Shen Ruoxi was anxious in her heart and hurriedly reached out to grab.
But Jun Moling was quick-eyed and fast-handed, snatching it into his own hands first.
Shen Ruoxi’s face flushed a bright red, coquettishly trying to snatch it from his hand again, calling out, "Husband, give it to ."
This call of "Husband" at this mont brought a mix of emotions for Jun Moling.
Because usually, no matter how he tempted, she stubbornly refused to call him that, always referring to him as Prince.
Now she finally called him that, but it was just to grab sothing from his hand, making it hard for him to feel happy.
He lowered his eyes, and just one glance left him stunned.
What on earth is this thing?
At this mont, Shen Ruoxi was already blushing ear to ear, once again coquettishly saying, "Give it to ."
Jun Moling’s eyes narrowed dangerously, thinking silently, what is this Ning Zhen’er up to?
Why is she giving his wife such strange things?
"Have less contact with Ning Zhen’er in the future, don’t you know how this woman has hurt you? She definitely doesn’t an well." He said with a gloomy face, full of annoyance in his tone.
Shen Ruoxi’s face looked like it was about to drip blood, trying to snatch it while anxiously saying, "Give it to first, then I’ll explain to you, it won’t be good if soone sees."
But Jun Moling held on tightly, refusing to give it to her, only feeling that this thing was truly improper.
He wasn’t completely ignorant about Ning Zhen’er; after she returned to Capital City, she rented a small courtyard yet kept a kept man, the two of them being intimately together, unofficial yet living like a couple.
With such a woman, what good could co from interacting with her? He was really afraid she might lead his wife astray.
"My wife, you should know better than I what kind of person Ning Zhen’er is; she used to target and sche against you, and now she’s actively contacting you, you should be wary of whatever bad intentions she’s hiding." The more Jun Moling spoke, the angrier he beca, and his face grew even grimr.
Shen Ruoxi glared at him fiercely, "Give it to first, it’s not what you think."
Jun Moling was still furious, "Not what I think? Then explain it to clearly!"
Looking at him holding that garnt with hardly any fabric, Shen Ruoxi, afraid of being spotted by the servants, could only lower her voice to reassure him, "It’s an undergarnt, I’ll wear it for you tonight, now give it to quickly."
"It’s an undergarnt?" Jun Moling’s voice suddenly raised, scaring Shen Ruoxi into quickly reaching out to cover his mouth, her face reddening even more.
At this mont, Jun Moling was quite bewildered, and after a mont, as if thinking of sothing, he suddenly wrapped the undergarnt into his arms, with a mischievous smile saying, "You’ll have to wear it for to know if what you say is true or not?"
Shen Ruoxi looked at him, both shy and annoyed, this man!
She silently cursed in her heart, now realizing it was absolutely impossible to snatch it back, and to make matters worse, the impulsive words she uttered were irretrievable.
She was both ashad and angry, but didn’t know how to explain this ridiculous scene to Jun Moling.
During dinner, Shen Ruoxi ate absentmindedly, all her thoughts on figuring out how to explain to Jun Moling.
As for Jun Moling, his mind was filled with amorous and tantalizing images, imagining how his wife would look wearing that bizarre item, he didn’t dare to think further.
Thus, he ate slowly, every bite seeming to carry endless contemplation, his gaze filled with intensity.
In Shen Ruoxi’s eyes, he looked as if he wanted to savor her bite by bite, making her feel completely uncomfortable.
She endured until evening, finally sending all the servants away, and only then forcefully pulled a dry smile and said, "Husband, let explain."
Seeing her pitiable appearance as if she had done sothing wrong, Jun Moling secretly calculated that he should often make her look like this in the future.
That way, he could enjoy her calling him "Husband" more sweetly; otherwise, she always dryly called him "Prince."
"What’s there to explain? Put it on, and I’ll understand everything." Jun Moling’s voice beca more and more playful.
Shen Ruoxi’s face instantly turned red again, coquettishly saying, "I originally thought it was inconvenient with the servants around, planning to talk with you once we returned to the bedroom, why wear it?"
