My Wife Is A Sword Immortal Chapter 759 - 4623

At night, Zhao Rong opened the Martial Artist’s diary and began reading it carefully.

The night passed without a word. He felt so doubts dissipate in his heart and smiled, "Just with your little cultivation?

"You, don’t hit, Miss Zhao will probably be back soon."

Zhao Rong turned to look at the pitch-dark night outside the window, indeed it was getting late.

Seizing the opportunity, Su Qingdai flipped her body over, her fragrant thighs sitting on his lap, casually pressing Zhao Rong’s right hand, which he hadn’t managed to withdraw, underneath her. She didn’t mind at all, and instead, seeing Zhao Rong didn’t reject her sitting in his embrace, Su Qingdai smiled broadly, wrapping both hands around his left hand, her tender body soft and boneless against Zhao Rong’s sturdy chest.

Afterward.

Su Qingdai happily listened to the vigorous heartbeat of the destined Emperor while whispering secrets.

She was devising strategies for Zhao Rong’s cultivation and even took out so treasures from the Suru Object to give to Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong watched quietly, shook his head, and didn’t accept them, occasionally responding, and was noncommittal about so suggestions.

Soon, hearing footsteps in the distance, the two separated.

Su Qingdai returned to her room.

Little Qian’er ca back with Uncle Xiaobai.

At night, Zhao Rong opened the Martial Artist’s diary and began reading it carefully.

The night passed without a word. He felt so doubts dissipate in his heart and smiled, "Just with your little cultivation?

"You, don’t hit, Miss Zhao will probably be back soon."

Zhao Rong turned to look at the pitch-dark night outside the window, indeed it was getting late.

Seizing the opportunity, Su Qingdai flipped her body over, her fragrant thighs sitting on his lap, casually pressing Zhao Rong’s right hand, which he hadn’t managed to withdraw, underneath her. She didn’t mind at all, and instead, seeing Zhao Rong didn’t reject her sitting in his embrace, Su Qingdai smiled broadly, wrapping both hands around his left hand, her tender body soft and boneless against Zhao Rong’s sturdy chest.