"What about , what about ?"
Little Qian’er listened for a long while. He only ntioned Miss, so she couldn’t help but shake his arm.
She habitually pouted, feeling a bit jealous: "Both Miss and I are wearing the sa thing, just in different colors. I even let you secretly touch it just now... what about ?"
"Ahem." Zhao Rong gently stroked the abnormal-minded second wife in his arms, organized his words, nodded and said:
"Of course, you’re great too. I’ve always been very reassured about my little Qian’er’s developnt. It’s like the spring flowers and autumn fruits of Qing Jun, each has its own beauty. Honestly, if we were to compare closely, it might be just slightly behind Qing Jun. But like this pure white lotus embroidered on your bellyband, it’s still budding, ready to bloom fiercely. There’s a lot of room for future developnt!"
Little Qian’er hugged his waist, bumped her forehead against him, and said coquettishly: "You’re so annoying, always sweet-talking... hehe..."
From her tone, it seed like she was quite pleased.
Her petite figure also happily rubbed against him quietly.
The three of them leaned against each other, and the positive feedback from the bodies of the two wives made Zhao Rong nod secretly.
"Won, regardless of size, need to be coaxed. The sages didn’t lie to ."
To better asure the sizes of his two wives up close later, he decided to strike while the iron was hot.
Zhao Rong changed his tone and ’reproached’:
"Qing Jun, Qian’er, you two, I have to give you a little criticism now. Why have you always been hiding? Even from your husband? If you’d shown this... this out earlier, I wouldn’t have worried for so long."
Little Qian’er couldn’t help but interrupt, "Worried about what?"
"I was worried if our sons would have enough food, but now, go on, have them, give birth to them!"
Zhao Rong pounded his fist, full of grandeur: "Let’s have ten or eight sturdy boys. Our family cafeteria will provide enough food!"
The two won: "..."
They exchanged glances, can’t help but blush and lower their heads.
Each had a different reaction.
Little Qian’er touched her little belly, her small face carrying a happy look of anticipation, "To have children for Rong’er brother... Hmm, I can’t. Qian’er has to work hard to cultivate to reach the Golden Core Realm! Then have sons... I’ve heard that the probability of a little life with natural spiritual roots is higher if a female cultivator is in the Golden Core Realm. And if the mother is also a Sword Cultivator, the chances of manifesting a Flying Sword in the Fu Yao Realm are also greater... It would be like winning from the starting line, as Rong’er brother would say..."
Zhao Lingfei, on the other hand, was holding his face in her hands, but her gaze shifted away, mumbling softly:
"Hmph, who wants to have a son for you? One big troublemaker is enough for to handle. If a few more little rascals co... I still want daughters, daughters are sweet and charming, sons will definitely inherit so of your annoying traits. Let Qian’er or Xiaoxiao have sons for you. Our mother-daughter pair, take it or leave it."
That’s what she said.
Zhao Rong, listening, automatically translated it.
He imdiately declared: "I like both sons and daughters, as long as they’re your children. Hmm, the sa goes for Qian’er."
Zhao Rong blinked, with a serious tone, said: "But Qing Jun, the task of giving birth to our first son must fall to you. You’re undoubtedly the first wife, and you must lead by example... Hmm, I will also do my best as a husband."
Little Qian’er nodded softly: "Yes, Miss, Rong’er brother is right."
Zhao Lingfei lowered her head, "But I... What if my belly doesn’t cooperate? You should choose another option, I’m afraid I can’t do it."
"Who said you can’t!"
Zhao Rong frowned, imdiately reached out his hand, and said: "My Qing Jun is still very fertile. Look, you have the best assets right here. No more humility, mada."
The man rested on the beauty’s lap, his big hand placed on a certain ’area’ beside him.
He spoke seriously, with reasoning and evidence.
Indeed, all reason rested in his hand at the mont.
Zhao Lingfei lowered her head, murmur: "You...Move your hand, don’t touch..."
Her voice grew smaller and smaller.
Yet Zhao Rong realized she was only verbally dismissing, without actually swatting his salacious hand away.
Thus, Zhao Rong remained undeterred and continued to asure that fertile ’spot’ of his wife:
"Qing Jun, let tell you, all my life, I’ve never seen anyone with as fine a figure as my wife’s..."
"You’re lying." Zhao Lingfei pinched his earlobe again, softly debating, "There are many won with better figures, and more fertile than . You must have seen them. Now you’re just saying nice things to coax , for sure planning to be naughty later, right?"
Little Qian’er nodded along, "Exactly, exactly, Rong’er brother coaxes us before doing mischievous things."
Zhao Rong put on a stern face and imdiately said, "If I’m lying, I’m a puppy!"
Little Qian’er puffed her cheeks: "Um, how do you break that sentence? Isn’t there a trap?"
"Then you’re the puppy." Zhao Lingfei lightly huffed and gently tapped his mouth.
Zhao Rong shook his head, "Mada, this statent is wrong. The sage once said, ’Exceed by an inch, it’s too long; reduce by an inch, it’s too short; apply powder, it’s too white; add rouge, it’s too red; and the sa with weight...’ Husband just made a rough asurent earlier, your figures are just right. It’s only that the underwear is in the way, not quite accurate. To make sure there’s no mistake, for precise results, Qing Jun, Qian’er, why don’t we cover ourselves with a blanket and asure again thoroughly..."
