Chapter 196 Bastard

"Don't worry. I just want to spend more time with my wife, that's all."

Without a word, Wen Zhiming took off her outer garment. The bad man looked thin, but his grip was surprisingly strong, and she couldn't resist him at all.

She put on a serious face, as if she was really overthinking things.

Meng Lingge felt extremely hot all over. Although she and Wen Zhiming had made love many times, she was still trembling with shame at being stared at by the man's fiery gaze and with her clothes off.

But when she looked up and saw Wen Zhiming's bright smile, she didn't want to lose face in front of him, so she mustered up her courage and turned to glare at him.

She just kept staring at him, watching to see how this big liar could still have the nerve to contradict himself.

But this time, it seems she really wronged Wen Zhiming.

Although Wen Zhiming's gaze was a bit too intense, he didn't do anything inappropriate. After gently placing her in the bathtub, Wen Zhiming went behind her, let her hair down, and gently and meticulously washed her hair.

His touch was gentle, even more comfortable than Qiu Lan Dong Qing's service, as if he was used to doing this.

Meng Lingge suddenly thought of Li Yan'er, whom the Emperor had betrothed to Wen Zhiming. Her hair was the thickest and thickest. Could Wen Zhiming's technique be something he had practiced?

The sweetness in her heart turned bitter at this thought. She yanked her hair back and asked directly, "You're being so attentive today, are you feeling guilty? You told me it was just an act for the Emperor, and that's why I agreed. What if you're taking it seriously..."

Wen Zhiming's hand was empty. Just as he was wondering why Meng Lingge was angry, he looked up and saw Meng Lingge's slightly red eyes. Before he could figure out why Meng Lingge was angry, his hand had already instinctively reached out to her.

"What do you mean by 'fake it real'? You don't believe me at all?"

"I..." Meng Lingge was speechless, but still asked what was on her mind, "Your hair washing technique is so skilled that it doesn't seem like it's your first time..."

Moreover, Wen Zhiming's sexual needs were strong. They hadn't been together for two months, and Wen Zhiming had a beautiful woman around him every day.

That beauty even bears a resemblance to her.

The more she thought about it, the more uncertain she felt.

"Silly girl." Wen Zhiming gently took her hair in his hands and began to caress it. "Don't you think this technique looks familiar? It's the way you used to wash my hair. Although many people take care of me, they all know that I'm not quite lucid, so they don't take care of me very diligently. It's common for my hair not to be washed properly, so my hair is often messy. After we got married, you personally washed my hair. I felt especially at ease with you there, letting you do whatever you wanted. But you were still afraid of hurting me, so every time you styled the ends of my hair, you would hold the middle with your other hand to avoid pulling on my scalp."

“These days, I’ve been taking care of my own hair. Every time I wash my hair, I practice using the same method you used, just so I can serve you in the future. But you doubt me.”

He looked aggrieved, but his hands didn't stop. After washing her hair, he carefully dried it and tied it up. Then he rested Meng Lingge's head on the towel on the edge of the bathtub and continued to massage her head.

After regaining consciousness, Wen Zhiming remembered everyone and everything.

The other people in his memories all had multiple faces, even his mother, who loved him the most, would occasionally complain and be annoyed with him.

Only his wife never disliked him. She took care of him, protected him, and accompanied him in every way, both in public and in private.

On their wedding night, the bride was still a virgin. She was too shy to look at the man's body, but she still endured her fear and resolutely went to consummate their marriage.

He didn't know why his wife had so firmly chosen him, a fool.

During the months after their marriage, why did she always treat him the same as before?

But when he was still mentally challenged, only his wife had given him her whole heart. So now that he has recovered, his wife is the only person to whom he can give his whole heart.

As Wen Zhiming gently pressed down, Meng Lingge remembered that this was indeed her own technique from back then.

Feeling somewhat ashamed, Meng Lingge enjoyed Wen Zhiming's service and continued to ask, "What happened to Li Yan'er in the end? What about your bodyguard and her..."

We have to get to the bottom of this, otherwise there will be a thorn stuck in her heart that will prick her every now and then.

Wen Zhiming briefly explained Li Yan'er's situation, and concluded by saying, "Lianyan should have been willing to take Li Yan'er away, but unfortunately the emperor went too far and she was still killed by him."

Meng Lingge hadn't expected Li Yan'er to die so tragically. Since she was gone, she really shouldn't be jealous of a dead person.

Moreover, since Wen Zhiming had already arranged for his bodyguards to sleep with Li Yan'er from the beginning, it's unlikely that he would sleep with his subordinates' women.

This matter should be put to rest.

Having figured things out, Meng Lingge wanted to bathe by herself, but Wen Zhiming became domineering again, insisting on serving her no matter what.

The two, one inside the bathtub and the other outside, were pushing and shoving each other.

Wen Zhiming's voice was hoarse as he gave a soft warning.

"My wife, please don't move. You're pregnant; don't hurt the baby. I'm already suffering enough; if you move around again, it'll kill me..."

Meng Lingge was so frightened that she dared not move.

That bastard, he even knew she was pregnant.

Wen Zhiming didn't go too far. After quickly washing Meng Lingge, he wrapped her in a bath towel and gently placed her on the bed. Then he kissed Meng Lingge on the forehead.

"wait for me."

Soon, she heard the sound of dripping water. Meng Lingge guessed that Wen Zhiming was washing himself with the water she had used to bathe. Her already flushed face became even more vibrant.

That feeling of anticipation mixed with fear has returned.

She secretly slipped out from under the towel, hid under the covers, and pulled the blanket over her head, but her heart was still pounding.

The sound of water disappeared, and then the bed sank slightly as a figure pressed against her, its body even hotter than hers.

Those hands, inside the blankets, precisely ignited her desire, with tenderness, with surrender, with fervor, repeatedly teasing her until she could hardly breathe.

A soft murmur lingered between his teeth.

Wen Zhiming's intoxicating lips reached Meng Lingge's ear.

"My wife, is it alright?"

Meng Lingge bit her lip and angrily pinched Wen Zhiming's ear with her slender hand.

It wasn't much force used; it was mostly anger.

"If you dare not, you will never be allowed to do so again."

What a bastard.

This is as excessive as asking someone if they want the fire put out after they've started it.

He knew his body so well, and even though he knew she was already aroused, he still had to ask that one more question.

Why ask her when she's least likely to shake her head?

Wen Zhiming had already reached his limit. Upon hearing this, he dared not tease Meng Lingge any further. He leaned down and gently lifted Meng Lingge up, turning her to lie on her side.

He lay down behind Meng Lingge, embraced her, and they embarked on their love journey.

The bed felt even heavier.

Meng Lingge was about to exclaim in surprise when Wen Zhiming stepped in first and brought his arm to her lips.

The thin arm was hard to bite into, making it difficult to get a good bite. It was too skinny, and she couldn't bring herself to bite too hard.

This force, neither too strong nor too weak, was like adding fuel to the fire, making the desire burn even more uncontrollably.

An autumn wind suddenly rises outside the tent, while spring is in full bloom inside.