The two rooms in the west wing were originally tightly shut.
Now, they are both wide open.
The situation of the two beauties who were originally asleep inside seems a bit precarious at the mont.
Especially their posture.
Under the pale moonlight of the autumn night.
A certain man boldly walks out from the lady’s room, carrying two beautiful and lovely won, one on each shoulder.
He looks like a mountain bandit who, on a profitable night’s raid, has snatched away a pair of wealthy ladies and a pretty maid, carrying them back to the mountain to beco his forced wives and bedmates...
"You... you put down!"
The ’lady’ said.
"Stop ssing around, it’s late at night, what are you trying to do without sleeping? We have to travel tomorrow, go back to sleep; you, you, you... stop causing trouble!"
The woman playfully resisted, and in her last sentence, tried to muster so noble deanor of a refined lady and ethereal fairy. However, perhaps it was because her plump figure was too embarrassingly displayed before him, or she vaguely anticipated the naughty things he might do next with her and little Qian’er... Her tone didn’t quite match her intentions, and her weak assertion only piqued Zhao Rong’s thrill at challenging authority.
The ’bandit’ pretended not to hear, and noticing that the woman on his back was struggling just like little Qian’er did earlier, he instinctively raised his hand to spank her firm behind but withdrew midway.
In the end, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Spanking little Qian’er’s bottom was a habit from their childhood, akin to teasing.
But with Qing Jun, he was full of love, respect, and affection; even in front of the ever-familiar little Qian’er, he had to maintain her dignity as the primary wife... If necessary, perhaps later in the room, he could spank her in a different manner as punishnt, for now, he’d let it be.
Even with these thoughts, Zhao Rong didn’t feel completely powerless against Lingfei’s playful moodiness at the mont.
Unable to spank,
you can tickle instead.
Action followed thought.
Carrying them back to the room, Zhao Rong imdiately reached out; Qing Jun and little Qian’er had both just gone to bed wearing only thin nightgowns, with their shoes removed, leaving on only sock-like footwear on their delicate little feet.
"Husband, let go of ... ha ha ha... you, you, ha ha ha don’t tickle, it’s ticklish! I’m so ticklish you rascal, don’t do that, you can’t touch there, ah ha ha..."
A string of silvery bell-like laughter began to ring, lighting up the courtyard.
Zhao Lingfei, who had originally ’ordered’ with a stern face, was now laughing, embarrassed and cross, trying to stop him.
Her cheeks flushed red from his tickles under her arches.
Unfortunately, Zhao Rong was intimately familiar with her sensitive spots; she was too ticklish, unable even to complete a sentence now...
Zhao Rong’s lips curled into a smile as he humd a little tune, continuing to carry his "bandit brides" towards the main room.
Although it may seem a bit rough, well... as their childhood companion, he always teased these two like this, not to ntion they are now his rightful wives.
They were destined to be Zhao Ziyu’s won in this lifeti.
Amidst the couple’s playful antics, little Qian’er, hiding her face on one side, seed to have a similar realization.
"Miss, maybe it’s better to give up, I tried to resist just now too, it’s useless, this rascal knows too many mischievous tricks, I don’t even know where he learned them..."
At this point, she paused and quietly suggested: "We should think about how to unite together later to resist..."
The little Qian’er’s face showed an aggrieved expression, but her tone was gentle and persuasive.
"Resist your big-headed sches." Zhao Lingfei turned her face away to glare at her, speaking irritably: "How dare you advise now? If it weren’t for you, silly girl, failing to keep your promise and not locking the door, would we be in this situation now? I can’t tell if you’re lacking brains or just too cunningly smart."
"Why slander my innocence," little Qian’er opened her eyes wide, imdiately protesting her innocence: "Can you really bla for this? I locked the door as told! As soon as he left the room in the east wing, I locked ours, I rembered your instructions, afraid he’d co in, worried about you at the ti. But then I listened and heard him washing up in the courtyard, relaxed a bit but remained cautious, didn’t unlock it, but then heard him walking past us like he was going back to his room. I instinctively thought it was safe and unlocked. Who would’ve expected the man to be so crafty and double back, oh how hateful... can you bla for this?"
The little girl spoke rapidly, without pause, spewing a barrage of reasons like a machine gun.
And beca increasingly confident as she spoke.
She mastered the art of shirking responsibility in one simple word:
Fast.
"Stop, stop, stop, don’t say any more." Zhao Lingfei interrupted, "Just tell directly, was it you who opened the door that was supposed to be locked all night?"
