Chapter 679: Chapter 418 It’s All Husband’s Tasks_2
Looking at her husband who had finally softened, Lingfei Zhao’s pretty face was tense, “Did you really not do anything wrong?”
“I didn’t!” Zhao Rong was the picture of integrity.
Hm, she ant ‘recently’; past offenses didn’t count.
Lingfei Zhao’s voice was very clear and pleasant, “That’s only because you’ve been outside recently, and Qian’er has been following you. If you still managed to create a big ss even then, how could we continue living this life?”
“Yes, yes, yes, my wife is right,” Zhao Rong, who had been the domineering husband just a mont ago, suddenly turned into a chronic complainer.
Lingfei Zhao looked down at the pink bellyband in her hands, “Why is it this color?”
She liked the green and white of the lotus flowers; Brother Rong’er should know this.
“Try sothing new, pink is… quite nice, and later we can try purple, red, black…” Zhao Rong whispered seductively in her ear.
At this mont, the couple’s necks were intertwined, whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears, their temples rubbing together.
Hearing her husband ntion those embarrassing colors and intimate matters, Lingfei Zhao couldn’t help but hit him and pinch him while in his embrace…
“This… this one is too small,” Lingfei Zhao lowered her eyes, unfolding so little fox demon’s garnt, her tone hesitant and puzzled.
Small… indeed it was a bit, after all, you and Xiao Xiao, although both slender, have different body types; Xiao Xiao is a bit more delicate… Zhao Rong agreed, but chuckled:
“No problem, the smaller the better; it’s more form-fitting, and after it gets wet, it will highlight my wife’s figure even more.”
Lingfei Zhao: “·········”
Why do you know so much!?
After coaxing her with gentle words for a while, Zhao Rong felt he had miscalculated. His wife seed a bit different than usual, apparently still skeptical about sothing. She was now looking down, flipping the small pink bellyband in her delicate hands, seemingly… searching for so trace.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Rong suddenly felt guilty.
No, it’s ti to be a bit tougher. Sotis Qing Jun doesn’t respond to softness, only to firmness.
Slap! Zhao Rong’s face turned stern, and he slapped down hard, showing no rcy for his wife’s fragrant thighs.
“Mm, Brother Rong’er you…” Lingfei Zhao was both shy and indignant.
Zhao Rong pinched her sharp chin, lifting it gently, and narrowed his eyes as he leaned closer, intimidating her with a stare, “Hurry up. If you dally any longer, when it’s ti to bathe, I won’t let you wear it.”
The young Confucian Scholar, transford into a domineering husband, suddenly leaned his forehead forward to touch the soft, fair forehead of the autumn-eyed beauty.
Thump~
He then pressed his forehead against hers, grinding it slightly, and said with a smirk:
“Every ti we’re intimate, you insist on keeping that bellyband on and not taking it off, as if you’re afraid I won’t notice the extra piece of soft jade underneath? Foolish wife, really, what’s there to hide? I wouldn’t forcibly take it. I’ve said before that it’s your wish I’m honoring at this ti, whether the bellyband is there or not.”
The couple had made a verbal agreent before: Zhao Rong needed to reach the Fu Yao Realm and get Lingfei Zhao’s consent, and they had to find the location of the white jade before he could personally take away the piece of black jade Lingfei Zhao had been nurturing for him, thus completing the jade exchange ceremony.
This was also the sense of ceremony Zhao Rong promised to Qing Jun, aside from their once-in-a-lifeti wedding night.
Although the two hadn’t ntioned it for a long ti, and their affection was at its deepest now, they still had an understanding and hadn’t forgotten about it.
Later on, when their love for each other was strong, they also made so more minute agreents. For example, Zhao Rong would pluck the moon for her, and she would nod in agreent to anything he asked, like the jade or perhaps agreeing to let a little fox demon into their room?
It’s just that Qing Jun might have already forgotten these agreents that sounded more like jokes, not taking them seriously, but soone rembered them all… and was silently waiting for an opportunity…
At this mont, facing her husband who had already accurately found the location of the black jade and accomplished one of the three conditions, Lingfei Zhao blushed.
