My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 522 - 345 Pig’s Trotter! Spare this young master’s eight rock-hard abs!_2

Chapter 522: Chapter 345 Pig’s Trotter! Spare this young master’s eight rock-hard abs!_2

He bent over slightly, his body almost leaning forward, to make it easier for her small hands to grasp his collar.

However, the little girl pouted.

"Let me do it, don’t move," Zhao Qian’er murmured a complaint, snuggling into Zhao Rong’s arms. She bumped her forehead against his firm chest and then raised both hands, palms open, pushing against his chest.

Zhao Rong had no choice but to straighten up again.

"So clumsy..."

Zhao Qian’er looked up at him, her big, peach blossom eyes curving at the corners with a light pink hue.

The young girl smiled, spat gently, but then, without making a sound, she glanced down...

Zhao Rong nodded, standing still to let the diligent Qian’er lead his collar.

Zhao Rong ignored Li Bai, the sword-bearing man who was grumbling discontentedly, and glanced at Gu Yiwu, who was waiting beside him.

The burly man watched their sweet daily interactions with his servant girl with a barely suppressed twitch at the corner of his mouth, followed closely by the maid Yun Niang, whom they had bought not long ago.

The two waited quietly for Zhao Rong.

Suddenly, Zhao Rong felt a stealthy little hand doing something naughty on his body, turning into a salty pig’s trotter, wandering over his abdomen...

Zhao Rong looked down and was rendered speechless.

There Qian’er was, standing on tiptoe with her right hand, gently leading his collar while with her left hand, pretending to balance, she caressed his abs.

The little girl lifted her head high, her face filled with concentration. Seeing Zhao Rong look down, she smiled sweetly.

Zhao Rong couldn’t help but say, "Qian’er, let go."

Zhao Qian’er shook her head, the high ponytail bouncing playfully, "No, I have to tidy up Brother Rong’s collar properly."

Zhao Rong felt ticklish where she "scratched" his abs. He looked around guiltily; while the people from the Justice Hall were occasionally looking over, it seemed they hadn’t noticed the secret flirtation of their ’master and maid’.

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief but didn’t dare to push her hand away or step back, afraid of being found out.

Thus, he had no choice but to lean forward to close the gap between them.

Zhao Rong whispered hoarsely, "Hurry up with the adjusting, that’s about enough... Naughty girl, don’t, don’t touch... stop scratching!"

Zhao Qian’er, while thoughtfully and carefully adjusting his collar, spread her delicate fingers and explored his abs, touching every inch.

She tilted her head and laughed, revealing two little "man-eating" tiger teeth.

To outsiders, she seemed adorable and harmless, like a gentle and weak servant girl who was painstakingly reaching up to please her master by tending to his collar, offering an appeasing, gentle smile to the stern and serious master.

But in Zhao Rong’s eyes, she was a sly little demon in the guise of fragility, seemingly determined to devour her master.

He lowered his head to her soft little ear and squeezed out a voice through clenched teeth, "Stop it, there are too many people!"

This unheeding behavior of hers, taking the initiative to be mischievous, seemed almost like a flirtatious little tantrum.

He was indeed somewhat displeased, and he had matters to attend to at the moment, not in the mood for a secret affair.

What, thrilling? No, only ’prickly,’ without the thrill.

Yet Zhao Rong didn’t dare to scold Qian’er, not even a harsh word felt appropriate.

He was quite helpless internally.

Because he knew that no matter how the little girl behaved in public or how much she misbehaved, she regarded him and Qing Jun as her only close relatives and cared deeply about their opinions and attitudes.

When Zhao Rong and Qing Jun misunderstood each other, the wedding night ended discontentedly.

The most upset and hurt was this little girl in his arms.

Just like what Qian’er earnestly said that day, he and Qing Jun were her sun and moon.

However, sometimes she was indeed too naughty.

Zhao Rong suddenly frowned—was she pinching now?

Was this... him being taken advantage of?

The past teasing of little Xiao Xiao and Qing Jun was due, as they were bashful, with thin skins embarrassed by his teasings.

But now, had he encountered a female hooligan in little Qian’er?

What goes around comes around... Who can escape the will of Heaven?

At this moment, just as Zhao Rong was feeling remorse about his present and previous lives.

Zhao Qian’er stood on her tiptoes with great effort, keeping both her hands busy.

She bit her lip beside Zhao Rong’s neck and said, "Rong’er brother, you... you actually have six-pack abs~"

Zhao Rong: "..."

