My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 261 - 213 The Beloved One Only for Qing Jun (Borrowing a Reader’s Name) (Two-in-One Mega Chapter)_3

Chapter 261: Chapter 213 The Beloved One Only for Qing Jun (Borrowing a Reader’s Name) (Two-in-One Mega Chapter)_3

Zhao Rong thought for a moment and said to Gui, "One glance, you can only take one glance, and you’re not allowed to do anything else. If you have any slight movement that hurts Qing Jun, I won’t let you off the hook."

His tone was calm, but the Sword Spirit knew that this was when the guy was at his most serious.

Gui clicked his tongue in wonder, "It seems that the wife is still more important, huh."

It laughed, "Wait, hold on, this word ’most’ is debatable. Great Young Master Zhao also has a Fox Fairy wife. Say, between these two, who is more important to you in your heart?"

Zhao Rong did not reply, but he leaned forward slightly.

Thud—

The night was silent all around, so quiet that a tiny collision sound could travel very far.

Zhao Rong pinned Qing Jun back against the courtyard door, regaining the initiative. He imprisoned her body firmly, his movements somewhat domineering as he cupped her burning cheeks with his large hands, their foreheads touching as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

After a moment, Zhao Rong received a response from the Heart Lake within him, and he immediately leaned back a little, separating their touching foreheads.

However, the two still gazed intently at each other.

Their eyes did not drift in the slightest.

Zhao Rong’s gaze was unblinking, seeing Qing Jun’s dimly lit eyes before him. Her eyes were filled with a fervent heat, while the narrow corners of her eyes carried the cool beauty of spring.

Unable to restrain himself, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her forcefully.

Pop—

"Mmm..."

A soft, nasal moan.

Zhao Rong couldn’t take it anymore, feeling that Qing Jun at this moment was too tempting.

The burning heat.

Jasmine flavored sugar water.

The fresh scent of lotus.

The tender nasal sound.

A vision filled with her flowery face.

Touch, taste, smell, hearing, sight... at that moment, Zhao Rong’s whole world was her.

If it hadn’t been for the Ink Jade that he had not yet obtained, he would have taken over the entire world.

With this thought, Zhao Rong took a deep breath and then continued to boldly cup her small face, suddenly lowering his head again...

For a while, his actions were somewhat rough, but Qing Jun did not complain and adapted, accommodating him.

Just that.

What Zhao Rong did not see was that when the two’s eyes no longer met due to the intimacy, a glimmer of clarity flashed through the mesmerized depth of Zhao Lingfei’s eyes, but that hint of clarity soon dissipated again.

She knew that Rong’er had sneaked a peek at her Heart Lake, at the very moment their foreheads had touched.

Because of the special innate divine ability of the Class A Flying Sword Green Plum, she was extremely sensitive.

Even, at that moment, it was Zhao Lingfei who actively suppressed Green Plum’s urge to unsheathe from within the Heart Lake Lotus Pond.

Before the Lifebound Flying Sword of a Sword Cultivator transformed illusion into reality, it indeed could not leave the Heart Lake at will, but as their foreheads touched and the Heart Lake was extremely close, Green Plum could easily thrust out, shattering the intruder’s Heart Lake. However, she would absolutely not do so.

Because the intruder was him.

Zhao Lingfei did not know why Rong’er, with his Ascending Realm cultivation, had developed a Divine Sense that could peek into her Heart Lake.

But Zhao Lingfei knew that everyone has secrets.

Zhao Lingfei also had secrets she hadn’t told him, which wasn’t the same as hiding them.

If Rong’er were to ask, she would certainly tell him. If he didn’t, then she would also remain silent.

Because Zhao Lingfei felt that some secrets, as long as they temporarily don’t involve the other party, there was no need to actively reveal them. Sharing them would only cause both parties to bear the pressure and add unnecessary troubles.

And if it came to Rong’er’s secrets, Zhao Lingfei believed that if she were to inquire, he would also tell her truthfully.

But she would not ask.

The moon climbed high in the sky, and slowly, clouds obscured the moonlight, making the night even deeper.

At Nanci Mansion, outside the door of a secluded small courtyard, there was a dark figure... one had to look closely to realize that there were actually two figures.

Zhao Rong suddenly realized something, with Qing Jun being affectionate in his arms, their bodies closely pressed together, wasn’t this the perfect opportunity to take the jade?

