Zhao Rong walked over and wrapped his arms around Zhao Lingfei’s waist from behind, pressing his body close.
"Don’t turn around," he said.
Zhao Lingfei, about to turn her head, paused in her action.
Zhao Rong lowered his head and carefully placed the pale pink little flower in her hair by her ear. As he let go, he couldn’t help pinching her small, round earlobe with two fingers.
In his embrace, Zhao Lingfei’s delicate body trembled lightly.
She glanced down at the reflection of the woman wearing the flower in the water tank, elbow gently bumping Zhao Rong behind her, and said, a mix of joy and helplessness, "Why suddenly wear this, always fiddling with so nonsense..."
Zhao Rong heard the coquettish reproach in his wife’s words but just smiled without answering. Instead, he pressed even closer from behind, stretched out his hands to wash with her, scooping a handful of water and gently scrubbing the back of her hands and her slender fingers, white as jade.
Won always like to say one thing while aning another; inside, who knows how happy they are, yet they won’t show it, and say other things on purpose.
Moreover, when giving gifts to won, the value and rarity are secondary, and even the sense of ceremony that represents your affection is less important... The most crucial thing is two words — surprise.
For example, on occasions like the Seventh Night Festival, engagent or wedding anniversaries, when you suddenly give flowers or gifts, thinking it’s very surprising and romantic, they are hardly taken aback. They’ve long already prepared for it, wondering when you’ll present it. When they smile and accept, the reaction is just "Oh" inside.
Because this is not a bonus question but a basic one, it gets basic points.
For won, a gift without surprise, no matter how expensive, is just unsalted roast at: it fills the stomach but doesn’t entice the palate.
So a useful trick is to do sothing unexpected during an ordinary mont: like soone who, on the way ho for dinner, casually picks a bouquet of flowers to seriously present to her.
She should have no idea beforehand that you’d do sothing like this. It’s necessary not only during the courtship stage but also as spouses, to occasionally give her so surprises and thrills... This is also how many won distinguish if a man is interesting or dull.
Loving surprises seems to be the sa for won everywhere. Even soone as cool and composed as Qing Jun finds it hard to resist.
Noticing Qing Jun in his arms repeatedly sneaking glances at the flower adorning herself, Zhao Rong held her slender, snowy hands, bending his head to hers, looking together at the water tank’s floral reflection and beauty. He nodded alone, "The flower is quite beautiful, while the person... is acceptable."
Qing Jun, the previously composed and cool, turned her head imdiately, glared at him with her beautiful eyes, as the pale hand washing under also clutched his hand tightly, a bit urgently.
"Say it again, my lord!"
"I said the flower on your head is very beautiful, but the man behind you is so-so, not befitting your beauty."
Zhao Rong blinked, but Zhao Lingfei beca more anxious, clutching his hand, leaning back, and lifting her slender neck, saying:
"You’re not allowed to say that. We are truly a match made in heaven, unable to escape each other. Otherwise, why would fate let Qian’er and et you early on. Isn’t it all preordained? I can feel it."
Zhao Rong chuckled, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, leaned his neck closer to her ear, whispered sothing, unclear about what he said, like a feather brushing against Zhao Lingfei’s heart, and the girl’s delicate body trembled again, her once white ear roots flushed deeply red.
"No...no way..." she murmured softly, her voice quivering in the air like a fine string being plucked.
Zhao Rong sensed the rise in temperature on the beauty’s neck in his arms, coupled with Qing Jun’s unique jasmine-like subtle fragrance, making his nostrils lower further, his Confucian robe even twitched slightly. Zhao Rong’s arms tightened more around her waist, pulling Zhao Lingfei closer, thus the slender waist and rounded beauty nestled between the elegant back entirely fit against his body, as if wanting to ld her within, at zero distance. Zhao Rong suddenly felt that Qing Jun was absolutely right, they truly were a pair made by heaven, fitting perfectly.
He continued nibbling on the crimson earlobe, "Good wife, okay?"
"This... isn’t quite right. I still have fish soup unfinished."
"It’s no problem; we can cook a pot of fish soup together," then added, "for you."
Zhao Lingfei suddenly glanced at the door outside, Zhao Rong seemingly understood and said proactively:
"The courtyard door is closed, and... it’s quiet outside."
"Still not quite right." Zhao Lingfei muttered repeatedly, slightly lifting her head to look at Zhao Rong, "Why are you so impatient, my lord?"
