Country estate.
After sending her husband out in the morning, Zhu Nanzhi basked in the comfortable sunlight, washing last night's clothes, now marked by their wildness.
Sitting on a small stool, her upper body was clad in a Cuiyan Robe, revealing elegant necklines and clearly visible collarbones. Her lower body was adorned with a white crinkle skirt, its folds like snowy moons flowing with light, showcasing her softness.
Her dark cyan hair was casually tied up in a chignon and secured with an exquisitely crafted jade hairpin. Though simple, it exuded a fresh and elegant charm.
A gentle smile graced her lightly made-up face, and the faint blush on her cheeks created a tenderness as delicate as flower petals, giving her a playful sweetness unlike her usual cool demeanor.
Humming an unknown folk tune, Zhu Nanzhi wrung out the clothes, stood up, and with a few shakes, walked lightly to the clothesline, tiptoeing to hang the clothes.
Under her rolled-up sleeves, half of her fair, jade-like arm was exposed, and water droplets rolled down her tender white skin, creating a sense of pure beauty.
Zhu Nanzhi hanging up clothes here formed a stark contrast with Han Wu, squatting idly nearby.
It's not that Han Wu didn't want to help the Holy Daughter, but the Holy Daughter forbade anyone to touch Lu Jin'an's clothes.
The reason being to avoid them being tainted by the scent of other girls.
Although Han Wu found this reason absurd, she refrained from touching them anyway, as she didn't want to handle that man's belongings.
So she tried to compromise by wanting to wash the Holy Daughter's clothes, only to be refused again.
The reasoning was equally absurd: what if the scent of other girls on the clothing could be noticed by her husband during an embrace?
Things weren't like this before. How did everything change starting today?
Left speechless, Han Wu could only sit idly, pondering why the Holy Daughter's mind seemed not quite right.
The more she thought about it, the more chilling the idea of the Holy Daughter refining her husband into a Sword Spirit seemed.
Such an absurd act of refining a Daoist couple into a Sword Spirit wasn't even in the long history of the Qingmiao Palace...
Where did the Holy Daughter learn this from?
Lost in thought, Han Wu saw the Holy Daughter, having hung the clothes, rub her lower back, prompting Han Wu to get up and was about to ask whether she was unwell when she heard the Holy Daughter's self-talk, causing her to halt.
"Last night, husband was bolder than usual; without even removing the clothes, he pinned me to the bed, standing by the side, causing my waist to be suspended all the time, now so weary..."
Hearing this, Han Wu silently squatted back down, hugging her knees in a daze.
Zhu Nanzhi, who rubbed her lower back, covered her mouth to stifle a yawn, her squinted eyes glistening under the sunlight, showcasing a hint of laziness with her married maturity.
After rubbing her eyes, Zhu Nanzhi took a few steps back, staring unblinkingly at the clothes on the line, her mind filled with memories of last night when her husband eagerly returned home with her.
Previously, after bathing, she would mischievously take the lead, igniting a spark, and then obediently let her husband, who ceased to be gentlemanly, have free rein.
But last night, her husband's uncharacteristic boldness startled her... yet his slightly rough actions, hurried breaths, and those burning eyes filled her with a stronger joy than ever before.
Last night's husband was more heart-throbbing and overwhelming than usual.
Though eventually overwhelmed, she bore it for quite a while to relish the unprecedented pressure, not wanting to resist at all.
A breeze brushed by, and Zhu Nanzhi, blushing fully, touched her flushed cheeks, murmuring softly like spun silk: "Husband..."
I wonder if tonight, he would be as last night, filling her heart with every move, making her adore him?
Lost in thought for a long while, Zhu Nanzhi suddenly turned and headed indoors: "I can't think about it anymore; he's not here now, it's useless thinking. I better clean the room first..."
Just as Zhu Nanzhi was about to step over the threshold, she abruptly paused, then retreated several steps, looking up at the distant azure sky.
Though quite far away, with Zhu Nanzhi's cultivation, she could vaguely see the blood clouds surging upwards.
Han Wu hurried over to Zhu Nanzhi's side, holding a broken Array Stone in her palm: "Miss, the sensing stone placed a month ago is destroyed. Li Huangquan has broken through to the Sitting and Illuminating Realm."
Hearing this, Zhu Nanzhi, suppressing her myriad thoughts, frowned slightly: "So quickly?"
Every few days, Han Wu would infiltrate the Blood Emperor Sect for observation, and originally, it was not expected for Li Huangquan to break through to the Sitting and Illuminating Realm so quickly...
Did he stumble upon some unexpected fortuitous chance?
After pondering for a few seconds, Zhu Nanzhi looked at Han Wu: "Go have a look, act as you see fit."
Understanding Zhu Nanzhi's meaning, Han Wu promptly set off and left.
Zhu Nanzhi walked back inside, this matter promptly cast to the back of her mind, as after all, 'the world is vast, but her husband is the greatest'.
Resuming her folk song humming, Zhu Nanzhi particularly focused on cleaning the bedroom, as last night, due to being overly captivated by her husband, her physical state was surprisingly good, resulting in quite a bit of leftover marks.
Once Zhu Nanzhi, full of scattered thoughts, finally finished tidying, the time had come to midday.
Wiping the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand, Zhu Nanzhi sat at the dresser nailed to the wall, resting her chin on her hand, gazing at the newly replaced light-colored silk bed sheets, a blush flickering beneath her sky-blue eyes.
The light-colored sheets showed marks more distinctly, inexplicably giving her husband more energy.
It was just like that last night, her husband was like a beast amid a flood.
In a hazy daze, Zhu Nanzhi slowly reclined, resting her head in the crook of her arm, her nearby bed gradually blurring.
The weariness of a late night and early rise, washing clothes, and cleaning the room, led her to unknowingly fall asleep at the dresser.
Gentle, steady breaths filled the room, and in her sleep, she felt her body lighten, soon feeling her back pressed against something soft.
"Mmm... husband, don't tease~"
"How do you know it's me?" Lu Jin'an asked softly, leaning on one hand against the bed, as he slowly untied her belt with the other, watching Zhu Nanzhi murmur.
Still drowsy, Zhu Nanzhi opened her sleepy eyes, taking a glance at him, muttering: "My body won't resist husband~"
Lu Jin'an chuckled: "Then keep sleeping, no need to resist."
"Mm..." Zhu Nanzhi turned her head away, blinking against the light, suddenly clearing up more: "Hus-husband, it's not dark yet."
"That's not important," Lu Jin'an murmured, as he leaned down to suck on her soft earlobe: "What's important is that I missed you, and I've prepared a surprise for you, my wife."
"A surprise?" Zhu Nanzhi blinked, then seemed to realize something, gently pushing against his shoulder: "I've sweated, and haven't bathed yet..."
"It doesn't matter, wife smells lovely." Lu Jin'an placed a black blindfold over Zhu Nanzhi's eyes.
"Hus-husband?" Zhu Nanzhi's voice quivered, taking on a trembling tone: "What do you mean by this?"
"Today I want to play something exciting with you, are you willing?" Lu Jin'an chuckled lightly, asking her.
Zhu Nanzhi's grip on the sheet involuntarily tightened, her breaths quickened, her voice trembled, shy bashfulness mixed with anticipation.
"I will follow husband's lead~"
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