My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 135 - 120 Yuan Yuan Pavilion and Female Red

Chapter 135 -120: Yuan Yuan Pavilion and Female Red (Extra chapter 1/11 for the leader of the “Zhou Yafu Brothers”)

Chapter 135 -120: Yuan Yuan Pavilion and Female Red (Extra chapter 1/11 for the leader of the “Zhou Yafu Brothers”)

Moonlit night.

Broken temple, behind the deity statue.

Beside the fire.

The beautiful woman with bright and affectionate eyes, eyelids slightly drooping, bowed her head while her pretty face flushed.

Seeing that her lover finally looked at her, she did not gaze at Zhao Rong anymore.

She gently bit on a red ribbon with her pearly teeth, her lotus arms raising to tie up her three thousand strands of fine hair behind her coif.

Zhao Rong suddenly stood up.

Su Xiaoxiao trembled slightly but still did not look at him, though her pretty face grew even redder.

Like a drop of red ink on snow.

Zhao Rong walked over to her.

Her eyelashes quivered.

Zhao Rong suddenly reached out to tap the beauty’s delicate nose and gently tugged the red ribbon between her lips, moving behind her to help tie her hair.

With her head bowed, Su Xiaoxiao’s lips curved into a smile, and the corners of her eyes did the same.

Behind her.

From Zhao Rong’s angle, he could clearly see Su Xiaoxiao’s smooth jade back, with only two thin straps tied around her slender waist.

Zhao Rong couldn’t help staring at the adorable bow, which needed just a gentle pull…

He swallowed, cursing under his breath, “Little vixen.”

Zhao Rong shook his head.

“Don’t tilt your head.”

“Oh.”

She obediently responded.

In Zhao Rong’s fingers were strands of her soft, cool hair, delightful to the touch.

Su Xiaoxiao bit her lip, happily watching the deity statue in front of her.

At one moment, she softly exclaimed.

“Zhao Lang, this place… seems like the Round View Temple.”

Zhao Rong asked casually, “What’s the Round View Temple?”

With her Jade Hand firm, Su Xiaoxiao listed off as if reciting treasures.

“The Round View Temple is on Qiantang Mountain, also an unattended Daoist Temple. It’s round, just like this place, well, and there’s a deity statue, the one in Round View Temple is a Goddess; the head of the statue here seems to be missing…”

“Xiaoxiao first gained awareness at the Round View Temple. It was also summer then, and the temple was like Xiaoxiao’s home. Xiaoxiao would clean it every few days and stay the night. Hmm, it’s just that the location was secluded, hardly anyone visited. The only time… that handsome scholar who was heading to the capital for the imperial exam… ah, Zhao Lang, why are you hitting me?”

Su Xiaoxiao pouted, widening her eyes with a tone of grievance, yet a hint of slyness flashed through her pupils.

After hearing a certain phrase, Zhao Rong gave her a flick on the forehead.

“Thinking of other handsome scholars again? You silly girl, you had quite some nerve back then, daring to flirt with others without asking me, didn’t you?”

With a beaming smile, Su Xiaoxiao said, “Zhao Lang, I didn’t know you back then, how could I have asked you? At that time, Xiaoxiao wholeheartedly wanted to find the perfect suitor. Since Zhao Lang wasn’t showing up, the foolish Xiaoxiao went to try. Besides, that handsome scholar ran away, Xiaoxiao didn’t talk to him. From then on, Xiaoxiao never did such things again. However, Xiaoxiao did meet quite a few handsome scholars along the way…”

Zhao Rong finished tying up her hair, admiring his work with satisfaction.

At this moment, upon hearing her words, he raised his hand, ready to flick her forehead again, but the little lass had already hopped and turned around.

She looked up at him, her gaze soft and gentle, and smoothly said:

“But in Xiaoxiao’s eyes, none of them are as handsome as Zhao Lang.”

Zhao Rong’s face turned red, and he coughed, “How am I handsome? Didn’t you say I was nothing remarkable?”

“Ah!”

The little lass threw herself into Zhao Rong’s arms, her voice soft and tender, as if falling into a cloud of soft jade.

“Now I only think you’re handsome, you’re handsome, you’re handsome. Xiaoxiao only wants to look at you…”

The beauty in his arms began to act coquettishly.

It seemed this was her first time acting coquettishly as a lover.

Zhao Rong was somewhat overwhelmed, mainly because the lass was dressed lightly and was “bumping around” in his arms, whether intentionally or not.

This was also what Zhao Rong thought was Su Xiaoxiao’s most seductive trait.

Because normally she was so carefree and innocent, the occasional act that could stir the heart left you unsure if she was doing it intentionally or by accident, not to mention some of the weird things that her ancestor, whom Zhao Rong had never met, had taught her.

Zhao Rong felt troubled yet… vaguely expectant?

