My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 309 - 237: Exploring the Grove (Thanks to "Book Friend 2017~484" for the generous reward, Brotherhood Leader!)

Chapter 309: Chapter 237: Exploring the Grove (Thanks to "Book Friend 2017~484" for the generous reward, Brotherhood Leader!)

Zhao Rong discovered that Qing Jun seemed to possess a particular fear of his turning away to leave, just like the circumstances from moments ago.

Zhao Rong looked down at Qing Jun, who was holding his arm with both hands, her cheek nestled against his arm, half of her face pressed against his sleeve, her expression unclear.

Zhao Rong was silent for a while, feeling between the soft caresses of colored clouds, a hidden firmness.

That was the ink jade she wore to guard him closely, just like guarding her own chastity.

Not sure what had come to mind, Zhao Rong’s eyelids drooped slightly, and he said again, "You should take a look at my Heart Lake regardless."

His tone was calm.

Lingfei hastily lifted her head, her eyelashes trembling. She shook her head vehemently, although the tassels on her step-shaking hair ornaments no longer swayed.

The innocent and oblivious Qing Jun seemed to sense the atmosphere between her parents and sat quietly at one end of the step-shaking bells, her tiny body drawn in, motionless.

"No, no, Rong’er brother, Lingfei was just joking. Please don’t take it seriously... On the mountain, even the most intimate of dao companions cannot show each other their Heart Lake, it’s an unspoken agreement... You, you shouldn’t speak out of anger."

Lingfei’s words, initially spoken with a laugh, gradually took on a sobbing tone as she spoke.

Zhao Rong’s eyes narrowed slightly as he scrutinized the cold lotus seed porridge on the table in front of him, not looking down at Qing Jun, yet his right arm could feel her chest heaving intensely against it.

Lingfei tilted her head slightly upwards, staring unblinkingly at the profile of Zhao Rong’s face, her eyes flashing, her delicate nose occasionally sniffing, the tip tinged with a hint of red.

Zhao Rong noticed the hopeful look in Lingfei’s eyes.

At a certain moment, he nodded gently.

Instantly, Lingfei breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn’t afraid of anything, except for Rong’er brother’s "calm tone". Although her first attempt at "charming her husband" had failed, there would ultimately be more opportunities to try in the future. However, if she had upset Rong’er brother to the point of disdain, that would be the most aggrieving and distressing thing for Lingfei; had she known it would come to this, she would have preferred not to try at all.

Aunt Liu once said that once a man grows tired of a woman, he becomes increasingly heartless, finding the woman more and more annoying, seeing faults in everything about her, until at last, he disregards her as worthless.

However, Lingfei remembered that when Aunt Liu mentioned this, she had glanced at her. Noticing her tense expression, Aunt Liu then laughed and said, "If Rong’er ever dares to grow tired of you, treating our little Qing Jun as worthless, then you should just roll up your sleeves, make a fist, and beat him until he treasures you like the first time he saw you..."

Thinking of Aunt Liu, warmth filled Lingfei’s heart, but she couldn’t bear to beat Rong’er brother; even Aunt Liu had hardly ever hit him.

So, when she was curled up under the covers in her chamber, listening to Aunt Liu’s words beside her bed, Lingfei promptly shook her head, her loosely tied twin ponytails swinging like a pair of pellet drums.

Later, Aunt Liu sighed and said, "If my silly girl gets bullied to death by my scoundrel son in the future, it will be her own fault," then poked her forehead with a finger.

Lingfei vividly recalled, she had defiantly whispered, "Rong’er brother won’t grow tired of me"...

Lingfei pulled her thoughts back to the present and lifted her eyes to secretly glance at Zhao Rong’s gaunt profile once more. She took a deep breath, ready to coax Rong’er brother again.

But in the next second, before Lingfei could organize her words, the husband of her childhood suddenly moved.

Zhao Rong suddenly scooped up Lingfei’s delicate hand, leading her directly to the stone table.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and put the lotus seed glutinous rice porridge back into the lacquered red food box.

This must be the umpteenth time today they had tried to enjoy the porridge, yet the bowl remained unfinished.

Immediately, with the box in one hand and holding onto Lingfei with the other, he left the pavilion, turned left, and headed straight for the secluded forest beside the lakeshore, where few ever ventured.

There, the autumn leaves had yet to fall completely, still lush and mysterious.

It was an excellent place for seeking solitude and exploring nature.

Lingfei’s initial bemusement quickly turned to a flush of embarrassment, her cheeks reddening like a ripe apple, all previous paleness vanishing without a trace.

After regaining her composure, Lingfei looked up at Rong’er, who was striding forward, never stopping, and then with her keen Divine Sense, she glanced at the passersby in the distance.

Some of them had already turned to look, seemingly having noticed this couple about to delve into the "little woods."