Jun Moling deliberately fiddled with the pieces of fabric, thinking to himself how much could this cover, truly only Ning Zhen’er could co up with such strange things.
However, at the mont, his heart was extrely conflicted; on one hand, he desired to see his wife wearing it;
On the other hand, he didn’t want his wife to emulate Ning Zhen’er, engaging in these unseemly antics.
But ultimately, curiosity and anticipation won out, he just wanted his wife to wear it for him to see.
If it looked nice, it would be a private delight belonging only to him, with no one else knowing, having her wear it for him every night;
If it didn’t look nice, he would sternly forbid Ning Zhen’er from ever stepping foot in Prince Zhan’s Mansion again.
Shen Ruoxi wished she could throw a tantrum and make a scene, yet clearly, Jun Moling wasn’t swayed by it at all, steadfast in making her keep her promise to wear it for him, not budging an inch.
Helplessly, Shen Ruoxi got out of bed and locked the door, an action that made Jun Moling laugh and cry, thinking who would dare brazenly intrude into his bedroom in Prince Zhan’s Mansion.
Shen Ruoxi glared viciously at Jun Moling once more.
But in Jun Moling’s eyes, her flushed face was like peach blossoms in bloom, her eyes clear as autumn waters; how is this anger? It’s evidently a blatant tease of his heartstrings.
Ning Zhen’er did explain how to wear the item, but Shen Ruoxi found it quite troubleso because the clasp was at the back, making it hard to manage.
Struggling, Shen Ruoxi reached out, trying to clip the difficult clasps, but couldn’t succeed.
Seeing this, Jun Moling hurriedly stepped forward to help, though clumsy, he managed to fasten them and turned her around.
Admittedly, Ning Zhen’er really had a lot of peculiar ideas.
The novel item in front of him was practically a man’s delight.
Jun Moling’s eyes clung tightly to his wife’s alluring figure, with a gaze full of heat, as if wanting to devour her entire being.
His voice was hoarse as he softly called "My wife."
Just that look, coupled with the husky voice, made Shen Ruoxi shiver all over.
"Husband, let explain, this..." She urgently tried to say sothing, but before the words left her mouth, she was suddenly pinned onto the bed by Jun Moling.
Instinctively, she covered her mouth, swallowing the surprise scream about to escape, as Jun Moling’s overwhelming kisses rained down.
He seed never to have lost control like this before, and Shen Ruoxi’s face flushed red as an apple.
Jun Moling had always been sowhat restrained, no matter how difficult it was to control his emotions, he had never been so wanton and unruly.
But clearly, this ti was completely different.
Fiery kisses, teasing hands, Shen Ruoxi tried to remind herself to stay clear-headed, yet her mind couldn’t concentrate at all.
Jun Moling was like a completely different person, utterly losing control.
After a round of passion, both were drenched in sweat, Jun Moling gently kissing away the sweat from her forehead, murmuring, "My wife, my wife."
How could a person be so fond of soone else, he truly wanted to ld her into his body, blending blood and flesh, becoming one.
Shen Ruoxi was not one for fuss, although annoyed by his lack of boundary, now that things had co to this, she wouldn’t pointlessly criticize afterward.
She patiently explained, "Ning Zhen’er wants to do business with this, but it won’t be public, only privately conducted."
However, at this mont, Jun Moling’s mind was already occupied with the earlier enjoyable monts, completely unable to hear anything.
To him, it was as if the whole world vanished, leaving only the srizing ti they just shared.
"My wife, I said, you run the mansion, do as you wish. My wife, give a kiss," Jun Moling cooed.
She seldom took the initiative, so sothing always felt a bit lacking.
Shen Ruoxi was angry at heart, thinking she had really suffered at his hands earlier, and now he still made such a request.
"No kiss." She resolutely refused.
But Jun Moling wasn’t upset at all, instead, continuing to cajole her, "My wife, you can use this to deal with in the future, I’ll agree to whatever you want.
Kiss , or if I wake up later, I might go back on my word, preventing you from seeing Ning Zhen’er."
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