My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 677 - 417 Zhao Lingfei: Whose Pocket Stomach? (5) (Added for ’Uncle Yong’ Brother League Leader!)
Chapter 677: Chapter 417 Zhao Lingfei: Whose Pocket Stomach? (5) (Added for ’Uncle Yong’ Brother League Leader!)
"These women, their noses are more sensitive than one another..."
At the entrance of the East Fence Small House, a young Confucian scholar muttered something, sighing lightly.
The next moment, Zhao Rong hurried to the clothes rack and collected the pink garment, then returned to the room, opened the west window and skylight for ventilation, and then tidied up briefly and heated some water.
Soon after, Zhao Rong quickly bathed behind the screen, washing away the scent of a certain little fox demon, and deliberately avoiding using scented soaps or spices, opting instead for a simple cleaning.
He then changed into a clean, odorless white shirt and quickly dried his damp hair.
Afterward, Zhao Rong suddenly dropped to the ground and started doing push-ups.
He set a modest goal for himself, five hundred push-ups.
Once he finished, his martial artist physique finally began to sweat...
After finishing all these tasks and erasing most traces in the room, Zhao Rong looked around the interior, seemingly feeling there were no significant flaws left, he nodded slightly, and wandered over to the bookshelf.
Through the west window, Zhao Rong glanced at the quiet courtyard doors and then at the place where the little fox demon had been settled.
He took a deep breath, calming down, and began leisurely organizing the bookshelf.
However, in less than ten breaths’ time, the courtyard door suddenly opened, and an attractive, tall, and graceful silhouette appeared at the doorway.
Qing Jun had indeed returned...
...
"I’ve missed you."
At this moment, Zhao Lingfei didn’t speak in response to the soft voice of Rong’er brother beside her ear, she slightly rolled her eyes upwards, quietly looking at him.
The meaning was probably... husband, stop joking around.
Zhao Rong understood, restrained his smile a bit, became serious, and led her to the rocking chair beside the desk, where they both sat down.
Someone glanced down at his legs and then winked at Zhao Lingfei, who was standing in front of him.
This enchantingly beautiful woman with autumnal eyes looked quite alluring, her cheeks flushed, and like a swan, she gracefully lowered her head and sat on his lap.
Her tall and curvy body leaned back against Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong was in the back, Zhao Lingfei in front.
As they intertwined, he hugged her from behind, she turned her head, her autumnal eyes not moving from her husband’s face for even a moment.
In this intimate and embarrassing posture, Zhao Rong gently kicked the ground, setting the rocking chair in motion.
Yes, while hugging the waist of a certain delicate beauty with peach-like blushing cheeks under the autumn sun, they swayed together.
Zhao Rong relayed what he had told his two friends about the reasons for his return to his wife, and also briefly mentioned the matters related to Great Li.
After Zhao Lingfei digested this information for a while, she lightly bowed her head, allowing one of his somewhat mischievous hands to move freely, resting her lovely face against his sturdy chest, listening to the forceful beating of his heart. Simultaneously, her delicate nose twitched slightly.
It seemed she was sniffing something.
Zhao Rong pretended to sigh, "I just hurried back not long ago, um, do I smell of sweat? What, do you disdain your husband now?"
He said this with a smile.
Zhao Lingfei shook her head earnestly, "How could I dislike you?"
Her fair and clear face pressed close to him, and the next moment she suddenly asked, "Who aired out the quilt outside?"
Zhao Rong held his wife close, rocking in the rocking chair, and casually said, "I just came in and wanted to rest, but I found that the bedding was a bit damp, so I’m not sure if it was getting moldy, so I took it out for airing, huh, strange. My house faces Chaoyang, it shouldn’t be damp..."
Zhao Lingfei, listening intently, seemed to remember something, and said with a bit of embarrassment as she lowered her head, "Yesterday I washed it for you, then in the evening, Yushu and the others helped me collect it. Maybe it wasn’t dry yet when it was collected, or maybe I forgot to bring in the quilt, and they collected it late and it got damp..."
The words of the autumn-eyed woman, who was a little household scatterbrain, carried a hint of self-reproach for her own carelessness.