Lingfei’s face reddened even more, shyly bowing her head.

The hand she was being held by tensed slightly, pulling back a bit.

But Zhao Rong did not look back at her, continuing to walk forward, seemingly unconcerned by the gazes of others, with no intention of waiting until they were alone before slipping away.

Lingfei didn’t dare to struggle anymore, she looked down, biting her lip, her autumnal eyes vacant as she stared at the ground, where the joined shadows of her and Rong’er lay.

He was so anxious to find a secluded spot; he must have calmed down quite a bit, but later on...she still had to let him search for some more places.

Even though she thought this, the image of Zhao Rong looking like he was about to leave was still lingering in the depths of her Heart Lake.

Her eyes subtly dimmed, as she quietly observed their entwined hands.

"Am I not important to you, Rong’er? I don’t expect you to care for me as much as I care for you, but just let me be the most special and important person in your heart."

Or could it be, Rong’er was just naturally detached...No! He wrote so many heart-fluttering love letters to me, saying I was the bright moon in his heart.

It must be I’m overthinking, I am still the bright moon hanging in Rong’er’s heart, it’s just that my wilfulness earlier has made him a bit weary. I can’t be like this anymore...

Lingfei lightly pursed her lips, the brightness in her autumn eyes reigniting, like stars that reappear after clouds part in the night sky, continuing to gaze unwaveringly at Zhao Rong’s silhouette.

She reached out her free hand and gently covered Zhao Rong’s hand that was holding hers, pressing them together.

Lingfei tilted her head to look at him, the gentle smile still on her face.

Without a word, Zhao Rong led Lingfei straight into the depths of the forest.

Autumn leaves blanketed the small path between the trees, and the two of them stepped on the crispy, yellow foliage, making crackling sounds as they slowly ventured deeper, leaving the hustle and bustle of the world behind them.

The man walked forward with determined steps.

The woman followed willingly.

Soon after.

Having passed through a thick brush of leaves, Zhao Rong suddenly found the view opening up before him, bright and clear.

They came upon a clearing with a small courtyard, its walls covered in green ivy. The yard was overgrown with weeds, but the fallen leaves had been swept by the autumn wind, leaving it relatively clean.

Zhao Rong looked around and, seeing that the place was deserted and uninhabited, led Lingfei through the gate.

He then turned and closed the courtyard door behind them.

Afterward, they entered the courtyard.

He suddenly stopped.

Lingfei stopped as well, turned her head to look at the quiet, empty courtyard, and bit her lip, lowering her gaze.

Zhao Rong turned around.

Lingfei’s hands were still tightly clutching his right hand.

Zhao Rong withdrew his hand and took a small step forward.

The two were already very close, and now even closer; they could almost feel the warmth radiating from each other’s bodies.

After losing his hand, Lingfei’s movements were slightly awkward, and for a moment, it seemed as if her now free hands didn’t know where to rest.

She lowered her head slightly, and her eyelids gently drooped, hiding the shimmering clarity of her long, autumn-water-like eyes, as if she dared not reflect someone within them, fearing that another startled splash might ripple across the water.

Under someone’s gaze, Lingfei’s long eyelashes trembled from time to time. She raised her hand, and with two slender fingers, she brushed a mischievous strand of black hair behind her ear.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, looking at the woman with her hair up before him.

Her brows painted a picture, the corners of her eyes long and narrow.

Her drooping eyelids, her curled long lashes.

And the "pearl" under her left eye that he was so fond of.

At this moment, her fair and round egg-shaped face was covered with a swath of blush, extending to her tiny, pure white-earlobes, like drops of milk.

A misty rosy aura slowly spread.

This scene was like the morning glory radiant for the early sun, willing to be scorched red by its fervent heat.

"Look up,"

Zhao Rong’s voice was very soft, yet it echoed through the empty courtyard.

There was silence for a while.

The corners of Lingfei’s lips lifted slightly, "Mmh."

Accordingly, the tear-mole lady tiptoed, closed her eyes, and raised her chin.

Lingfei titled her head up, offering all her tenderness for him to uncover.

But...

After a moment of silence, the man before her still made no move.

Isn’t Brother Rong’er going to have today’s rouge?

"Mmh~"

Lingfei, with her head slightly raised, made a faint nasal noise with her eyes closed.

"Lower your head a little."

"Oh."

Perhaps Brother Rong’er does not like this angle.

Lingfei lowered her delicate chin again, and the next second, she felt both sides of her cheeks held by his warm, rough hands.

Then there was a gentle touch on her forehead.

Lingfei suddenly opened her eyes and met a pair of deep, black eyes just inches away.

In the deserted, abandoned courtyard.

A young man and a woman did not press their lips together.

Instead, forehead rested against forehead, eye to eye, nose to nose.

Their Heart Lakes, like the floating isolated islands of the legendary North Sea, encountered each other once again.