Ning Qing carried the person back to the bedroom and closed the door behind her.

You read that right, Ning Qing closed the door with her nimble feet. This was all thanks to her hard training to improve her speed.

Ning Qing placed the person on the bed, leaned over and covered her with his kiss, kissing that peach-colored face.

Seeing that he was still angry, Ning Qing let him be.

After the kiss, their lips were slightly swollen.

Ning Qing propped herself up on the bed with her elbows, leaned over and looked down at the person beneath her. Her eyes were filled with moisture, and when she looked at Ning Qing, there was a hint of fierceness in her gaze. Her cheeks were flushed and her peach-colored lips were slightly swollen.

Ning Qing slightly bent her index finger and gently brushed it across those lips, asking, "What? Still not satisfied?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Chenxi opened her eyes and glared at Ning Qing before slightly raising her head.

With a hint of bitterness in her voice, she asked, "When I'm not around, do you always have women on your left and right?"

Ning Qing protested her innocence, saying, "No, I've always kept my distance from them."

Wu Chenxi snorted coldly. Although he was not in the palace, the people he left behind would send him news about Ning Qing every day.

Ning Qing glanced at the teeth marks on her finger, then gently touched the tip of his delicate nose with her fingertip.

She chuckled and teased, "She really is a little rabbit; she'll bite if she gets angry."

Upon hearing this, Wu Chenxi's ears quickly burned, the heat spreading to her cheeks, making her already flushed cheeks look as alluring as if they had been adorned with the finest rouge.

Seeing this, Ning Qing kissed those soft lips again.

The kiss lingered for a long time, their noses touching, their eyes fixed on each other.

Ning Qing smiled mischievously, as if she had discovered a new continent.

Until she heard a muffled groan, she looked up and was met with a furious glare from someone who was both ashamed and indignant.

Ning Qing kissed Wu Chenxi on the lips and skillfully pulled out a red silk ribbon from under the pillow.

Seeing this, Wu Chenxi quickly grabbed Ning Qing's wrist to stop her, saying, "I don't want to be blindfolded, I... I want to look at you."

After speaking, she gently bit her lip and gazed intently at Ning Qing.

Ning Qing gave him a light peck on the cheek and coaxed him gently, "Be good, cover your eyes, give yourself to me, and I'll make you happy."

Wu Chenxi still wouldn't let go, stubbornly refusing to cover his wife with the red silk. He wanted to see his wife's face when she was moved by his love, which would surely be her most beautiful appearance.

Seeing this, Ning Qing had no choice but to use her trump card, lowering her head to kiss those peach-pink lips.

While the person is engrossed in the act, their hands are tied up, and then their eyes are blindfolded.

Just as Ning Qing was about to take things a step further.

The door suddenly crashed down with a loud bang.

Ning Qing quickly grabbed a blanket from the side and covered Wu Chenxi with it.

He glared angrily at the instigator standing outside the door.

Meng De's burly figure completely blocked the doorway, staring dumbfounded at the pair of beautiful women on the bed.

Her rounded fingertips trembled as she pointed at the two people on the bed, and after a long while, she managed to choke out a sentence, "You...you...how could you, how could you do this...you...you."

The last sentence was uttered in a low, indignant voice: "You are all men! How can you be so reckless?"

Ning Qing cursed inwardly: You bastard, how dare you ruin my good time! I'll beat you until you cry for your parents, or I'll despise myself.

He got up from the bed, quickly drew a long sword from the wall, and stabbed at Meng De.

Although Meng De was shocked by what he saw and was still in shock, when he heard the sharp sword blade aimed at him with a whooshing sound, his years of combat experience had honed his muscle memory, and he instinctively leaned back, barely dodging Ning Qing's sword.

Meng De could no longer care about his shock and focused on exchanging blows with Ning Qing.