My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 505 - 336 Why are you exerting so much effort? _2
Chapter 505: Chapter 336 Why are you exerting so much effort? _2
Although my lady is a Sword Cultivator from the Vast Realm, her body pristine and untouched, always cool and sweat-free, she must have a scent, yes, a fragrance.
However, the position she is proposing right now, he refused. It was not some special fetish.
And thinking about unlocking such an advanced position all of a sudden, there likely would be no show tonight. It’s better to start with the normal, simple positions and take it slow.
Zhao Rong’s mouth curved slightly as he glanced at his lady, her eyebrows knitted, teeth barely concealed behind her lips.
No matter how he looked at her, it seemed she was just forcefully maintaining her posture, trying to scare him, but in reality, she was just a tender, succulent lamb ready for slaughter, playing the tough tiger...
Zhao Rong took a big step and blew out the only lamp in the room, swiftly returning to the side of the bed and diving into the warm, fragrant covers held by someone else.
His movement was swift and uninterrupted, giving his lady no chance to escape.
With a big bad wolf added to the bed, Zhao Lingfei curled up, inching further inside.
As Zhao Rong lay back with his face to the ceiling, he took up a large part of the bed, but still, he was not satisfied and twisted his body towards his lady, squeezing closer.
In the darkness, Zhao Lingfei shrank back again, but this time, it was in place because there was truly no room on the other side to dodge.
Zhao Rong chuckled silently while he reached out a "claw" quietly forward, claiming territory on the bed; towards Qing Jun, whose expression he couldn’t see, his tone probing, "My lady, this long night stretches on... mmph mmph!"
Just as he was about to discuss life, dreams, children, and the canteen, Zhao Rong’s breath hitched because... his mouth was suddenly blocked. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
Zhao Rong, who had intended to have his way in the blankets tonight, felt Zhao Lingfei suddenly roll to the right, instantly turning from a delicate lamb waiting to be skinned into a fierce tiger, skillfully straddling Zhao Rong.
One of her bare hands was spread against Zhao Rong’s robust chest while the other, "dominantly and gently," corrected Zhao Rong’s face. Zhao Lingfei’s head hung low, her black hair cascading down like a waterfall.
In the dark, her hair fell across Zhao Rong’s face, like strips of shimmering satin ribbons, his words cut off halfway, only managing a glance at those narrow, bright autumnal eyes before she leaned down...
Bright autumn eyes mere inches away.
Also approaching was the warmth of her breath.
The reddened, damp lips, like water, were sometimes a fierce wave, sometimes a gentle, calm stream of autumn water.
"Mmm mmm mmm..."
At this moment, Zhao Rong’s eyes widened, he stammered, his subconscious struggle proving futile, finally he had no choice but to wrap his hands around the slender waist of the lady atop him, resigning "force" to "pleasure," savoring the soft sweet lips she offered.
"Huff huff~"
With her head tilted, Zhao Lingfei’s delicate nose touching his, forehead against forehead, she "fiercely" nibbled at her husband she intended to bully.
After what seemed like an eternity, this intense yet tender ’retaliation’ finally ended.
Zhao Lingfei’s chest heaved as she sat up straight.
Zhao Rong brushed away the cascading hair from his face, scratched an itch, then touched what seemed to be the beginning hints of a rusty taste at the corners of his mouth.
What kind of plot twist is this...
His expression helpless, sounding like a little wife who had been ravaged.
"You... why did you have to be so forceful?"
Zhao Lingfei raised her hand, the back of it brushing her slightly puffed lips, a gesture of cleaning up after a meal.
She sat astride her one and only husband, pressing down on his chest, her voice cool yet utterly confident.
"Annoying, I wanted to kiss you."
Zhao Rong: "..."
Like a knightess, Zhao Lingfei lifted her head, her slender neck splendid, like a proud white swan, "Rong’er dear, don’t think you can always bully me."
Looking up at the goddess-like, haughty Qing Jun above him, Zhao Rong was speechless.
Was this the modest and dignified virtuous lady from the daylight, who would blush and be annoyed with just a tease... Indeed, everyone shows a different side that others do not see at night.
Who knew the lady had been hiding an ’aggressor’ trait.
At that moment, Lingfei suddenly leaned down again, cradling Zhao Rong’s face in her hands, and pressed her lips softly against his forehead, between his eyebrows, down his nose bridge, and to the tip of his nose... a trail of gentle pecks.
Soft and shallow, tender and gentle.
Finally, she reached Zhao Rong’s lips and left a faint bite mark there.
"There now," Lingfei’s voice softened, shifting from a lofty fairy into a little wife nestled in her lover’s arms. She stroked her husband’s temples and whispered into his ear with a sweet breath:
"Rong’er, you wished to sleep with me, and I have complied. Now we have kissed as well. Let’s sleep early and stop thinking about all those strange things."
Zhao Rong hesitated, "Or shall we talk a bit more?"
"Talk?" Lingfei looked at him with a mixture of smile and chiding, her voice gentle, "Talk about what, you big silly head?"
Their necks intertwined as she rubbed her temple against his, her voice soft and mellow, "Rong’er, have you forgotten your current cultivation status? We cannot be reckless... It’s not that I don’t want to, where would I not want to? But I can’t be reckless with you."
Hearing his wife’s gentle and wise admonition, Zhao Rong began to speak but then stopped, knowing actually there were many other ways to amuse oneself, cough cough.
But the next second, Lingfei drew her face away from his ear and moved down to... Zhao Rong’s chest.
Lingfei buried her pretty face into his robust chest, tucking like a little deer, her tone unusually whiny and coquettish, "Husband, let us, quick, go, to sleep."
Zhao Rong smiled and nodded.
"Goodnight."
Lingfei smiled sweetly, "Mm, goodnight."
After a while of rustling, the two lay shoulder to shoulder again, and darkness fell back into silence.
About the time it takes to burn a stick of incense later, Zhao Rong turned over, seemingly to get comfortable, and casually wrapped his arm around Lingfei’s waist from behind.
The latter looked down at her husband’s well-behaved hand, placed hers over it, and gently stroked the back of his hand, giving her consent.
Time continued to pass quietly. The night slowly deepened into pitch black.
However, a soft blush slowly spread across Lingfei’s skin.
It was uncertain how much time had passed when she opened her eyes slightly. Are we ever going to end this... Are you still so spirited?
Lingfei puffed her cheeks, wriggling her delicate body within Zhao Rong’s embrace, "Husband?"
"..." The darkness quieted for a moment before Zhao Rong finally murmured drowsily, "...Ah, what is it."
Lingfei didn’t remain silent.
"My lady, I admit my fault," Zhao Rong suddenly became alert, immediately appeasing with a strong desire to survive.
But she bit her lip in silence, calming herself, enduring the mental misdeeds of her ’little husband,’ and closed her eyes, "Let’s sleep."
Zhao Rong nodded like pounding garlic, "Goodnight, my lady."
The room fell quiet again, and time trickled on.
But at a certain moment... in the darkness, Lingfei’s eyes suddenly wide open, unable to endure any longer, her little husband too spirited, how could she sleep?
In the darkness, on the bed, Lingfei slowly propped herself up.
Her face bloomed like a peach blossom, her eyes slightly squinted, lips bitten, and she slowly turned over.
"..." Zhao Rong.
...
As the night became restless and noisy, a pitch-black cloud covered the shy moon, darkening the night further, hiding some bizarre happenings.
It was unclear how much time had passed.
The solid black clouds eventually melted away by the soft white moonlight, becoming fluffy clouds, a downpour burst forth, descending upon the earth...
Yet, this night was spent among strange happenings.
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