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The four hundred and eighteenth chapter is all the husband's task.(2/2)

"I didn't say this, you said it yourself. Don't make excuses to bully me again." Zhao Lingfei smiled, looking at someone who had difficulty reaching Fuyao Realm in a short period of time.

"I can not?"

Zhao Rong nodded, feeling that his position as a younger brother in the family had received a serious challenge.

The next second, he moved like a rabbit, and rushed forward with a cry. With lightning speed, he threw Zhao Lingfei onto the table, pressing his body firmly on her soft and delicate body.

Zhao Lingfei, who was smiling a little cunningly, was pressed down by her husband who seemed to be angry. She didn't care at first. She used force and was about to bully Xia Rong'er, but then Zhao Lingfei was stunned.

Because he was still suppressed by Zhao Rong!

The first time she used what she thought was just the right amount of force, she actually didn't break free. It stands to reason that even if she took the path of a martial artist, she would still be able to reach the heavenly realm.

"Brother Rong'er, you...you..." Zhao Lingfei stared at the young Confucian scholar with her beautiful eyes wide open, and couldn't help but think of some possibility...

"I can't?" Zhao Rong asked softly again, and then he pressed the beauty with a normal expression and gently pushed her.

"Hmm~" Zhao Lingfei subconsciously called out with a sweet nasal voice. She forgot about her blushing and embarrassment, but opened her autumn eyes wide, feeling Zhao Rong's strength at this time and the vitality surging in his body.

She said in surprise: "Brother Rong'er, you...you are Fuyao! When did it happen?"

Zhao Rong didn't answer and suddenly jumped off the table.

He, who had become a martial artist in the Fuyao Realm a few days ago, felt a sense of elation and pleasure when he looked at the surprised lady who was half leaning up on the table.

Zhao Rong thought of the diary written by the martial artist again.

Although the person who writes the diary is not a serious person, the diary written by the unserious warrior is a serious thing and can be of great help to the younger warriors, especially the warriors who are in the bottleneck period and lack a little inspiration. All they need is an opportunity.



"Dare you say that your husband is not good?" A certain domineering husband narrowed his eyes.

"I... I didn't, I... said it was you who said it yourself." A certain timid young daughter-in-law suddenly became frightened and cried out.

Hearing his wife's timid tone, Zhao Rong smiled "evilly".

Zhao Lingfei shrank back.

In an instant, Zhao Rong moved. He held her neck with one hand, reached into the crook of her leg with the other hand, and picked up the charming princess.

"Ah!" Zhao Lingfei exclaimed.

Zhao Rong held her in his arms and strode towards the screen bathtub inside the house. On the way, his big hands kept teaching his wife a lesson using family methods.

"Pa!", "Do you dare to say that your husband is not good enough?"

"I did not say……"

"Pa!", "Huh?"

"No...I don't dare anymore..."

"Pa!", "Louder."

"I don't dare anymore!"

"Pa!", "Then, do you want to wear this bellyband coat or not?"

Zhao Lingfei bit her lip and whispered softly: "Put it on, I can't do it, brother Rong'er, you... please be gentler..."

Someone nodded with satisfaction, "That's about it. Hey, I'm sorry, I'll rub it for you, husband."

His tone was apologetic, so he kept using his big hands, taking advantage of the lady...

Zhao Lingfei: "··········"



After a while, the two boiled water, prepared clothes, and began to incense and bathe.

The door of the north room was closed tightly, and behind the screen in the south corner of the room, warm and moist mist gradually rose.

The mist obscures the bathtub, making it difficult to see clearly.

One could only vaguely see what seemed to be two overlapping figures, accompanied by noisy splashes of water gradually rising from all directions.

This scene is like two mandarin ducks flying together, teasing the warm spring water...

At a certain moment, a certain woman with autumn eyes in the mandarin duck bath had no choice but to put on the narrow and tight pink bellyband.
Chapter completed!
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