What does "actually" mean? And with that "~" at the end? Are you looking down on someone?! Is it not normal for this young master to have six-pack abs? Was there even a need to be so surprised? So in the past, you thought your brother Rong’er was a complete weakling?

A fierce twitch crept into the corner of his eye.

Zhao Rong, with a face full of indignation, said, "Alright, alright, there’s nothing to be surprised about, you... you... be gentle."

Immediately, his indignant tone gradually weakened and eventually turned into a plea.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm, I never thought brother Rong’er would have abs. It seems you really have changed a lot. A few years ago, you were thin, and your little belly was soft without any abs. Every time after you ate, when I patted your belly, it would make such a loud ’smack, smack’ sound, hee hee hee. Hmm, brother Rong’er, it’s really good now~ such firm abs, hmm hmm, it’s no good being soft, Qian’er still likes it hard, yeah, the abs."

"???"

Zhao Rong’s face darkened.

Little sister, what kind of lewd words are those?

Let go! Stop playing with this young master’s abs; there are so many people around.

At this moment, most of the students from Justice Hall were chatting in groups, and the servants were leading Dragon Colts to drink at the river.

People occasionally turned their heads, looking at Zhao Rong with curious and strange glances, wondering what this master and servant pair were up to, and why they were clinging so close to each other.

However, after stealing a few glances at Zhao Qian’er, they couldn’t help but inwardly exclaim that this little fairy Zhao was so beautiful.

Yes, she is known as little fairy Zhao because it is said that Mr. Zhao at Taiching’s Tranquility Mansion has a wife of extreme beauty. Senior Gu said that they should refer to her as the great fairy Zhao.

Senior Gu says that she is the rumored darling of Taiching’s Tranquility Mansion, Zhao Lingfei, who is destined to reach the Golden Core before the age of twenty.

And the lady Qian’er, who is currently attending to Mr. Zhao like a maid, is also a young prodigy newly arrived at Tranquility Mansion, manifesting her Lifebound Flying Sword at a young age, with her appearance, talent, and cultivation all being top-notch.

She is a fairy of the mountain in every sense of the word, no matter where she might be in the Xuanhuang Cultivation World.

Alas, Mr. Zhao, who teaches calligraphy, is truly... truly...

The students from Justice Hall couldn’t help but sigh as they looked at Mr. Zhao, whose expression was somewhat strange, unsure of what to say.

This little fairy Zhao appeared lively and cute, as well as gentle and considerate, even going so far as to do such a small thing as straightening Mr. Zhao’s collar for him.

Uh, however, why does Mr. Zhao look so odd right now, with his eyes so wide open, staring at little fairy Zhao?

Some of the more perceptive students from Justice Hall noticed this unusual situation and couldn’t help but frown.

Ah, look at how frightened little fairy Zhao has become; she seems even more timid and accomodating in her expression...

Even though Zhao Qian’er usually didn’t pay much attention to them on the road, not speaking to them, seeing her every day still made the students feel somewhat close to her.

After all, who wouldn’t be fond of such a beautiful girl? Being able to speak with her was nice enough, but it seems that little fairy Zhao was somehow shy and perhaps still a naive young girl, always indifferent towards them, um, especially towards Senior Gu, always cold-faced, making one wonder if the senior had previously offended the beauty, ah, the poor old Gu...

At this very moment, the gazes of many outsiders fell upon Zhao Rong, carrying mixed feelings of blame and puzzlement.

Mr. Zhao was really being too harsh. To have someone like little fairy Zhao as a personal maid was a blessing accumulated over many lifetimes, yet he was still so fierce towards her...

Gu Yiwu was unaware that the students were complaining about him.

He was standing next to Zhao Rong with Yunniang, waiting, and their faces were getting a touch darker.

Ziyu, what are you doing? Weren’t we supposed to discuss important matters? And yet you’re still showing off your maid! Enough, enough, I won’t bring up buying a maid ever again... Hurry up with those collar adjustments. Hey, how did you two start wrestling with each other now?

Facing all the odd stares and being wronged, Zhao Rong was at a loss for words.

Who could withstand encountering a hooligan like Qian’er?

However, just like with Zhao Rong’s inner tirade of complaints, Qian’er seemed oblivious to his angry expression.

She continued tilting her head like a little fox that had just stolen a taste, with peachy eyes squinted, her little hands still dutifully performing a maid’s ’proper’ tasks.

The young girl chatted merrily.