"It’s alright." Zhao Rong shook his head and patted her slender waist reassuringly.
He suddenly leaned close to her ear, lightly biting Zhao Lingfei’s rosy and translucent earlobe, saying, "Thank you, my lady. You’re really wonderful."
Zhao Lingfei smiled sweetly, yet gradually she began to feel that something was amiss.
Indeed, Zhao Rong soon began to ’thank’ his virtuous wife with practical actions.
"You... you..." Zhao Lingfei, sitting on the lap of a certain bad man, turned and glowered at him.
"What’s wrong with me?" Zhao Rong smirked, feeling that the current position, with her on top of him, was quite nice, and her curves ’fit’ him particularly well, allowing for the development of many interesting play methods... However, the most important thing right now was to divert my lady’s attention.
Once Qing Jun was emotionally stirred, she would transform into a little ditz...
"You... you... take care of your health," Zhao Lingfei gently nudged him with her elbow.
Zhao Rong just smiled, neither confirming nor denying what she was alluding to.
But Zhao Lingfei, with her back towards him, didn’t see it.
"Take care of my health? Alright, let’s ’take care’ of each other." Zhao Rong said in all seriousness...
Before long, the couple, despite the broad daylight, started their intimate caresses and soon broke into a sweat, even though one had a martial artist’s physique exceeding that of ordinary people, and the other had a cool, sweat-free body of an immortal.
Although this was just simple affectionate touching, the two had been apart for ten days, and they missed each other very much. Emotional feelings could hardly be held back by mere physiology...
Zhao Rong went to wipe the thin layer of fragrant sweat from Zhao Lingfei’s flushed forehead, and seeing the fairy of ice and purity turned into this embarrassingly blushing state even sweating, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment...
Accompanying this was a feeling of conquest and pride, which probably would drive all men mad with obsession...
Half an incense stick later, a beauty with flushed cheeks and wobbly legs hurriedly escaped from the rocking chair that had been a certain someone’s support. She covered her chest with her jade hand, breathing heavily, turned, and attempted to flee.
But Zhao Rong wouldn’t let her go so easily. With exceptional agility, he picked himself up, reached forward to catch her by her bright wrist, and pulled her into his arms.
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Zhao Rong looked down to see the beautiful woman, still slightly panting with fragrant sweat, fair as a peach and supple as willows by the flowing water, her skin ascool and smooth as jade but flushed beneath her translucent dress.
Such a Qing Jun was breathtakingly beautiful.
Zhao Lingfei didn’t know why her husband was so ardent after returning, assuming it was because he missed her deeply after the long separation.
At this moment, her heart felt as if it were coated in honey, so sweet, but indeed she was extremely embarrassed, and said in a soft whisper, "Shall we... shall we take a bath first, there’s so much sweat."
Zhao Rong thought for a moment, then seriously replied, "But won’t we just sweat again later?"
Zhao Lingfei was at a loss for words.
Suddenly, Zhao Rong nodded, "I understand, my lady knows how to play, being considerate of her husband. Wait, I’ll go get the clothes, and you prepare the water. We’ll bathe together, and while at it, we can study the technique of scrubbing each other’s backs..."
Zhao Lingfei: "..."
Rong’er, that’s enough...
Zhao Lingfei wanted to escape, but still, she was subdued by the domineering scholar Zhao Ziyu, under his ’threat and bribe’.
Very soon.
After a barely detectable nod by a certain autumn-eyed beauty with a red face, Zhao Rong casually walked to the book chest, and began to search for the second set of clothes to change into today.
Zhao Lingfei adjusted her hair and got up to prepare the water.
At that moment, the young Confucian scholar casually pulled out a familiar robe from the heavy chest, turned to leave, but right at that moment, a certain pink object slipped out of the neatly folded robe.
A pink silk cloth gently landed on the floor.
It also attracted the attention of the two, who were about to share a mandarin duck bath.
What is this...
Zhao Lingfei, whose pretty face was still slightly rosy, looked down, examined it for a while, and said softly, "Whose undergarment is this?"
"..." Zhao Rong.
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