Qing Jun had said the Ink Jade was on her person.

Zhao Rong’s thoughts stirred.

Gradually, his hand began to wander inappropriately.

He didn’t go too far because he feared that Qing Jun would be overwhelmed by the stimulation. He simply, with her silent consent, began to explore slowly.

However, after a while, Zhao Rong grew increasingly disappointed because the usual places on Qing Jun’s body where items were kept—like the cuffs, waist, etc.—showed no sign of the Ink Jade.

Could it really have been placed within the Sumeru Object?

How could he retrieve it? To break the restriction she placed on the treasure within the Sumeru Object, he would need to be at least in the Vast Realm...

Zhao Rong felt a tingling sense of impatience.

In an instant, he remembered there seemed to be a little insider by Qing Jun’s side that he might be able to persuade... She might know.

At this moment, Zhao Rong’s hand was resting on Lingfei’s shoulder, his gaze shifted, landing on the always obedient and quiet Qing Qing by their side.

Zhao Rong was delighted and through the mysterious connection, he sent over a telepathic message.

However, Qing Qing appeared to be too naive and childish to understand it fully.

Zhao Rong grew anxious, but patiently continued to instruct his "good daughter," completely forgetting that not long ago he had asked Lingfei if they should consider having a son instead.

Finally, Qing Qing seemed to understand his words, yet after several attempts, she couldn’t convey a complete and coherent message to him.

For a while, Zhao Rong and Qing Qing simply stared at each other, at a loss.

The little thing was so anxious that it was spinning in the air.

Zhao Rong was somewhat speechless and thought how much better it would be if he had a clever son instead.

Perceiving his thoughts, Qing Qing became even more anxious and spun around in circles.

At one moment, she suddenly stopped in mid-air.

The little girl with pigtails, dressed in a small jacket skirt, twisted her body.

Zhao Rong’s eyes widened. Was this shy, coy gesture meant to signify something?

As he puzzled over it, a scene flashed through his mind like lightning.

Not long ago, on the way to Qinglian Pavilion, when Lingfei held Qing Qing to her chest, the little girl had squirmed uncomfortably, just like she was doing now!

Suddenly, Zhao Rong had an epiphany.

At the same time, he recalled several insignificant details from earlier.

For instance, at the Nuanyi Gathering, when he had asked Qing Jun for the ink jade and she told him to take it himself, the way she clung to his arm seemed to tighten.

Additionally, there were scenes from their casual strolls after class these past days.

So all these were hints from Qing Jun...

Meaning, could she have hung the ink jade in front of her chest?

Zhao Rong suddenly realized.

His eyes involuntarily cast downward.

At this moment, the object might be clutched between Zhao Rong and Qing Jun...

This was genuinely warm fragrance and soft jade.

The next second, Zhao Rong’s arms, which embraced Lingfei, involuntarily tightened, drawing her close.

Indeed, amidst the softness, he felt a hard, jutting object pressing against him.

Lingfei, who had been holding Zhao Rong with quiet affection, felt the strength of his grasp and looked puzzled. However, soon she felt his hands begin to roam—not staying quite still, yet he seemed to maintain a respectful distance, never causing her discomfort, so Lingfei let Zhao Rong indulge.

Zhao Rong’s hands began to move upward slowly, noticing that Qing Jun did not stop him.

He felt a surge of joy.

Seizing the moment of her slight inattentiveness,

He leaned back to create space, and one large hand reached up swiftly.

In that fleeting moment, the ever sharp-witted Qing Jun realized Rong’er was trying to seize the jade; her delicate body suddenly shifted to the left.

In an instant,

The air fell silent.

Zhao Rong’s mouth gaped open, his breath caught.

Lingfei’s eyes went wide, her body stiffening.

Because... Zhao Rong grabbed the wrong thing... He didn’t catch the hard jade...

He tried to sneak a peek at Qing Jun, but her expression was no longer visible; she had already looked down, burying her head in her chest.

Zhao Rong swallowed hard, "Qing..."

Lingfei suddenly pushed him away, grabbed Zhao Rong’s misbehaving hand, and bit down on his forearm before turning quickly and rushing inside.

Bang————!

The door slammed shut.

Leaving only Zhao Rong outside in the cold wind, holding his hand and gasping for air.

"Sss..."

He stared blankly at the hand that had erred.