

Old Nine: Who still has an opinion?!!! *took the dagger, ready to shave people*

 

 

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