Zhao Rong followed her obediently, all the way to a spacious boudoir. On the way, they both walked forward with their heads covered, while Qing Jun walked in front with his head lowered and remained silent.
So he didn't take a closer look, looking like a gentleman, ahem.
However, from the corner of his eye, Zhao Rong could roughly tell that Qingjun's boudoir in Qinglianju was relatively monotonous and simple in terms of decoration and furniture.
And there seems to be a lack of boudoir items that most young women of her age like to dress up with, such as flower arrangements, embroidery pieces, water porcelain, etc.
Keep everything simple and make concessions for spiritual practice.
Therefore, the largest space in the boudoir is used for practice.
The floor was filled with tufts of tufts, three-foot-long green fronts, and large volumes of classics...
Apart from this, Zhao Rong only saw the simple rouge box on the low-key dressing table, the complicated tea sets on the tea table, the embroidered red objects on the suitcase and... a simple and long imperial concubine's couch.
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Zhao Rong shook his head slightly and glanced at the straight back of the lady in front of him with red makeup and a bare waist.
Why did he live so casually? In the past days when he was away, he was all busy with cultivation matters?
No, he had to save his wife's boudoir life.
It's so monotonous and boring, so don't live like a fish.
Just do it, start from tonight...
Zhao Lingfei didn't know that her husband behind her had so many dramas in her heart, and she even wanted to show her the life of a married couple that was different from that of their childhood sweethearts.
Although she was deeply suspicious of Qian'er's words, "Brother Rong'er could have any evil intentions," she was no longer shy about escaping.
She couldn't really drive him away. She softened her heart when she saw Brother Rong'er being embarrassed but not courageous.
At this moment, Zhao Lingfei bent down and lit a candle, illuminating half of the boudoir.
In the dim orange light, she led Zhao Rong to the imperial concubine's couch in the house.
He closed his eyes and said softly: "Just... just sleep here."
Zhao Rong glanced at the narrow and low imperial concubine's couch and nodded secretly. It was indeed very crowded, which was quite agreeable.
And at a glance, it was clear that Qingjun probably didn't sleep much on weekdays, and the bed was just a simple couch. She had told him to go to bed more and rest more before in Dongli Xiaozhu, but she herself...
"Um."
Zhao Rong gently sniffed the faint fragrance floating in the room, mixed with the cold fragrance of Qingjun.
He raised his hands and began to undress.
Zhao Lingfei turned around and walked to the side, seeming to glance at Zhao Rong in the middle.
Zhao Rong took off his coat and hung it on the hanger next to him, looking as if nothing had happened. However, during the movement, his peripheral vision was secretly locked on the lady's body.
Seeing her passing by him and out of his peripheral vision, Zhao Rong turned his head directly and followed her with his eyes, always paying attention to the lady's every move.
I saw Qingjun walking to the screen with a cool face, dignified and elegant, where there was a pair of clogs with colorful ribbons on the ground.
She raised one of her slender legs with her knees bent, her right foot stretched vertically, she grabbed the wooden edge of the screen with one hand, lowered her hook finger with the other, and took off her embroidered shoes.
Her petite feet were immediately exposed. Although she was wearing stockings, when Shang Qingjun raised her leg, the skin of her calf exposed under the hem of her skirt was as white as frost and slightly dazzling.
The dark room seemed to light up.
Zhao Rong's eyes were a little straight, but the next second, his expression calmed down, and for the first time, he continued to do his own thing with a normal expression.
Zhao Lingfei suddenly turned back to look at Zhao Rong, and saw that he looked calm, and looked at him for a while with his autumn eyes.
Not long after, she turned her head and dug her jade feet into the colorful clogs. Then she took off the other embroidered shoe and put on the clogs as well.
Zhao Lingfei twisted her two jade feet left and right a few times and then lightly stamped them.
During the movement, she turned her back to Zhao Rong, her originally cold and pretty face suddenly lost its strength, her eyebrows furrowed, her autumn eyes turned left and right, her eyes flashed, and she breathed out perfume quietly.
In less than three breaths, Zhao Lingfei's rich expression suddenly subsided, and her pretty face returned to a slightly cold expression.
She turned around gracefully and naturally, walked back to the bed with her colorful wooden clogs, passed Zhao Rong who moved slowly, sat on the imperial concubine's couch, and got on the bed.
Seeing that his wife was finally back, Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief. Now he saw that she had gone to bed. He quickly packed up his clothes without even taking a breath and walked to the imperial concubine's bed.
What he was a little regretful about was that Qingjun didn't take off anything, she was still wearing a pure white undershirt.
Moreover, there is no bloody scene like "a woman spreads the quilt on her back and kneels on the bed with her butt raised to test her husband's determination".
Zhao Rong shook his head to dispel those harmful images in his heart, lifted the quilt, and prepared to go to bed and 'cuddle' with Qingjun.
Zhao Lingfei hugged her knees, lowered her eyes, and seemed to be examining the embroidery on the quilt, and whispered: "Husband, how about one of us sleep at the head of the bed and the other at the end of the bed?"
Zhao Rong looked down and shook his head, "I'm afraid it smells..."
Zhao Lingfei's autumn eyes brightened slightly, and she smiled, "It's okay, it's okay, I don't dislike my husband at all."
"But I dislike your feet." Zhao Rong interrupted with a straight face.
"You...go to hell!" Zhao Lingfei bit her teeth and threw the jade pillow over.
Zhao Rong picked it up quickly and glanced at Qingjun's slender legs and small feet hidden in pure white socks.
Although the lady is a sword cultivator in the Haoran realm, with a pure and pure body, she is naturally cool and sweat-free, but there should be some smell, um, fragrance.