Little Qian’er touched her lips with her index finger, thought for a mont, and seriously said, "Yes, but not entirely."
Zhao Lingfei: "......"
Zhao Rong: "......"
At this mont, Zhao Rong was swaggering back to the house with the two won, Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian’er, both in an embarrassingly suggestive position with their butts up.
Their foreheads and upper bodies were resting on Zhao Rong’s back, their heads hanging down, with their long black hair cascading like the finest black silk in a fabric shop.
Both won were side-faced, gazing at each other with their blushing faces upside down.
To prevent her long hair from touching the ground, Zhao Lingfei held up her hair with one hand and with the other hand’s index finger, she poked the smugly assured little Qian’er and spat, "You brat, you, traitor! I won’t trust you next ti, not entirely."
The latter was imdiately indignant at her words.
"No, Miss, can you really bla it all on ? I admit I was careless, but it’s not entirely my fault."
Little Qian’er defended stoutly, "Just after I was caught, I put up a desperate fight and didn’t surrender easily. You can ask Brother Rong, sniff, sniff, my butt was spanked until it blood before I had to grit my teeth and submit, I almost ground my teeth to dust!"
Her mouth twisted as she continued, "And you, Miss, without even being spanked or anything, you surrendered imdiately as soon as Brother Rong carried you out, faster than Qian’er. Tell , who really looks more like a traitor, and who secretly wanted to be carried off by him more?"
"......"
Hearing Qian’er’s retort behind him, Zhao Rong quietly gave her acting skills a thumbs up.
It seed in dealing with Qing Jun, no one in the world understood how to handle her better than little Qian’er, who knew her Miss so well.
Sure enough, Zhao Lingfei’s blush, which had been fading, suddenly flared up again like a ripe apple, and Zhao Rong could feel the heat from one side of her face on his back...
Zhao Lingfei, both embarrassed and annoyed, reached out to flick little Qian’er on the forehead and grab her pouting mouth, "You sharp-tongued brat, you dare say again I didn’t resist? Just try saying it again and see how I deal with you later! You... you... you’re just all talk, acting so righteous, thinking I wouldn’t notice the things you secretly did that let down?"
"What did I do?" Little Qian’er, unbothered, countered imdiately, showing no signs of nerves.
"You obviously left the door unlocked on purpose, letting him in, and then conspired with him to pretend you were getting punished outside, playing the victim," Zhao Lingfei bit her lip and squinted at her.
"I didn’t." Little Qian’er denied with unblinking eyes, "Evidence, where’s the evidence? Without evidence, it’s just malicious speculation."
"Evidence? Do you really think I’m so gullible that I don’t know what you’re thinking, you brat?" Zhao Lingfei revealed, "You were worried that I’d put up screens by saying I locked the door, while in reality, leaving it unlocked to have this big oaf to myself all night."
Saying that, she twisted the waist of a certain soone eavesdropping with pricked ears.
"Hiss~" Zhao Rong sucked in a cold breath, almost dropping the daughters he was carrying, his good waist barely saved him.
"Tch! Besides you and that silly bunny, who else wants this stinky oaf? Whoever wants him can have him, I couldn’t care less." Zhao Lingfei huffily glared at little Qian’er, "You brat, you’re driving crazy. Everything we agreed on, you ruined it."
Little Qian’er blinked.
This ti, surprisingly, she didn’t retort.
She tilted her head, looking at her Miss.
Zhao Lingfei noticed and got even more upset; by now, she realized all too well that Qian’er had been acting all along and hit the mark with her guesses; it was all because of suspicion and the desire to compete for that thing...
Under her thin sleeping gown, her heaving chest moved intensely, she raised her hand again to tap the brat’s forehead that seed to have no clarity over whether to turn outwards or inwards. At that mont, little Qian’er suddenly spoke:
"Well then, Miss, what about you? When Brother Rong first tried to push open the door, didn’t you use ’lock’?" After Brother Rong carried out, why did you secretly unlock the door again?"
The peach-eyed girl grinned, looking at her graceful and reserved yet terribly thin-skinned Miss.
Zhao Lingfei: "......"
This conversation couldn’t go on anymore.
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PS: It’s another New Year’s Eve, feeling so blessed to grow older alongside you.
My distant wishes, sincerely from my heart, wishing prosperity and happiness for your family in all affairs.
The Year of the Tiger, with respects, Xiao Rong.
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