“Where am I good-looking?”

Upon hearing that, Su Xiaoxiao stopped fidgeting and lifted her head in her lover’s embrace, extending her Jade Hand to carefully stroke Zhao Rong’s face, trailing down.

His sword brows.

“Here is good-looking.”

His eye corners.

“Here is good-looking.”

His high nose.

“This is good-looking as well.”

And his slightly upturned lips.

“This here is even better-looking.”

Zhao Rong laughed, “Alright, enough, you little flatterer.”

“Giggles—”

Su Xiaoxiao buried her little head into Zhao Rong’s embrace, giggling foolishly.

Zhao Rong shook his head and carried her to the front of the statue.

Looking up, the statue was dilapidated, its once all-red lacquer barely discernible. At the missing head, a beam of moonlight drowned the space.

He turned his head following the moonlight to find it was entering through a hole in the roof, shaped as if deliberately made into a skylight.

There, a patch of stars from the eastern sky was visible.

Zhao Rong looked up for a while before lowering his gaze.

After losing its head, if not for Su Xiaoxiao saying it was a Goddess, Zhao Rong couldn’t even tell its gender.

Zhao Rong took a closer look but still couldn’t discern which deity of Daoism it was supposed to be.

The little girl said that Jade Hand Temple was the first place she saw when her spirit awakened in her hazy understanding. Now, she and he were affirming their love here too, which indeed seemed fated…

Zhao Rong frowned, “Silly girl, in such a wilderness, how did you find this place in the afternoon?”

“Um, I thought you didn’t want me this afternoon, and my head was in a whirl, running and running. When I got tired, I ended up here… Zhao Rong, let’s go warm up by the fire, I’m cold.”

Su Xiaoxiao buried her head in Zhao Rong’s embrace, coveting the warmth, her voice muffled.

Zhao Rong thought for a moment, nodded gently, tightened his hold on her, and sat down by the fire.

Su Xiaoxiao wrapped her arms around his waist, sitting in his lap, her head leaning against him.

Both were silent for a while.

A moment passed.

Seeing Zhao Rong remain motionless, Su Xiaoxiao sneakily lifted her head to glance at him.

She saw him staring blankly at the fire.

Um, you say Xiaoxiao is silly, but you are a daze yourself…

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She was dressed lightly and felt cold.

On the left was the fiercely burning fire emitting heat, and on the right was the broad, solid, and warm chest.

Without a second thought, she made her choice.

Suddenly, Zhao Rong’s expression changed, feeling his waistband being stealthily untied by a small hand.

At the moment, he only wore a thin robe, with nothing underneath…

But before he could react, the little Fox Demon in his arms suddenly opened his robe and nestled inside.

Two pairs of lotus-root-like jade hands tightly embraced his waist.

Their bodies joined intimately.

The arc-like rainbow was pressed very flat, and their hearts were very close to each other.

This was truly holding soft jade in his arms.

His nose was filled with her lush, fragrant maidenly scent.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath, holding her, yet made no other move.

“Hmm~”

Su Xiaoxiao let out a few coquettish hums and stretched out a hand as white as jade and as soft as cream to pull Zhao Rong’s hand.

But just as her fingertips barely touched his, they were suddenly captured by Zhao Rong.

Su Xiaoxiao, like a little deer in the forest, shrank her small head back, her expression timid, her eyes weakly looking up at her lover, waiting for punishment after making a mistake.

But the next moment,

Zhao Rong released her slender wrist, gently cradled her delicate hand in his, looked down attentively, and suddenly, he rubbed a few of her adorable fingertips.

Seeing this, Su Xiaoxiao’s small mouth hung open slightly, her beautiful large eyes fluttering as her gaze shifted between Zhao Rong’s face and her own hand he was holding.

Zhao Rong asked a strange question.

“Did you prick your fingers while embroidering the sachet?”

“Mhm.”

Su Xiaoxiao’s voice was soft and nasal.

Zhao Rong lowered his head, tenderly kissing those spring onion-like fingertips.

Su Xiaoxiao smiled sweetly, her eyes brimming with affection.

“Later, I’ll get you a needle that won’t prick your hand.”

Su Xiaoxiao paused,

Blinking, her eyes clear.

Unsure of what her lover really intended, was he scrutinizing her needlework?

Nevertheless, she quickly nodded her small head in agreement.

Before long.

Next to the fire, a large robe was propped up.

Two people were hidden beneath it.

A scholar and a little Fox Demon.

A butterfly knot was gently pulled by someone.

The lotus-flower-embroidered silk satin, following a certain curved arc, gracefully fell.

The night deepened.

The moon hid behind the clouds.

The light inside the sanctuary dimmed, with flames dancing silently.

Everything was quiet…

Unless one couldn’t restrain themselves.