My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 258 - 212: Soft Jade, Warm Fragrance, Charming Qing Jun (Part 2) (Combined Large Chapter)

Chapter 258: Chapter 212: Soft Jade, Warm Fragrance, Charming Qing Jun (Part 2) (Combined Large Chapter)

Zhao Lingfei was taken aback, thinking he was teasing her again and speaking playfully. After a slight pause, she squinted her eyes, smiling and playfully replied, "Then I will give you the Jade."

Zhao Lingfei knew exactly what Zhao Rong wanted most.

"Really?"

Zhao Rong raised an eyebrow, looking down at her.

"Mmm-hmm."

"You won’t back out?"

"I won’t back out."

Zhao Lingfei didn’t think much of it and smiled as they locked eyes.

After a while, she put the matter out of her mind and suddenly started speaking softly, "Brother Rong’er."

Zhao Rong’s smile remained unchanged, his mood was good, "What is it?"

"Actually, what I want most now isn’t those things."

Zhao Rong was slightly startled.

Zhao Lingfei looked around the surroundings. The two of them stood in the darkness in front of the courtyard door; passersby occasionally walking on the distant cobblestone path couldn’t see here.

Her gaze vigilant, she observed like a thief for a while, then relaxed and turned back.

Zhao Lingfei squirmed in Zhao Rong’s embrace for quite a while. Finally, under Zhao Rong’s puzzled gaze, she spoke the words that had been hidden in her heart for several days, also the reason she had brought him here tonight.

She muttered something with a flushed face.

It was really quiet; Zhao Rong couldn’t hear clearly at all. He only faintly caught a few words like "want," "you," "me," and the like.

He was even more puzzled, "What did you say? You want me to do what?"

Zhao Lingfei took a deep breath, mustering courage, this time her voice was louder.

She whispered softly.

"I want you to...kiss me."

As she finished, Zhao Lingfei seemed to throw caution to the wind, mustering her courage, facing Zhao Rong’s bewildered gaze. Despite her cheeks burning hot, she still maintained eye contact with him.

Zhao Rong: "..."

He was stunned, initially doubting if he had misheard, but this speculation was dismissed almost instantly.

I want you to kiss me?

Zhao Rong’s eyes stared straight into the deep, emotive eyes of the beautiful woman in his arms, seeing a mix of hope, shyness, and eagerness.

The tear mole beneath her left eye reminded him constantly—this was Qing Jun. He wasn’t embracing the wrong person.

And all of these together created a scene Zhao Rong had never anticipated.

Was Qing Jun asking for a kiss?

Zhao Rong swallowed, slightly dazed. Upon reflection, these past days had indeed been unusual. Ever since that day in the secluded part of Xizhu Garden where they washed their feet, he had thought to take things slowly, restraining himself from "bullying" Qing Jun. Hence, he hadn’t been overly affectionate these past few days.

But...was Qing Jun not satisfied?

Seeing Zhao Rong’s strange gaze fixed on her made Zhao Lingfei feel extremely embarrassed. She regretted her bold words and actions more and more.

Oh no, oh no, being with Brother Rong’er, I seem to have become stranger and stranger. I was only supposed to hint at this idiot, give it a try, and if it didn’t work, let it be. But it’s all Brother Rong’er’s fault, why does he have to be so stubborn, forcing me to speak up, oh no...

"If you don’t want to, let’s forget it."

Zhao Lingfei, her face flushed, struggled slightly, pushing Zhao Rong with both hands, preparing to quickly retreat to Qinglian Pavilion, bury herself under the covers, and never come out to see anyone again.

Zhao Rong’s eyes widened, coming back to his senses. There was no way he would let the delicious morsel escape.

He leaned forward, grasping Qing Jun’s slender waist firmly, and pulled her back into his embrace, his expression serious, "Qing Jun, want, how could I not want? You are my wife, I must help you with this request, and introducing you to new experiences is my undeniable duty as your husband."

Having said that, he wasted no time in pressing his face close, intent on fulfilling his wife’s unusual request.

But, just as he approached, Zhao Lingfei was extremely embarrassed, unable to muster her earlier courage. She struggled in Zhao Rong’s arms, attempting to escape.

As Zhao Rong drew near, Zhao Lingfei shook her head from side to side, not wanting to let him succeed.

"No more kissing, no more kissing, Brother Rong’er, let me go, I’m not kissing anymore... not kissing... mmm mmm mmm."

