Eternal Life from Taking Care of Master's Wife-Chapter 286 - 5: The Emperor’s Jade-Green Crown, the Unlucky Sect Leader Aunt (3)
Dongfang Wan’er was placed on the couch by Zhou Chen, her beautiful eyes like water, carrying a hint of shyness, most enticing.
"Your Majesty, you’re truly beautiful!"
His gaze roamed up and down Dongfang Wan’er’s body, especially her magnificent bosom, seemingly an abyss threatening to swallow Zhou Chen’s gaze, irresistible.
Her waist suddenly tapered, so slender it was barely a handful.
Her voluptuous hips, her straight and long legs.
Altogether, she was sculpted like the golden ratio, forming astonishingly feminine curves that heated Zhou Chen’s heart, making him wish he could immediately dissolve her.
He raised his hand to grasp the silky, soft jade belt, and with a gentle pull, Zhou Chen felt as though the entire world had lost its color.
All colors converged onto Dongfang Wan’er.
She seemed like a world unto herself, attracting all of Zhou Chen’s gaze and warmth.
"Your Majesty, you must’ve been the favored one in the harem back then, unrivaled!"
Zhou Chen’s eyes were filled with amazement as he praised, "I finally understand what it means for a single glance to bring forth a hundred charms, making the palace beauties pale in comparison!"
Her skin was whiter than snow, a beauty seemingly sculpted from translucent jade, exuding streams of sweet fragrance, like orchids or musk, intoxicating the soul.
Her body was flawless, like a meticulously polished piece of mutton fat jade, without the slightest blemish, yet so soft, elegant in demeanor, her skin more smooth and lustrous than jade, moonlight white surpassing snow.
Beauty to the extreme.
"A single glance brings forth a hundred charms, making the palace beauties pale in comparison..."
"Such a good poem!"
Dongfang Wan’er smiled sweetly, admiration and worship in her beautiful eyes like endless flowing water:
"That sweet little mouth, I wonder how many girls it has deceived!"
"Does Zhou Chen still need to deceive girls?"
Zhou Chen shook his head and laughed: "Besides, it’s nowhere near as sweet as Your Majesty’s mouth!"
"Smooth talker!"
Dongfang Wan’er raised her hand, her delicate fingers pointed playfully at Zhou Chen’s lips.
Zhou Chen opened his mouth and bit Dongfang Wan’er’s fair jade finger.
"Your Majesty, Zhou Chen is hungry!"
Zhou Chen glanced at Dongfang Wan’er, his gaze intense.
"I’ll get you something to eat!"
Dongfang Wan’er prepared a sumptuous meal for Zhou Chen, both meat and vegetables...
All things Zhou Chen loved to eat.
"Start with a steamed bun to fill your stomach!"
Dongfang Wan’er picked up a white, soft steamed bun and fed it to Zhou Chen.
"Zhou Chen thanks Your Majesty!"
After eating and drinking to his fill, Zhou Chen felt full of strength.
Full belly prompts thoughts of English.
Zhou Chen lowered his head and kissed Dongfang Wan’er’s soft lips.
The room became heated.
Spring spreads its virtues, illuminating the humble home!
...
In the Great Qian Royal Secret Realm.
Chu Feiyu skinned and stewed that long and thick Mortal Dragon Loach King, the rich aroma of meat permeating, its color beautiful.
But Chu Feiyu had no appetite at all.
"It’s truly hateful!"
Although he understood, he still felt displeased.
Jade’s light shone upon his face.
A blaze of green.
...
Meanwhile.
Qingzhou.
Cyan Cloud Prefecture.
Cyan Cloud City.
A Cyan-clothed Fairy, with snow-like skin, graceful figure, and ample bosom, stepped into the city, gathering information about Sect Leader Qing Yuyao.
"Qing Yao, aunt is here to find you!"
The Cyan-clothed Fairy glanced toward the direction of Qiandu, murmuring to herself, her silhouette gradually disappearing in Cyan Cloud City, unnoticed by anyone around.
...
Great Qian Imperial Palace.
Bihua Palace.
The grand hall was a mess, various intimate clothing ripped to shreds, scattered everywhere.
Within the red veil.
Zhou Chen tightly held Dongfang Wan’er, who embraced him, greedily kissing her soft lips.
They did not separate.
"Your Majesty, you’re truly a temptress!"
Zhou Chen felt wholly at ease, gazing at Dongfang Wan’er’s flushed face, affectionate eyes, shimmering with tantalizing mist:
"Anyone marrying Your Majesty would surely end up dead on Your Majesty’s stomach sooner or later!"
"Nonsense! I am no widow jinx, misfortune-bringer!"
Dongfang Wan’er raised her beautiful eyes, half-jokingly, half-fretting, her delicate finger lightly touching Zhou Chen’s forehead, her eyes containing reproach.
"I just want to die on Your Majesty’s stomach, never to separate from you!"
Zhou Chen licked his lips.
Feeling stronger again.
Gaining strength from consuming milk.
"A man’s mouth, a deceitful ghost!"
Dongfang Wan’er gave Zhou Chen a sidelong glance, teasing:
"Then don’t leave tonight, stay here with me!"
"Your Majesty, parting is for an even better reunion next time!"
Zhou Chen shook his head, speaking determinedly.
He had already stayed here for seven consecutive days without returning.
He’s not a man who grows tired of old companions.
No matter what he says today, he must go back.
"Then why did you say never to part?"
Dongfang Wan’er gave Zhou Chen a sidelong glance:
"I knew men’s words can’t be trusted, especially those spoken in bed!"
"Men agree to anything to beguile a woman, but afterward, they’ll surely regret and equivocate!"
Zhou Chen smiled, not retorting.
But aren’t women just the same?
Men crave women’s bodies, women crave men’s money bags.
Let’s not speak of others.
Speaking of Dongfang Wan’er, had it not been for Zhou Chen being able to help her awaken the Sword Emperor bloodline, would Dongfang Wan’er indulge him any way he pleased?
Isn’t she also lusting after his gold!
"Time is late, Your Majesty have a good rest, wash tomorrow and wait, Zhou Chen takes his leave!"
Seeing the sky was dark, Zhou Chen left without hesitation.
"Such a heartless little rascal!"
Watching Zhou Chen tighten his belt, leaving without a trace of reluctance, Dongfang Wan’er pouted. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
"They say there’s no love yet there’s affection!"
Waving farewell to Dongfang Wan’er, Zhou Chen left without looking back, taking nothing with him.
"They say there’s no love..."
Dongfang Wan’er retracted her gaze, slowly sitting up, sensing herself, whispering Zhou Chen’s words full of philosophy.
"Truly no love..."
Rain continually fell for a week.
She looked at the strawberries she planted, and her eyes reddened and swollen with unabashed joy, tears streaming down, divine power surging within her.
