My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 504 - 336: Why are you trying so hard?

What’s in Zhao Lingfei’s boudoir?

Zhao Rong followed her obediently, and they arrived at a spacious boudoir. Along the way, both of them walked with their heads down, with Qing Jun leading the way, silent and subdued.

Therefore, he didn’t scrutinize much, behaving like a gentleman with his eyes looking straight ahead, ahem.

However, Zhao Rong could broadly make out from the corner of his eye that the decorations and furniture in Qing Jun’s room at Qinglian Inn were quite simple and modest.

And it seemed to lack those playthings that young women of her age usually liked to fuss with, such as floral arrangements, embroidered cushions, and porcelain water vessels.

Everything was kept simple, giving way to the matters of cultivation.

Hence, the largest space in the boudoir was used for cultivation purposes.

It was filled with a host of items—meditation mats, Three-foot Green Blades, and large volumes of classic texts...

Aside from that, the only signs of daily life Zhao Rong caught were the understated rouge box on the low-key dressing table, the complex tea set on the tea table, the embroidered female handicrafts on the wardrobe, and... a simple and narrow Imperial Concubine’s Couch.

Zhao Rong shook his head gently and glanced at the upright silhouette of his wife, clad in ’red attire with a modest waist’.

How could she live so carelessly? During the days he was absent, was she entirely preoccupied with cultivation?

No, he must salvage his wife’s boudoir life.

So tedious and dull, she mustn’t turn into Yu Huaijin. No, that’s not right, why did she come to mind again?

Hence, no sooner said than done, starting from tonight...

Zhao Lingfei had no idea that her husband behind her harbored so many thoughts internally, even intending to show her new bridal chamber fun distinct from their childhood as friends and loves.

Though she was deeply skeptical of Qian’er’s words ’How could Rong’er bro have any bad intentions?’ she didn’t avoid him in embarrassment anymore.

She couldn’t really drive him away. Every time she saw Rong’er bro with his awkward appearance of a scoundrel with no guts, her heart softened.

At that 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 inside the room.

She murmured, looking down, "This... This is where we’ll sleep."

Zhao Rong looked at the narrow and low Imperial Concubine’s Couch and nodded inwardly. It would indeed be snug, which suited his intentions.

And he could tell just by looking that Qing Jun probably didn’t sleep much usually—her bedding was just a simple couch. She had previously reminded him at the East Fence Small House to rest more in bed, but she herself...

"Hmm."

Zhao Rong gently sniffed the faint fragrance lingering in the room, mixed with Qing Jun’s cool scent.

He lifted his hand and started to undress.

Zhao Lingfei turned around and walked to one side, seemingly glancing at Zhao Rong out of the corner of her eye.

Zhao Rong took off his coat and hung it on the nearby rack with an air of nonchalance, but as he moved, his peripheral vision remained stealthily locked on his wife.

Seeing her move past him and out of his line of sight, Zhao Rong turned his head outright and followed her every move with his eyes.

He saw Qing Jun with a cool expression, walking with dignity and elegance toward the screen, where there was a pair of wooden clogs tied with colored ribbons on the floor.

She lifted her slender leg with a bent knee, stretched her right foot straight up, grabbed the screen’s wooden edge with one hand, and used her hanging hand to hook off her embroidered shoe.

Instantly, her delicate jade foot was revealed. Even though she wore silk stockings, the skin of her lower leg seen under the hem of her skirt when Qing Jun lifted her leg was pale and frosty, sharply dazzling.

The dim room seemed to brighten a little with that sight.

Zhao Rong’s eyes were fixed, but in the next second, he composed his expression, turned his head back sharply, and continued with what he was doing as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Lingfei suddenly turned her head back to Zhao Rong, and seeing his calm demeanor, her autumn eyes softened, and she watched him for a while.

Not long after, she turned her head back again, firmly put her jade foot into the wooden clog with colored ribbons, and then similarly removed her other embroidered shoe and donned the other clog.

Zhao Lingfei wiggled her jade feet in the wooden clogs and tapped them lightly on the ground.

As she moved, her previously cool and composed face couldn’t hold back a frown; her eyes moved left and right, her gaze flickered, and she let out a quiet breath.

Within three breaths, Zhao Lingfei’s rich expressions disappeared, and her cool composure returned.

She elegantly turned around, her white jade feet shod in the colorful wooden clogs, and walked back to the bed, passing the slowly moving Zhao Rong, sat on the edge of the Imperial Concubine’s Couch, and swung herself onto it.

Seeing his wife finally return to bed, Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief. No sooner than a breath had passed, he swiftly tidied his clothes and stepped up to the Imperial Concubine’s Couch.

His only slight regret was that Qing Jun hadn’t removed much clothing—she was still in her immaculate underdress.

Moreover, there wasn’t that ’dramatic scene where the wife spreads the bedding and kneels on the bed with her fragrant buttocks raised, testing her husband’s resolve’.

Zhao Rong shook his head to clear the treacherous images from his Heart Lake and lifted the covers, ready to "squeeze" onto the bed with Qing Jun.

Clutching her knees and looking down, Zhao Lingfei seemed to be studying the embroidery on the blanket, whispering, "My lord, perhaps we should sleep with one at the head and the other at the foot of the bed?"

Zhao Rong glanced and shook his head, "I’m worried about the smell..."

Zhao Lingfei’s autumn eyes sparkled, her smile blooming, "It’s okay, it’s okay, I don’t mind yours at all."

"But I mind your little feet," Zhao Rong stated flatly.

"You... go die!" Zhao Lingfei clenched her teeth and flung the jade pillow at him.

With agility, Zhao Rong caught it, glancing down at Qing Jun’s curved slender legs and the dainty feet hidden within pure white silk stockings.

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