My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 498 - 334 Rong’er Brother, You Are My Sun

Chapter 498: Chapter 334 Rong’er Brother, You Are My Sun

Zhao Qian’er’s already large peach-blossom eyes were now staring even wider, unblinkingly fixating on the pair of ’dogs in love,’ who were exchanging affectionate glances before her.

Mischievously, the young lady had just eaten a grape but then was left with her small mouth slightly open, seemingly forgetting to close it after tasting the fruit fed by someone special.

Her cherry-like lips were moist and pouted, not adorned with rouge yet they seemed even redder and tenderer than before, leaving Zhao Qian’er curious about how exactly Rong’er had ’bullied’ and ’tormented’ her just moments ago.

The young lady’s bosom heaved as she gently gasped for air, replenishing what she had just lost, not yet fully recovered.

At this moment, faced with Rong’er’s request for ’another grape,’ and a crystal-clear grape already approaching her lips, a flush of shyness bloomed on the young lady’s pretty face.

She feigned a fierce expression, glared at Rong’er who was winking and making faces at her, then turned her blushing cheek away.

Rong’er then leaned closer to the young lady’s ear, whispering some words Zhao Qian’er couldn’t quite catch, no idea what sort of shameless words he used to tease the lady into pinching and pushing him. Had there been room to lift her foot under the roof, she probably would have kicked him too...

Zhao Qian’er watched enviously as the young lady and Rong’er fed grapes to each other and bickered romantically, as if no one else was present. One moment they were pushing each other away, and the next, they were embracing lovingly again.

She pursed her lips slightly, a grape seed still lingering between her teeth.

"Mmm, mmm, Rong mmm bro..."

Zhao Qian’er mimicked the young lady’s actions, pouting her lips and moving closer to Rong’er, mumbling inarticulately before looking up at him expectantly.

She too wanted... to spit out a grape seed.

Rong’er, you better hurry up and catch it!

Zhao Rong, who was smiling and whispering into his wife’s ear, paused and turned his head.

He glanced at his left hand, thought for a moment, and swiftly hid the ’Qing Jun trap’ in his sleeve, sternly advising the scowling little maid.

"Mind the roof’s cleanliness; don’t spit all over the place."

Zhao Qian’er: "......"

Suddenly, the recently sweet and juicy grapes in her mouth no longer tasted sweet.

She would not eat anymore; these stinky grapes were so sour—pthoo, pthoo, wuu wuu wuu...

The little maid bit down angrily, randomly spitting out the grape seeds in her mouth.

However, she soon buried her head in her knees and began to tremble, terrified by the couple who easily threw their love around; she was frightened.

Zhao Qian’er shrugged her tiny exquisite nose, her peach-blossom eyes slightly red at the corners, looking pitifully cute and lovable.

She lifted her little head, gazing at the equally lonely moon above,

In that moment, Zhao Qian’er had an epiphany.

Life was like a grape with endless flavors; you never knew what taste would burst forth with the next bite...

The joviality belonged to them, and I had nothing...

The happiness and sorrow of humans do not concern each other; all I felt was their noise...

Enlightened, the little maid’s thoughts deepened, her understanding of life ascended to new heights, feeling that she had come one step closer to the Great Dao.

Such hogwash would only slow down her sword-drawing speed.

Hmph, stinky young lady, stinky Rong’er, just you wait. Once this lady reaches Enlightenment and becomes a Seventh Realm Tranquility Sword Immortal, I’ll use the... Lifebound Flying Sword to peel grape skins and catch grape seeds.

Catching grape seeds with hands or mouth is nothing special; Rong’er, you better grovel at my feet, okay?

Zhao Qian’er turned away, her back facing the cozy couple.

The little maid propped her chin with her hand, pouted and huffed for a while, occasionally nodding her little head and rehearsing something with a proud smirk on her face.

For instance, imagining Rong’er pleading with her to catch grape seeds for him, but she, with an air of ice-cold superiority, would lift her chin and ignore him for a good three breaths before reluctantly nodding. She’d open her mouth slightly in an arrogant manner, and then Rong’er would dutifully feed her grapes, even more servile than to the young lady...

Thus, Zhao Qian’er sweetly entertained these thoughts for a while, but just then, she overheard Rong’er behind her resume the strange conversation with the young lady.

Zhao Qian’er, who had suddenly soared in her philosophical understanding, huffed and shook her head, her little face showing a carefree demeanor.

But... after a few moments, the little maid’s ears couldn’t help but perk up.

Mmm, just one sentence; she was going to check if they were speaking ill of her. If they were, she’d note it down in her book, humph...

Lingfei raised her head, a wisp of hair sticking to the corner of her rouged lips. The once vivid blush on her lovely face had faded, leaving only a faint pink tint on her fair skin.

She looked at her husband’s face, pursed her lips, and furrowed her brows, pretending to be stern to scare him. Yet, after several attempts, she couldn’t maintain the facade, and when she finally spoke, her voice was soft and weak, provoking affection.

"Hot." Lingfei wiggled within Zhao Rong’s embrace, biting her lip.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong immediately ceased his teasing on his wife’s body and instead raised his hand to fan her, "Alright, alright."

Lingfei bit her lip and looked at Zhao Rong, who loved to tease her yet cherished her dearly, and shook her head with a slight sense of helplessness, "You still act like a child."

Zhao Rong frowned and pretended to be serious, "My lady likes children? Then we should have a few more."

Lingfei lifted her hand and, in a fit of shyness and annoyance, pinched his nose, "No talking allowed."

Zhao Rong closed his mouth, blinking.

Lingfei tilted her head slightly, playing with her husband’s nose, amused by his bewildered look that followed her hand’s movement, she broke into a fragile smile.

Zhao Rong watched her smile.

Lingfei leaned against Zhao Rong, reached over to him for a grape, and began to peel it.

Her delicate soft hands picked a grape and skillfully peeled it.

Before long, Lingfei offered a clean and juicy grape to his lips with tenderness, and just as Zhao Rong opened his mouth, she tossed in the grape and quickly withdrew her slim fingers back to her bosom.