She only got halfway through her words when Zhao Lingfei’s mouth was sealed.

Her eyes widened, staring into Zhao Rong’s eyes, which were extremely close.

The two stared eye to eye.

The air around them seemed to solidify.

Zhao Rong was pleasantly surprised to discover that Qing Jun’s taste was that of jasmine flowers, light and sweet, perfectly matching his own mild taste.

Zhao Lingfei remained motionless.

This was a jasmine flower that had quietly grown for seventeen years, being picked for the first time.

The air around them calmed down, with not a single sound.

One moment.

Two moments.

Three moments.

The air gradually filled with sounds.

As a result,

it ended up stimulating the delicate and lovely jasmine flower.

"Ouch, darn it."

"Mmm...ah!"

The exclamations of Zhao Rong and Lingfei rang out almost simultaneously.

Zhao Rong felt a sharp pain in his upper lip, soon followed by a taste of iron.

"Hiss~"

He drew a sharp breath, reached up to touch his lip with his finger, looked down, and saw some blood on his fingertip.

Zhao Rong was speechless.

Seeing this, Lingfei grabbed his hand, looking at his chapped lips with compassion.

It was her first time, and she was very clumsy. Just now, Zhao Rong’s sizzling sound had stimulated her, causing her to struggle slightly in protest, which led her teeth to accidentally knock against his lips.

Lingfei’s tone was reproachful, "Rong’er, I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to."

Zhao Rong blinked, not annoyed at all, but merely remarked how sharp his lady’s teeth were, comparable to that of a certain little fox.

He wiped the blood from his lips with his hand, then couldn’t help but gaze at the slightly curled pink lips of the woman in front of him.

Zhao Rong unconsciously smacked his lips, the remaining taste of jasmine nectar leaving him somewhat nostalgic.

However, this greedy action by Zhao Rong made Lingfei think he was disgusted by the taste of blood in his mouth.

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she bit down on her lips, which had just been moistened by someone.

Just then, Lingfei saw a small bead of blood emerge from the wound on Zhao Rong’s lips.

The two were very close.

She inhaled softly and, without thinking, tiptoed and tilted her head back, parting her jade lips slightly.

He was startled, staring intently at Qing Jun.

After a brief touch, Lingfei, feeling shy under Rong’er’s gaze, looked down, but soon after, she heard this shameless plea from her adversary.

"Qing Jun, cough cough, the blood is coming out again."

Zhao Rong blinked, puckering his lips childishly.

Lingfei was helpless, glancing at him reproachfully, yet she quickly raised her hands to gently cup Zhao Rong’s face.

Lingfei frowned, scrutinizing his upper lip wound carefully, suppressing her embarrassment, and once again tiptoed to reach up.

It was another moment filled with heart-fluttering tenderness.

Zhao Rong licked his lips.

"Qing Jun, there’s more."

Lingfei lifted her chin.

"Qing Jun, here it comes again."

Lingfei closed her eyes and lifted her head.

"Qing Jun...mmm."

Zhao Rong had not finished speaking when his mouth was abruptly sealed.

The wound had already stopped bleeding, but Zhao Rong and Lingfei’s real matter had just begun.

Though Lingfei was a novice, under the leadership of the experienced and exceptionally diligent little bee, Zhao Rong, she was making rapid progress.

From stiffness to awkward reciprocation.

All it took was that one kiss.

Lingfei didn’t think much of it, simply assuming that men naturally had an innate talent for enjoying women’s rouge without the need for a teacher, and after briefly wondering about it, she cast aside the thought.

Time passed by the second.

The two remained in each other’s embrace, only now, Lingfei was pressed by Zhao Rong against the door, backed against it.

...

Shortly after,

just as Zhao Rong was amazed at Qing Jun’s learning speed and proud of his careful training,

"Hey, have you kissed enough? Is it endless or what?"

A voice suddenly rang out from somewhere, sounding very impatient.

The closed-eyed Zhao Rong was startled, his eyes snapped open, and his body instinctively leaned back.

Zhao Rong frowned, quickly scanned the surroundings, intending to ask loudly, but there was no one else around except for Qinglian who was curiously watching them drink honey water.

"Stop looking, Master Zhao, you really forget things quite frequently. How long have I slept that you’ve already forgotten about me?"

The somewhat hoarse voice sounded again.