"Wait, which sage said this?" Zhao Lingfei tilted her head and interrupted, questioning.
She didn’t agree to her husband’s ulterior request.
"Exceed by an inch, it’s too long; reduce by an inch, it’s too short..." Little Qian’er whispered to analyze, also curious, looking at him, wanting to know which unserious sage it was.
Or... this unserious sage is most likely him.
Rong’er brother has done this more than once.
Zhao Rong thought, about to blurt out the essay "Dengtuzi’s Love of Beauty" from his previous life, but realized the na sounded inappropriate, unseemly. He swallowed the words, changed his tongue and said:
"I’ve forgotten which sage, but a sage once said, a truly great body isn’t just about being large and voluptuous like... uh... like..."
Zhao Lingfei squinted, helping him finish, "Like who?"
Zhao Rong: "Like..."
The voice grew quieter.
Zhao Lingfei nodded, catching onto an elent, "Hmm, like which woman?"
Zhao Rong earnestly, "Like Xiaoxiao."
He thought to himself ’Xiaoxiao, forgive ,’ and continued his nonsense:
"Qing Jun, don’t be fooled by her height, she’s actually all at, chubby like a little fat fox. I regretted taking her back ho, cough cough, annoyed. She’s an example of what not to do..."
A certain little fox lady dozing lazily far away: Ha, man.
Zhao Lingfei seed not to hear this answer, continuing with the earlier question, asking nonchalantly, "Did my husband observe her body closely like this?"
Zhao Rong: "......"
"I know, I know." Little Qian’er raised her hand to answer, thoughtfully speaking on behalf of Zhao Rong, "It’s about saying she looks like Mr. Zhu, right? Am I correct, Rong’er brother?"
Zhao Rong: "......"
Thank you ever so much.
"That’s correct."
Zhao Rong’s expression turned serious, and he imdiately addressed the two won, "I was just about to say, Xiaoxiao this silly girl is a bad example, as is Mr. Zhu—both go to extres..."
Zhao Lingfei bit her lip, "Still calling her Mr. Zhu?"
Zhao Rong nodded, feeling inconvenienced, he rose from her thigh.
He looked up, adopting a serious expression again.
"Qing Jun, during dinner just now, I shared all my thoughts with you, now and in the future, I won’t repeat them."
"Because I believe."
"Certain attitudes, certain words, don’t need to be repeated, once is enough, whether for the speaker or the listener. It’s often self-deluding lies that people frequently repeat, deceived individuals enjoy hearing them over and over."
Zhao Rong said softly, "I don’t like that."
In a joyful bridal chamber, on the bright red wedding bed, a rather strange scene unfolded.
In the darkness, one man and two won sat closely together.
The man wore intricate wedding attire, seemingly the groom.
The two won, one tall and one short, were both charming, but now they were both intently staring at the groom in the middle without blinking.
Only their outfits seed a bit too scanty at the mont, clad in undershirts and small undergarnts.
However, the colors and embroidery were different, one in bright red and the other in pure white, one embroidered with mandarin ducks and the other with white lotuses.
Yet what caught everyone’s attention was the latter’s sowhat revealing design, at tis grassy and overgrown, at tis filled with blooming flowers, each enchanting view resembling a Taoyuan wonderland.
Coupled with the stature and beauty of these two won, neither was inferior to the top fairies of the cultivation world, or perhaps they were precisely such noble beings, only bound by love debt in front of their childhood sweetheart...
No matter the circumstance, this night, ant for the groom to revel, appeared unusually silent among these childhood friends.
Each gazed silently.
Zhao Rong smiled, breaking the silence, "I only consider her Mr. Zhu and Daoist Zhu... and also worry on behalf of Daoist Zhu, who is an older unmarried woman."
Zhao Lingfei and Little Qian’er exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond.
Then Zhao Rong smiled.
"Qing Jun, Qian’er, have we forgotten sothing?"
"What?"
Zhao Rong took each of their soft hands, one in each of his, and in seriousness said, "Our family’s matters of reproduction, we’ve exchanged thoughts just now, each has their goals, now we need to seize the mont and start."
Zhao Lingfei probed tentatively, "How do we start? I... I just want a daughter, that shouldn’t be too troubleso, right..."
Zhao Rong looked at his seemingly sowhat clueless lady, sighed, and grew more solemn, "The process is the sa for daughters and sons, Qing Jun, you’re the first wife, you must lead the way, actively participate and cooperate with your husband."
He turned his head, shouted, "And you, Little Qian’er, what’s so funny, no laughing, you have a heavy task... the night is fleeting, let’s make haste."
Zhao Lingfei whispered, "Then... then how to start?"
She curled up her legs, drawing her petite figure into a soft bundle, a bit nervously unsure what to do.
And Little Qian’er blinked, casually twirling the hair by her ear, occasionally stealing glances at certain soone.
Zhao Rong glanced at Zhao Lingfei’s strikingly seductive long legs from various angles and nodded, reminding, "It’s simple, Qing Jun, no matter what happens later, just listen to , hmm, don’t kick your husband."
Got ahead of the warning.
"......"
Zhao Lingfei shrank back a bit, then in a voice as faint as a mosquito’s whisper, "Okay..."
...
PS: Finished writing, sneakily splitting it up, there’s still one final Chapter at twelve...
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