"Wife, you’re really beautiful!"

Tiger praised, staring fixedly and foolishly.

The bride lowered her head and smiled charmingly.

"My name is Qin Huarong, my father also used to be an official!"

"You..."

"You’re good-looking too!"

Her cheeks heated up, and her palms were sweaty.

Qin Huarong’s father once served as an official in the Ministry of War, although his rank was small, he still came from a decent family.

Pairing her with Tiger, who was illiterate and only knew how to dance with sticks, seemed fitting.

Since childhood, she watched her father wield a broadsword in the yard, exuding power and awe, which gave her a great sense of security and deep admiration.

Silently in her heart, she vowed to marry a man like her father one day.

That kind of commanding presence, that heroic spirit enamored her, made her want to melt into the gentlest stream and flow into the hero’s arms.

Unfortunately, fate played its tricks.

Her father passed away early, her brother did not cherish her, even marrying her off to a sickly, pretentious scholar to bring him luck.

She felt her entire life had lost its color and once considered ending it.

But then she thought again.

Why ruin herself for someone she didn’t love?!

Better to live than die, she refused to succumb.

Later, that scholar died, and she was driven out of the house, finally finding her own way.

Finally, she no longer needed to see that sickly face, no longer smell the medicinal odor that filled the room.

No longer did she have to endure the sneers of her husband’s family, nor serve that man defiantly.

Her life could finally be controlled by her own will.

Even if it meant poverty and struggling, at least it was free and stable.

That day.

Unexpectedly, a matchmaker visited her door proposing marriage, explaining the other party’s situation.

The man was a Great General, returning victoriously from war, even rewarded with gifts and promotions by the Emperor with limitless prospects...

The matchmaker’s endless stream of praises went on and on.

But what truly moved her was the phrase ’He is the Great General.’

Wow!

A Great General, a grand hero.

Even she couldn’t believe that the youthful fantasies could still have a chance to come true.

So without much thought, she agreed.

And so...

By a twist of fate, these two ended up together like this.

Qin Huarong nervously lifted her gaze, looking deeply at her husband’s rugged face.

"Do you mind that I’ve been married, that I’m not a virgin?"

Tiger was immersed in the joy of ’being told he looked good’ for the first time.

His brain was almost overwhelmed by the waves of happiness, and without thinking, he waved it off.

"Who cares about some virgin!"

"I don’t give a damn!"

"Even if you’ve killed someone, I still like you!"

"In this lifetime, I only like you!"

The rough words, the domineering attitude, wrapped him in a layer of heroic aura.

Qin Huarong was somewhat moved:

A true hero indeed has a broad mind, truly a real man.

His tall and sturdy shape, his chest of iron-hard muscles, the distinct veins on his hands, his rugged facial features, his unyielding demeanor, his fearless attitude towards everything ...

Everything about him was so sexy, it made her endlessly fascinated.

"Husband..."

Qin Huarong’s eyes were brimming with tears, overwhelmed and about to cry.

Fortunately, she didn’t die back then; the heavens arranged such a good marriage for her.

Thank the heavens... thank you!

Tiger was bewildered, why was she crying?

"Wife?"

"Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

"Is it that family treating you poorly?! Don’t worry!"

"If they dare bully you again, I’ll chop off their heads!"

Such dominance! How domineering! The Beautiful Delicate Lady felt euphoric...

Qin Huarong quickly wiped her tears.

"Husband, don’t panic, I... I’m just too happy!"

Tiger still didn’t understand.

Isn’t happiness supposed to make people smile? Why was she crying?!

Never mind, as long as it wasn’t sadness.

He moved closer and took the Beautiful Delicate Lady into his arms.

"Rest assured, wife!"

"As long as I’m here, no one dares to bully you!"

Qin Huarong was deeply moved.

"Husband, I believe you!"

Your body is broad and strong like a city wall.

In your arms, I feel so safe, so secure.

The light, simple scent of soap on him, mixed with a faint smell of sweat, was pleasant.

That rich masculine scent made her feel at ease.

She slowly closed her eyes, initiating a kiss on his lips.

Tiger had been holding back his fiery passion for a long time, and with her kiss,

He could no longer contain it, like a flood that burst its banks, it poured out instantaneously.

He took her in his arms and fell onto the bed, gasping heavily.

He resembled a beast, a ravenous tiger devouring its prey, nibbling at her smooth neck.

"Wife... you’re really beautiful!" he muttered unintelligibly.

His hands didn’t stop, tearing at her clothes.

In the blink of an eye, he had stripped off the Beautiful Delicate Lady underneath, leaving not even a pair of underpants.

"Husband..."

Qin Huarong blushed with shyness and joy, mixed with excitement and thrill.

A hero is indeed valiant, so different from her former husband.

That limp slug couldn’t even handle the duty of procreation, and dared call himself a man?

This before her was a real man!

...

Tiger was also very excited.

Earlier on, the Wedding Matron secretly instructed him not to be too forceful to hurt the Madam...

He too secretly vowed to himself.

’I must be gentle, to be tender with my wife!’

But...

When Tiger saw the beauty’s fair and jade-like, slender and fragrant soft body...

His mind went hot, and he threw everything out the window.

He unfastened his trousers, impatiently drawing his weapon to the front.

Then...

Engaging hand-to-hand, laying siege and capturing territory, moving in depth and breadth, grinding left and right.

Old-man style, ample sweat dripping, waves rolling, myriad postures changing.

The candlelight flickered, gentle moans sounded, hitting the mark, dying in ecstasy!

Tiger fought bravely, wishing he could release all the pent-up fire. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

The beauty beneath also flush-cheeked, sweating profusely,

Her slender white arms weakly resting on her fierce Tiger husband’s shoulders, her whole body limp, eyes unfocused, looking especially charming in the dim candlelight.

After more than half a night of indescribable moments.

Fierce Tiger was finally tired.

Qin Huarong lay entirely limp as a noodle.

She lay there with a blush, eyes unfocused, her whole being was left with a sliver of consciousness.

She was utterly satisfied.

Turns out a real man is like this.

Turns out that thing is not limp as a noodle, but rock-hard.

Turns out the feeling of being in ecstasy that those little wives exchanged glances about, was like this.

A hero is indeed a hero, truly different.

Qin Huarong closed her eyes in satisfaction.

Tiger felt a bit guilty, seeing his wife nearly fainting, he was somewhat anxious.

"Wife... I’m sorry... I..."

"Wife, are you alright?!"

He wanted to curse himself! How could he not hold back?

How did he... end up being so rough?!

His wife’s body was so delicate, if he hurt her, what would he do?!