My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 678 - 418 It’s All the Husband’s Task

Zhao Rong recognized the pink bellyband at first glance.

After all, he had often used it to wipe his hands in the past.

A certain clumsy girl seemed to think he liked it, so she liked to wear it too...

Yet, now it had fallen from his clothes, and considering a certain Fox Demon had stayed here last night, the culprit was obvious to Zhao Rong.

Although he had solved the case in a split second, his current situation was more severe than social death.

After a striking piece of pink silk fabric appeared under someone’s feet, the room fell into deathly silence.

The woman who was about to take a mandarin duck bath with Zhao Rong stood still, lowered her eyelids, and stared at Su Xiaoxiao’s pink bellyband.

After asking softly, she quietly waited without looking up at Zhao Rong’s expression.

However, before Lingfei could finish speaking, not even three breaths passed. freewebnσvel.cøm

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Rong crouched down, picked up the pink bellyband, held it to his nose as if it were nothing out of the ordinary, sniffed, and then smiled gently.

He walked straight to Qing Jun, placed the pink bellyband quietly in the hands of his lady, who was slowly opening her beautiful eyes, and winked at her.

All of this happened in utter silence; no words were exchanged, but Zhao Rong’s intentions were clear.

Seeing her husband’s blatant move, Lingfei’s eyes shifted from suspicion to a mix of embarrassment and incredulity.

It seemed he was afraid that his wife wouldn’t grasp his intention and "well-meaning effort."

Zhao Rong nodded at her, then leaned down to Lingfei’s ear and whispered:

"Try it."

As Lingfei was close to Zhao Rong, her already red ears turned even deeper red, as if painted with the glow of dawn, more vibrant than before.

The next second, when she touched the pink bellyband, her fingers retracted as if she had touched a red-hot iron.

Yet, Zhao Rong chuckled, insistently took her hand, and pushed the pink bellyband into Lingfei’s delicate hands, then patted her pert derriere under her white clothes, "Be good, Qing Jun."

He smiled somewhat naughtily.

This intimate and mischievous scene between husband and wife left Lingfei utterly embarrassed. Facing the added spice Rong’er had brought to their bath, she alternated between glaring at him and shyly looking at the bellyband in her hands, her hands trembling slightly. If it weren’t for Rong’er having returned after such a long absence and eagerly supervising by her side, she would have wanted to throw it far away.

Rong’er was getting increasingly outrageous, always thinking about such indecent affairs, scheming to ravish her...and now he even bought her intimate wear...she...she was a germophobe...If not for encountering this damned childhood sweetheart in this life, Lingfei’s delicate fingers would never have touched spring water or frivolous items, let alone doing men’s dirty work...

Now, to make her beloved happy, she repeatedly submissively pleased him, acquiescing to his wishes.

Really...really an enemy from a past life... Lingfei hated her own weakness, sometimes unable to stand up to him.

At that moment, Zhao Rong blinked and considerately said, "Don’t worry, my wife, it’s clean, and it’s even been scented with incense. If you don’t believe me, smell it."

Lingfei: "..." I’ll smell your big-headed ghost!

Well, it has been scented with a little body fragrance... Zhao Rong added in his mind.

Seeing his wife distracted again by his deflection, he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, but for some reason, thinking about Qing Jun wearing that little bellyband while bathing with him suddenly...aroused his feelings.

The feeling was a bit...thrilling, something’s not right, how did this young master become so playful?

While someone was deeply reflecting, Lingfei, whose face was buried in his chest, leaned forward, nudged him with her head, and gently pushed Zhao Rong aside, wanting to walk straight ahead.

"I don’t want it," she said stubbornly, looking away.

Lingfei felt the need to try change.

"Just try it once, I prepared it specially for you, cough cough, you know how hard it was, almost got caught getting this thing." Initially panicking, Zhao Rong turned the tables and began dramatizing, appealing to his wife.

"If you...if you want someone to try, find Qian’er that mischievous girl to try, I certainly don’t want to..." Seeing Zhao Rong blocking her way again, Lingfei hit him.

Zhao Rong said speechlessly, "If I really ask her to try it first, knowing her character, she’ll definitely boast about it to you, and even if you deny it verbally, you are likely to hold a grudge. Don’t blame me then and take your anger out on me."

He sighed, unable to help but complain, "I know you two have always been like this since childhood."

"I won’t blame you," Lingfei argued back childishly, "who would want to argue over such bad stuff?"

Zhao Rong raised an eyebrow, hmm, she’s already relenting, based on this young master’s experience, just a bit more coaxing should seal the deal.

This was the ’darkest hour before dawn’; actually, Qing Jun was already feeling tender-hearted, definitely not the time for reverse psychology, like saying go find Qian’er if you please, instead, he needed to continue with gentle coaxing, pressing the advantage.

He wrapped one arm around Qing Jun, drawing her into his embrace, and covered her "disgusted" hand holding the bellyband with his hand, his face wore a pained expression:

"Little Qing Jun, my little Qing Jun. I haven’t done anything wrong recently, right? Just reward your husband, indulge me this once..."

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