Chapter 3 Honey, my chest hurts.

Jiang Wu quickly returned from the cafeteria with rice and some vegetables.

Although she was a demoness of the Hehuan Sect in her previous life, she was also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, cooking, and needlework in order to please those Dao Lords with profound cultivation.

She transformed a simple dinner into a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.

The white rice was steamed until each grain was distinct, a plate of stir-fried green vegetables was vibrant green, and there was a bowl of tomato and egg soup. The yellow, white, and red colors were interspersed, making it look incredibly appetizing.

Qin Lie sat at the dining table, looking at the sumptuous dinner before him, and fell silent once again.

This was the first time he had eaten a meal cooked by Jiang Wu herself, even though they had been married for a year.

In the past, he would either eat at the army canteen or go home to a cold stove.

"Try it and see if it suits your taste."

Jiang Wu served him a bowl of rice and then put a piece of green vegetable in his bowl. She looked at him with bright eyes, like a little animal waiting for its owner's praise.

Qin Lie picked up his chopsticks and silently took a bite.

The food tasted surprisingly good.

It is light, but not bland, and carries the purest aroma of the ingredients themselves.

It tastes so much better than the food cooked in the cafeteria.

He didn't say anything, but he ate noticeably faster than usual.

The meal was finished in an eerily quiet atmosphere.

Qin Lie took the initiative to clear away the dishes and chopsticks and took them to the kitchen to wash.

When he came out of the kitchen, he found that Jiang Wu had changed her clothes.

It was no longer the worn-out cloth dress, but a brand new, fiery red dress.

This dress was made by the original owner a few days ago; she originally planned to wear it to see Zhou Mingyuan.

The dress is made of the currently popular Dacron fabric, and the style is also very bold. The waist-cinching design accentuates her slender waist.

The skirt wasn't long, just above the knee, revealing a pair of straight and shapely calves.

Jiang Wu's skin was already fair, and this red dress made it even more dazzlingly white.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing a small mirror, braiding her long, black hair into two loose braids that hung down in front of her chest.

Under the dim light, her profile was soft, with red lips, fair skin, and black hair like a waterfall. She was as beautiful as a richly colored painting.

Qin Lie only glanced at it before feeling his breath hitch.

He quickly looked away, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

"It's getting late, go to bed early."

He tried to cover up his loss of composure with his usual cold and hard tone.

After saying that, he took out his pillow and a thin blanket from the cabinet and prepared to sleep on the small bed in the outer room.

They had been married for a year, and although they lived in the same house, they slept in separate beds.

The original owner disliked his body odor and wouldn't allow him to touch her.

Qin Lie is a normal man with needs, but after being rejected repeatedly, his desires faded.

He's a proud man at heart, and he can't bring himself to do something that's met with indifference.

Over time, sleeping in separate beds became an unspoken agreement between the two.

But today, as soon as he picked up the blanket, his wrist was grabbed from behind.

"Honey, where are you going?"

Jiang Wu's voice came from behind, trembling with a hint of grievance.

Qin Lie had his back to her, his body stiff as a stone.

"I'm going to sleep outside."

"Why?" Jiang Wu asked, puzzled, but tightened her grip, preventing him from leaving.

"We are husband and wife, shouldn't husband and wife sleep together?"

Qin Lie closed his eyes, feeling that his patience was about to reach its limit.

He turned around, wanting her to let go, but met a pair of misty eyes.

"Jiang Wu, what tricks are you trying to pull?" His voice was terribly hoarse.

"I didn't play any tricks."

Jiang Wu shook her head, her expression extremely serious.

She released his hand, then stretched out her arms and boldly wrapped them around his neck.

He was instantly enveloped in a warm, soft embrace.

The girl's unique fragrance, mixed with the scent of shampoo, forcefully entered his nostrils, like an invisible net, wrapping his reason layer by layer.

Qin Lie was completely unable to move.

He felt that the person in his arms was like a boneless ball of cotton, incredibly soft.

"Qin Lie, we are husband and wife. Isn't it only natural for us to do what husband and wife should do?"

She whispered in his ear, in a voice only the two of them could hear.

The warm breath sprayed onto his earlobe, bringing a shivering itch.

Qin Lie lived for twenty-six years and received the most orthodox and rigorous education.

In his view, matters between men and women were sacred and private.

He had never met a woman as bold and straightforward as Jiang Wu.

Her words, her actions, every detail, were relentlessly challenging the string of his "self-control."

"You...you let go!"

He used a lot of strength to squeeze those words out of his throat.

He tried to push her away, but his arm was too heavy to lift.

"I won't let go."

Jiang Wu not only didn't let go, but hugged him even tighter.

She pressed her cheek against his burning chest, and through the thin shirt, she could clearly hear his heart pounding like a drum.

One sound after another, steady and powerful.

It is full of the most primal rhythms of life.

She smiled with satisfaction.

It seems that this man's body is more honest than she imagined.

"husband……"

She called out again, her voice drawn out, carrying a captivating, alluring quality.

Then, she did something that completely broke Qin Lie.

She tilted her head back, looking at him with alluring eyes, then stuck out her pink tongue and gently licked her slightly dry lips.

"My chest hurts so much, can you rub it for me?"

The voice was soft and sweet, almost cloyingly so, making one's heart itch.

Qin Lie was completely at a loss, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet.

His gaze, uncontrollably, followed her beautiful collarbone downwards...

The red dress, though not low-cut, seemed particularly alluring because of her posture at that moment.

Her snow-white skin glowed alluringly beneath the red fabric.

He can even see...

Qin Lie abruptly turned his face away, his cheeks and neck taut with tension from extreme restraint.

He felt all the blood in his body rushing to one place.

That place, with its shouts and clamor, felt unfamiliar to him and filled him with dread.

"Jiang Wu, if you keep acting up, believe me, I'll lock you up!"

His voice, tainted by lust, became unusually hoarse.

This threat had no deterrent effect on Jiang Wu.

She laughed even more happily.

Her hand traced down his neck and landed on the neatly buttoned shirt.

Her fingertips were icy cold, but his skin was burning hot.

When the two phases come into contact, a tiny electric current is generated.

"OK."

She looked into his eyes, which had become deep with shock and desire, and spoke softly.

"Then lock me up."

"It would be best to use you to lock me up."

"lifetime."