However, he refused the posture proposed by his wife. It was not a special hobby.
And I suddenly thought about unlocking such an advanced posture, but there is probably no chance tonight, so I'd better start with normal simple postures slowly.
Zhao Rong raised the corner of his mouth slightly and glanced at the lady with her eyebrows raised and her silver teeth secretly biting.
No matter how you look at it, you feel that she is holding on forcefully and pretending to scare him, but in fact it is just a white and tender lamb waiting to be slaughtered, pretending to be a tigress...
Zhao Rong took a big step and blew out the only lamp in the room. He quickly stepped back to the bed and got into the warm and fragrant quilt covered by someone.
The movements were completed in one go, leaving the lady no chance to escape.
There was a big bad wolf in the quilt. Zhao Lingfei curled up and shrank inside.
Zhao Rong was lying on his back, occupying a large space on the bed, but he was not satisfied yet, so he twisted his body and squeezed in the direction of his wife.
In the darkness, Zhao Lingfei shrank again, but this time, she was spinning in circles. There was really no place for her to hide on the other side.
Zhao Rong blinked, stretched out a 'devil's claw' and quietly moved forward, while testing the expressionless Qing Jun: "Madam, this long night... uh uh!"
Just when he wanted to talk about life, ideals, children, and the canteen, Zhao Rong choked on his breath because... his mouth was blocked.
Zhao Rong wanted to do whatever he wanted tonight, but Zhao Lingfei suddenly flipped over to the right. In an instant, she transformed from a delicate little lamb waiting to be skinned, to a white tiger, with its delicate body straddling Zhao Rong's body flexibly as if pouncing on food.
She opened one of her bare hands to support Zhao Rong's thick chest, and held the left side of Zhao Rong's face with her other bare hand in a domineering yet gentle manner. Zhao Lingfei's head was lowered, and three thousand black hair fell down like a waterfall.
In the darkness, Zhao Rong was halfway through his words. He only had time to look at those narrow and clear autumn eyes. Before he could react, she leaned over...
The bright autumn eyes are close at hand.
Facing him together was her breath.
Red, tender and moist lips, fierce, active and gentle.
"Uh huh..."
At this moment, Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide and hesitated, but his subconscious struggle was suppressed in vain. He could only reach out and hug the slender waist of the beautiful woman on his body, helplessly turning "being raped" into "enjoyment", and tasted her delivery
Soft and fragrant lips.
"Huhu~"
Zhao Lingfei tilted her head, her delicate nose pressed against his, and her forehead rested on her forehead. She nibbled viciously for a while on her husband who wanted to bully her.
I don't know how long it took, but this fierce and lingering kiss finally ended.
Zhao Lingfei's chest rose and fell violently and her upper body straightened up.
Zhao Rong brushed away the lady's hanging black hair from his face, scratched the itch with his fingers, and then touched the corner of his mouth that seemed to smell like rust.
What kind of intrusive plot is this...
His expression was helpless, as if he was a raped little wife.
"You...why are you trying so hard?"
Zhao Lingfei raised her bare hands, wiped her slightly pouty red lips with the back of her hands, and wiped them clean.
She was riding on the only husband of her life, pressing his chest, her voice was cold but confident.
"I'm so annoyed, I want to kiss you."
Zhao Rong: “…………”
Zhao Lingfei held her head high like a female knight, with her long and smooth neck like a proud white swan, "Brother Rong'er, don't think about bullying me all the time."
Looking up at the arrogant Qingjun who looked as condescending as a goddess, Zhao Rong was speechless.
Is this still a virtuous lady who is reserved and dignified during the day? She will be shy and annoyed if she is flirted with... As expected, everyone will reveal another side that no one knows about late at night.
The lady actually has the attribute of 'attack'.
At this moment, Zhao Lingfei suddenly leaned down again, holding Zhao Rong's face with both hands, her red lips came together, and she pecked her forehead, eyebrows, bridge of nose, tip of nose... all the way down.
Gently, gently, gently.
Finally it reached Zhao Rong's lips, leaving a faint tooth mark on it.
"Okay." Zhao Lingfei's voice softened, she touched her husband's hair and forehead, and blew the fragrance in his ears:
"Brother Rong'er wants to sleep with me. I've already relied on you and now I'm kissing you. Go to bed early and don't think about weird things."
Zhao Rong hesitated, "How about we stop chatting."
"Chat?" Zhao Lingfei seemed to be smiling, but scolded gently: "You big-headed devil."
The two of them crossed their arms, and she rubbed his temples with her temples, "Brother Rong'er, you... have you forgotten your current cultivation status? I don't want to give it to you, but... I can't mess around with you."
Zhao Rong hesitated to speak. In fact, there were many other ways to entertain himself.
But the next second, Zhao Lingfei left his head and moved down to... Zhao Rong's chest.
Zhao Lingfei's pretty face was buried in his thick chest, and she arched her head like a deer. Her tone had a rare coquettish and coquettish air, "Husband, hurry up and go to sleep."
Zhao Rong thought for a while and nodded.
"Good night."
Zhao Lingfei smiled sweetly, "Yeah."
The two lay side by side again, and the darkness fell into silence.
Zhao Rong turned over and hugged Zhao Lingfei from behind.
The latter acquiesced.
Time passes gradually.
I don’t know how long it took, but Zhao Lingfei couldn’t bear it any longer. Why didn’t she stop?
At a certain moment, she couldn't help it anymore and was so annoyed.
Zhao Lingfei propped up her delicate body with one hand, squinted her eyes, bit her lip, and turned around.