"Wasn’t it soone who talked about a sweet reward?"
"Huh, what sweet reward?" Soone tried to play innocent.
"What do you think?" Zhao Rong remained firm... no, insisted, "I don’t believe that soone didn’t check your husband’s exam results in advance."
"Are you referring to the six points in Music Art?" Zhao Lingfei feigned ignorance.
"Yes, so what, even six points in Music Art is first in the Academy." Zhao Rong beca increasingly assertive, and Zhao Lingfei felt her husband’s firmness, slowly lowering her head. Her nose, slightly smudged with kitchen soot, let out a muffled but lingering hum, and she softly added, "It’s just a reward... just a reward, this... this won’t be a regular thing."
Zhao Rong imdiately agreed, "Not (xia) a (ci) regular (hai) thing (gan)!"
"By the way." He looked around and earnestly warned, "Don’t lean on the jar, in case it falls over later and water spills all over the kitchen."
"Oh."
"There’s dust on top, let wipe it." Moving with her to a different spot, Zhao Rong directly used his sleeve to clean the stove edge, fearing it might dirty his wife’s clean hands.
"You’re not the one washing clothes, you surely don’t mind dirt." Zhao Lingfei glared at him slightly, softly scolding, yet didn’t stop him. Instead, she quietly watched her husband, who, even in a rush, was considerate and caring. Sotis Zhao Lingfei felt a bit lazy herself, like now, only wanting to bite her lip and lift her skirt for convenience, while her husband always considered everything, arranging ticulously down to things she hadn’t even thought of. Her heart ward: "Indeed, this husband of mine and I are a match made in heaven..."
Just then, she saw Zhao Rong take sothing out, and Zhao Lingfei couldn’t help but bury her head and murmur, "Why lay a soft cushion, isn’t it quick?"
Zhao Rong leaned in to whisper sothing in the ear of his innocent, naive wife, who imdiately widened her eyes a bit, "What danger prevention? That’s not dangerous at all! I just want it, don’t you want it?"
"I do want it, but right now your cultivation is important, and you haven’t completed the Taiching Prefecture. Let’s wait a year until you’re out of the Prefecture." Zhao Rong nodded.
"Then why weren’t you afraid of danger last ti in Great Li?"
"The first ti should definitely be wild, can’t leave regrets. If it really hits the mark, I’ll accept it, but now we have to plan for the future."
"Hmph, you sure have a lot of reasons." She paused and then whispered, "Actually, I heard from my senior sister that for us cultivators, it’s actually quite difficult for that to happen, not as easily dangerous as for ordinary people..."
"Which senior sister talks to you about such things?" Zhao Rong asked, puzzled.
"Never mind that, it’s not the main point." Zhao Lingfei bit her lip and pinched him, but it was like she had touched a hot iron and quickly withdrew her delicate hand.
Soone drew in a sharp breath, snuggled even ’closer’, then looked up sighing, "It’s hard to say, too many bizarre things lately, anything could happen."
"Including scoring six points in Music Art?"
"..."
"Just wait!" Zhao Rong said fiercely, then he started rummaging through his kitchen, searching high and low for various ingredients. These fresh ingredients for his wife, he had been planning them for days. After all, after being hungry for several days, if he can’t eat them, he can at least think about them.
Since they were now in their kitchen, he rolled up his sleeves without hesitation. His cooking skills weren’t unfamiliar, as long as the clumsy wife helped by handing over vegetables and feeding wood into the fire at the right ti. He was prepared to make a lavish feast, with appetizers, side dishes, main courses, and even desserts, not missing a single detail.
Midway, Zhao Rong let Qing Jun take a short break. Replacing the water jar with a solid, fixed stove was certainly a wise move.
He turned his head to look out the window, where a bright, white moon was hidden behind waves of dark clouds, appearing and disappearing. With so many clouds gathering, it might rain soon... Zhao Rong thought. He suddenly recalled seeing the improvent in his wife’s cooking skills at the kitchen door just now, though his own skills weren’t bad either, so he should be able to leave Qing Jun with an unforgettable and highly praised taste.
He thought to himself.
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PS: Dear brothers... there’s sothing I’ve been considering lately, thinking it over, I couldn’t help myself... Let’s discuss it in detail in a separate Chapter later. (Crouching with hands over head)
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