Eternal Life from Taking Care of Master's Wife-Chapter 221 - 56: The Beautiful Master Is Trapped
The night was like water, the crescent moon akin to a mischievous child, shy to gaze openly, yet unable to resist peeking through narrowed eyes.
The jade bed was vast.
Sword Hero’s delicately flushed exquisite face was beaded with a fine layer of sweat, with strands of disheveled hair at the corners of her mouth.
Sword Hero’s slender body was full and graceful, as Zhou Chen draped a torn robe over her bare jade-like form.
Under the faint moonlight, her fair skin appeared indistinct, gleaming with a soft sheen, her waterfall-like hair cascading down, fluttering wildly with Sword Hero’s movements.
Sword Hero had already done at least several thousand squats.
Fortunately, Sword Hero wasn’t an ordinary person, having completed the Eighty-One Body Refining Transformations, her physical strength immense and energy endless; thousands or even tens of thousands were nothing to her.
Zhou Chen rested his head against a cushion, watching Sword Hero train, the Princess Phoenix Robe casually draped over his shoulders fluttering up and down with her movements.
Especially with the torn hem exposing a pair of plump and powerful white legs, long and smooth, as Sword Hero worked out...
Exuding a bewitching allure akin to a witch’s seduction amidst holiness.
Lazily reclining like an old master not wanting to move, Zhou Chen gazed intently, gently caressing Sword Hero’s smooth, beautiful legs, an intoxicated expression on his face:
"Sword Hero, you are so beautiful!"
"Are you tired?"
Raising his eyes, Zhou Chen seemingly saw two large, bright full moons, causing his gaze to burn with even more fervor. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
Sword Hero said nothing, continuing her exercise.
Watching Sword Hero train, Zhou Chen, seized by poetic inspiration, said softly:
"Rise and the peach blossoms lock, sit and the lotus blooms wide."
"Movements like butterflies dance, waves riding upon the tides."
Sword Hero’s eyes trembled slightly, her face flushed red, as she felt exhausted and unwilling to move anymore.
"Let me take over!"
Zhou Chen chuckled, exhaling a long breath of turbid air.
He had also rested enough.
Though he sometimes was lazy.
Too lazy to move.
Yet as the saying goes: An eagle appears asleep, a tiger seems sick.
Though an eagle may seem asleep, a tiger may walk as if ill, the moment they move, they are a cataclysmic force, violently unstoppable.
Having rested enough and not wanting Sword Hero to be too fatigued, Zhou Chen immediately flipped up.
Like an eagle spotting prey, instantly spreading its wings and diving, delivering a fatal strike, or a tiger descending the mountain, brutally fierce, pouncing on its prey.
"Such a rogue... what dreadful verse..."
Yaoji, initially curious upon hearing Zhou Chen compose a poem, had some expectations.
She had heard Zhou Chen’s "waistline thinning without regret, for you I wither" and knew Zhou Chen to be exceeding in talent.
But she never anticipated such crude verses from Zhou Chen this time.
She felt her ears were being sullied.
Strangely though.
Images conjured themselves in her mind.
"Pah!"
Spitting emphatically, Yaoji truly wished to block her ears.
She found the days dragging on while Zhou Chen felt time passing swiftly.
The happiest times always sneak away, unnoticed, as a hint of dawn appeared beyond the horizon, with early birds singing, searching for worms.
Gazing at the deeply asleep Sword Hero, Zhou Chen lovingly kissed her gently closed eyes, embracing Sword Hero’s warm and tender body, savoring the aftermath’s lingering warmth and comfort.
Half an hour later.
Zhou Chen sensed someone outside, pondered, then quietly stirred and rose from bed, a Magical Treasure Robe forming around him, as he stepped outside.
The Eldest Princess Yaoji, her back to Zhou Chen, was watering the flowers.
Her graceful silhouette was sharply defined as if chiseled by a master, the beauty of its lines breathtaking, her icy, tender skin, and delicate bones lined with eloquence.
Zhou Chen stepped forward, just about to greet when Yaoji suddenly turned, her cold and beautiful phoenix eyes with a suffocating majesty:
"Oh Zhou Chen, how dare you sneak into Xiong’Er’s room at night to bully her, what should be your crime?"
"The Eldest Princess speaks wrongly!"
Zhou Chen smiled, knowing Yaoji was deliberately pretending to frighten him.
Yaoji surely knew he had come since last night.
She might not have realized when he arrived, but when he and Sword Hero were vigorously engaged, she certainly knew.
Yet Yaoji did not interrupt them last night.
"Sword Hero and I have mutual feelings, you willing, me willing, how’s that bullying?"
Looking at Yaoji’s exquisitely majestic face, Zhou Chen chuckled:
"Besides, I don’t have time to love Sword Hero enough, how could I possibly bully her?"
Yaoji’s mouth twitched slightly, ’Do you take me for blind?’
Truly, men’s words are vexing lies.
"Sneaking into Xiong’Er’s room in the middle of the night with ulterior motives, and there’s reasoning for that?"
Yaoji sneered, questioning:
"Do you think Xiong’Er is someone you can beckon at will, toy with as you please?"
"The Eldest Princess speaks unfairly. Naturally, I see Sword Hero as my woman. After some time, I will go to Qiandu to propose and bring Sword Hero as my bride!"
Zhou Chen got straight to the point, he had mentioned this to Sword Hero last night, knowing that was what Yaoji surely was concerned about.
"So, is Aunt Yaoji satisfied?"
Zhou Chen stepped forward to bow, with a slight smile.
"Who’s your aunt!"
Looking at the cheeky smile on Zhou Chen’s face, Yaoji’s deliberately stern expression almost faltered, she shot him a searing glance:
"Smooth talker!"
Saying this, a scene from last night unexpectedly drifted into Yaoji’s mind, a faint blush appearing on her fair face, shining brightly in the morning sun, exceedingly tempting.
"Aunt Yaoji is Sword Hero’s aunt, naturally she’s also my aunt!"
Zhou Chen laughed.
"Big mouth! If I ever discover you bullying Xiong’Er, I’ll break your legs!"
Giving Zhou Chen a stern look, Yaoji sent him away.
"Goodbye, Aunt!"
Zhou Chen departed, triumphant, ready to receive his treasures as the Saint Heir.
"That little scoundrel..."
Yaoji shook her head, pushed open the door, and entered the room.
In an instant.
A strong scent filled the room, Yaoji’s face reddened slightly, waving open the windows to disperse the accumulated special aroma.
