After rejecting those female cultivators who came to him and frantically hinted at him for support, Chen An turned around and returned to the house. He walked up to his wife who was cleaning up the dishes and said:
"Ying'er, your husband will take you to the market to buy some supplies."
"Listen to your husband."
Song Huaying smiled sweetly with her beautiful eyes curved.
After simply changing into going-out clothes, the couple quickly went out to the market to shop.
As for the risk of being robbed, Chen An was not worried at all.
Because just now, he took out 10 low-grade spirit stones and handed them to Manager Zhang who came to collect rent, asking him to protect the safety of him and his young wife when he went to the market to collect rent.
Manager Zhang readily agreed.
After all, it’s easy to earn spirit stones, and you’d be a fool not to earn them.
After arriving at the market.
The couple followed Manager Zhang all the way.
Manager Zhang went door to door collecting rent in front, and the two followed behind to buy supplies along the way.
I bought firewood, rice, oil, salt, medicinal materials needed for alchemy, and daily necessities.
During the trip, I passed by a music hall, a bookstore, and a teahouse, and bought some musical instruments, chess sets, poetry books, calligraphy and paintings.
This was bought specially by Chen An.
He knew that his young wife was the daughter of a scholarly family and was fond of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, so he thought of buying her a gift to entertain herself when she was bored.
Song Huaying liked these gifts very much. When no one was paying attention, she mustered up the courage to secretly kiss her husband.
Although it was just a light touch, it made her blush with embarrassment.
[You gave your wife Song Huaying her favorite gift, and your relationship with her husband increased by 3.]
After shopping.
The couple returned to their residence under the escort of Manager Zhang.
"Master Chen, you bought so many things without any hesitation. It seems that you have really earned a lot of spirit stones in the past few days."
"I hope you can move to the core area and be my neighbor soon. I'll treat you to a drink then."
After saying these two words with a smile, Manager Zhang left humming a tune with a happy look on his face.
Back in the house, the couple sorted and put away the things they bought.
After finishing in a few steps, Song Huaying found a place to sit down and looked at the musical instruments, chess, calligraphy and painting instruments in her hands, unable to let go.
She carefully selected a bamboo flute carved with patterns and blew it a few times experimentally.
The tone is great and the taste is great.
"Husband, is there any song you would like to hear? No matter what it is, I can play it for you with this bamboo flute."
Song Huaying waved the bamboo flute in her little hand playfully and said with confidence.
Chen An likes confident girls, so he decisively told his wife all the songs he had listened to in the past thirty years and asked her to play them.
It turned out that the young wife was a ruthless person who did what she said. She blew Chen An from day to night until her mouth was numb.
“Cough…cough cough!”
"Come on, come on, sit down and drink some water to moisten your throat. Don't get sick from coughing."
"No, I can still play!"
"Alright, alright, stop bragging. I know how powerful Ying'er is."
Chen An didn't expect that his little wife would be so stubborn, and he was shocked for a moment.
You silly girl, if I ask you to play so many songs, you will really play all of them? This is really... a little cute in its persistence.
After some more persuasion, Chen An finally snatched the bamboo flute from his little wife and asked her to sit down and rest for a while.
It was quiet in the dead of night.
The couple had nothing to do, so they changed into pajamas early and lay down on the bed to rest.
Song Huaying, who was nestled in Chen An's arms, suddenly sat up and asked:
"Husband, we haven't had sex for so long, do you feel uncomfortable?"
"No, my husband has amazing willpower."
"That's good."
After Song Huaying finished speaking, she lay back down, leaning her pretty face against Chen An's chest again, enjoying the sound of his strong heartbeat.
But not long after, she sat up again, looked into Chen An's eyes with a distressed look and said, "Husband, I know you must be feeling very uncomfortable."
"Really not."
"Of course."
"Well, it's a bit uncomfortable."
"Husband..."
"Okay, go to sleep. I have to get up early tomorrow to make the elixir."
After Chen An fell asleep, Song Huaying quietly got off the bed, lay on the ground, pulled out a book called "The Art of Sex" from under the bed, tiptoed to the window, and began to read it in the moonlight.
When she was still a rich lady, she once inadvertently learned from her personal maid that there was such a strange book.
I heard that this book can teach many women how to please their husbands when they are pregnant, to prevent their husbands from succumbing to temptation and being seduced away by other vixens.
Chen An, who was lying on the bed pretending to be asleep, opened his eyes slightly and looked at his young wife who was standing in front of the window and studying the art of sex seriously. He couldn't help but smile helplessly.
It was not until today that he discovered that his little wife could be quite stubborn sometimes.
"Forget it, since she likes it, let her do as she pleases from now on."
Chen An thought so in his heart, and soon closed his eyes again, not knowing whether he fell asleep or not.
The days continue to pass.
Since that night, in the days that followed, every night before going to bed, Song Huaying would use some of the skills she learned from books to try her best to please Chen An.
While enjoying it, Chen An couldn't help but think that the author of this art of sex was truly a talent. Where on earth did he learn so many tricks from? Could he be a time traveler who had watched countless movies?
In a blink of an eye, several days passed.
It was a sunny day with birds singing and flowers blooming. A rabbit ran into the yard from somewhere.
It is furry, very cute and very popular with girls.
Chen An's fingers flashed with golden light, and he directly took the thing into the kitchen to make soup.
Two hours later.
The soup is ready.
Chen An brought it into the room and fed it to his young wife to replenish her body.
"Husband, what kind of soup is this?"
"chicken soup."
Chen An lied with open eyes.
After drinking the soup, I rested for a while.
Song Huaying went to the bed and used her hands and feet to repay her husband. When she was tired, she leaned on her husband's head and used her little mouth to tell him all kinds of soft and sticky love words, trying her best to make up for the loss of not being able to have sex with him.
A few days later.
Chen An opened the panel to check the data.
【Gold Finger: Getting Started (58/100)】
[Alchemy: First-level intermediate (292/500)]
[Wife: Song Huaying]
[Attribute: A drop of water is returned with a spring of gratitude]
[Emotion: 2 stars (253/500)]
[Alchemy experience provided: 276]
[Provided cheat code proficiency: 52]
After a careful look, the progress bars for the golden finger and alchemy technique only increased a little.
There is no way, after all, my wife is pregnant and we can’t have sex.
But it is gratifying that the progress bar of the emotional level has increased a lot and has reached more than half.
A 3-star couple relationship is just around the corner.
Chen An looked at his little wife who was sleeping soundly beside him, his eyes fell on her belly which was gradually beginning to show, and a hint of anxiety appeared in his eyes.
In the blink of an eye, my wife has been pregnant for more than three months.
As long as he persists for a few more days, he will soon be able to enjoy the pleasure of love with his young wife again, and work hard to improve his alchemy experience and proficiency in the golden finger.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
"Master Chen!"
"Master Chen Dan, are you home?"
There was a hurried knock on the door, and a woman's shouting that sounded very anxious.
Chen An covered his young wife with a quilt and then walked out of the room slowly.
When he came to the hall, he picked up a bamboo pole as usual and lifted the curtain in front of the window from a distance to see who was looking for him.
When he opened the lid, he found that it was the young female cultivator who lived opposite and often came out to urinate.
“Master Chen Dan, wuwu…my father…he is ill. Please save my father. As long as you can save my father, you can ask me to do anything, even be my concubine or my slave. Wuwuwuwuwu…”
The young and beautiful female cultivator outside the window, as soon as she saw Chen An appear in front of her, immediately burst into tears and choked with sobs and begged.
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(End of this chapter)