My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 422 - 300 - Just Craving for it (Request for monthly tickets, brothers!)

Chapter 422: Chapter 300 - Just Craving for it (Request for monthly tickets, brothers!)

After leaving Lanzhou Crossing.

Zhao Rong, together with his wife and Qian’er, took a stroll and played around in the maple forest by the riverbank.

Qian’er, looking to stir up some trouble, squeezed herself between Zhao Rong and Lingfei, not allowing them to be ’cozy’ together.

Zhao Rong and Lingfei exchanged glances, their eyes revealing a somewhat amused yet helpless expression.

It felt like they were taking care of a child.

Yet, even so, it could not stop two hearts that yearned to be close.

As Qian’er walked between them, she gradually sensed that something about the atmosphere was off.

Rong’er and Miss were strangely quiet.

At one moment, the little girl had a bright idea and suddenly turned around.

Behind her, she saw the hands of Zhao Rong and Lingfei entwined again, gently swinging.

Having been caught red-handed, the two ’illicit’ hands quickly retracted.

Qian’er paused slightly, her little head mechanically turning left and right to look at them both.

Rong’er appeared nonchalant, while Miss shyly turned her face away.

"You two..."

Qian’er, feeling exasperated, felt as full after their walk as she had been after lunch, her belly round and bulging...

Zhao Rong and Lingfei also felt a bit embarrassed.

However, seeing the adorable appearance of little Qian’er, they couldn’t help but laugh.

Happy times always pass quickly.

Zhao Rong too, treasured the time spent with Qing Jun and Qian’er, but he was no longer the carefree child he once was.

Lingfei and Qian’er felt the same.

They each had their own matters to attend to.

Soon, Zhao Rong said a few words with a smile and then led the two ladies away from Linlu Academy.

Zhao Rong walked them a part of their way, and when it came time to part, he took out a stack of radiant apricot leaves and handed them to Lingfei with a silent smile.

She bit her lip as she accepted them and opened them up.

Each leaf had fragmented phrases of varying lengths written on it.

His elegant Small Regular Script varied in the depth of the ink.

Lingfei couldn’t help but look up at the silently smiling Zhao Rong.

She knew these must be the random notes he wrote during his leisure time, the words of affection he penned when he thought of her.

Lingfei gently squinted her eyes, knowing this because...

She felt the same way about him.

At times, Lingfei felt something blocking her chest and couldn’t help but go to the always-open south window, gazing towards where her husband studied in the distance.

She wanted to write down her uncontrollable longing and send it to him through the migratory birds.

But Lingfei was not the kind of woman who composed poems or played with the elements, unlike Liu Kongyi.

She nibbled on her pen, blankly staring at the clean paper, her hand skilled with a sword, unable to write a word.

Apart from simple and direct sentences that made her blush, like "I miss you," "I miss you so much," "I, I really really miss you," she could think of nothing else.

So, whenever that moment came, Lingfei would quietly put down the pen.

Either she would pick up her needlework and keep stitching clothes for him,

or she would take out the letters he had written to her and read them softly, word by word.

But ever since Qian’er returned, Lingfei felt overwhelmed by the girl’s piercing, lively peach blossom eyes, fearing her incessant questions, so she hid the love letters among other books and pretended to read by the window...

This was her yearning.

But she wondered how her husband’s longing had been during these days, whether he longed for her as she did for him.

Looking at the countless apricot leaves and phrases in her hands, Lingfei knew.

At that moment, the purple-clad woman looked down,

her eyes joyful, her smile blooming like flowers.

Qian’er stood by, watching Zhao Rong eagerly.

He pretended to be deaf and mute.

Lingfei couldn’t resist fiddling with an apricot leaf, sneaking glances, but in the next moment, blushes flew on her cheeks.

She turned her face away, her fair hand lightly lifting a few strands of hair that had fallen to her forehead back behind her ear, planning to put away the ’inappropriate’ apricot leaf.

Just as Qian’er, feeling rather downcast, saw her mistress’s reddened cheeks, she instantly became suspicious and zippered over to her side.

"What are you hiding, what strange ’games’ are you young people playing?"

Qian’er grumbled disapprovingly while her eyes darted to the words on the apricot leaf and read aloud:

"Silk entwines the snow, soft jade warms with fragrance, autumn eyes wander, one smile beguiles a hundred charms. A fairy-like figure, husband..."

The little girl’s voice got softer as she read, ending as faint as a mosquito’s.

She peeked at Rong’er and spat quietly.

Zhao Rong stood still with his sleeves folded, his expression unchanged.

Seeing his wife catch sight of this particular maple leaf.

His mouth curved into a smile, and he suddenly stepped forward, whispering into the shy wife’s ear.

"...my wife’s fairy-like figure, how could your husband ever resist?"

Red silk draped over pure skin, carrying soft jade, delicate and warmly fragrant, beautiful eyes like autumn waters coquettishly wandering, suddenly smiling, truly captivating with a myriad of tender charms.

A wife beautiful like a Goddess, a Fairy, how could her husband bear it?

At this moment, Zhao Rong whispered in Lingfei’s ear, their cheeks brushing together.

Zhao Rong felt her cheeks suddenly heat up, as if they could cook him, the soft, warm touch continuously transmitted to him.

An impulse suddenly arose in Zhao Rong to bite, whether it was the jewel-like delicate earlobe or her cheek that touched his, as ripened as an apple.

He wanted to leave some teeth marks.

His mark.

But the very next second.

Zhao Rong felt the beauty partially leaning in his arms, spring out like a little rabbit.

Lingfei gathered up the stack of apricot leaves she had been pressing against her chest and playfully punched him in the chest.