She snorted softly, turning her face away, her red lips parted, but her tone was slightly prickly, “Hah, now you’re blaming . Brother Rong’er, who exactly is the one that hasn’t fulfilled the agreed-upon conditions? If you had done so, why would I cover it up? I’m just afraid that you’d be too frustrated just looking at it. And now you turn the bla on , and besides…”
The autumn-eyed beauty paused for a mont, rolled her pretty, playful eyes, and said with a smile, “You make it sound like you don’t even want to take it…”
“Oh, you think I can’t do it?” Zhao Rong suddenly said.
“I didn’t say that; you’re the one saying it. Just don’t make excuses to bully ,” Lingfei Zhao said with a smile, looking at the one who would struggle to reach the Fu Yao Realm in a short ti.
“I can’t do it?”
Zhao Rong nodded, feeling his position as the younger brother in the family was seriously challenged.
The next second, he moved like a darting rabbit, letting out a howl as he pounced forward with the swiftness of lightning that doesn’t allow one to cover one’s ears. He pinned Lingfei down on the table, his body pressing firmly against her soft and delicate form.
Lingfei, with a sly smile, was pinned by her apparently enraged husband. At first, she didn’t take it seriously, summoning her strength, preparing to tease Rong’er a bit, but then she was taken aback.
Because she was still being firmly pinned down by Zhao Rong!
Her first attempt to exert the perfect amount of force did not free her, which by rights it should have, even if it was a Martial Artist of the Ascending Realm.
“Rong’er, you… you…” Lingfei widened her beautiful eyes, looking at the young Confucian scholar above her, unable to resist thinking of a certain possibility…
“Am I not up to par?” Zhao Rong asked softly again, and then he continued to press down on the beauty, gently nudging.
“Mmh~” Lingfei involuntarily let out a nasally, naive sound, forgetting to blush and be annoyed, instead widening her autumnal eyes, feeling the strength in Zhao Rong’s movents and the vigorous life force within him.
She exclaid with delight, “Rong’er, you… you’ve ascended to the Fu Yao Realm! When did this happen?”
Zhao Rong did not reply, suddenly jumping off the table.
Having beco a Martial Artist of the Fu Yao Realm several days prior, he looked at the surprised lady half propped up on the table, feeling a sense of triumph and exhilaration.
Zhao Rong recalled the diary written by a Martial Artist.
Although the author of the diary wasn’t a proper person, the diary written by this improper Martial Artist was indeed a proper item that could greatly assist the following generation of Martial Artists, especially those at a bottleneck, who were just missing that bit of Spiritual Light, needing only an opportunity…
“You dare say your husband isn’t capable?” A certain domineering husband narrowed his eyes.
“I… I didn’t, it was… you said it yourself,” a certain cowed and coquettish little wife imdiately beca fearful, speaking timidly.
Hearing his wife’s ek tone, Zhao Rong gave a ‘devilishly charming’ smile.
Lingfei’s body shrank back a bit.
In an instant, Zhao Rong made his move, one hand caressing the nape of her neck, the other sliding under her knee, scooping up her enticing form in a princess carry.
“Ahh!” Lingfei gave a startled cry.
Zhao Rong carried her, striding toward the bath screen inside the room, and along the way, his large hand relentlessly carried on, teaching his wife a lesson with family discipline.
“Smack!” “Would you dare to say your husband isn’t capable again?”
“I didn’t say…”
“Smack!” “Hm?”
“No… I wouldn’t dare…”
“Smack!” “Louder.”
“I wouldn’t dare!”
“Smack!” “Then, this piece of pink lingerie, are you wearing it or not?”
Lingfei bit her lip, speaking weakly, “I’ll wear it, okay? Rong’er, please… be gentler…”
The man nodded in satisfaction, “That’s more like it. Oh, my apologies, let soothe you.”
His tone was apologetic, so his large hand resud its relentless movent, taking every advantage of his wife…
Lingfei: “·········”
…
Before long, the two prepared hot water and clothes for incense-infused bathing.
The door to the northern room was firmly closed. Behind the screen in the southern corner of the room, a warm and moist mist began to rise gradually.
The mist obscured the view of the bath, making it unclear.
One could only glimpse, through the haze, the overlapping silhouettes of two people, accompanied by the increasingly boisterous splashes of water.
This scene was like two mandarin ducks sharing a nest, frolicking in the early warmth of spring waters…
At one mont, the lady with autumnal eyes in the mandarin ducks’ bath, still reluctantly donned that tight-fitting pink lingerie.
Her face flushed with color, it was all her husband’s doing…
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