"These spiritual fruits are all edible. If you need anything, you can come find me. But Xiao Xu should be back to find you soon."
Jiang Qingyao led Wang Feng and the other man to a luxurious room and sat them down. She looked at the fruit on the table and spoke softly.
"Little...Xu?"
Wang Feng, holding Jiang Hanxi's slender hand, sat beside her and was taken aback when he heard her address her as "Xiao Xu".
"...Um, what's wrong?"
Jiang Qingyao seemed to realize that she had called her too intimately, and her face turned slightly red, but she quickly calmed down.
"No, it's nothing."
Wang Feng smiled enigmatically, then looked up and examined Jiang Qingyao's appearance; she was fair-skinned and beautiful.
She wasn't quite on par with his wife, but she was still extremely beautiful, with her hair tied up in a half-up style.
She was dressed in a long white robe and held a jade-green longsword in her left hand, giving her the air of a senior sister.
Of course, he only looked at her carefully because he was thinking of his good brother Xu Qingfeng, after all, he called him Little Xu.
"Um."
Jiang Qingyao noticed his scrutinizing gaze, but after finding no sign of aggression, she said nothing and turned to leave.
As Jiang Qingyao's footsteps faded into the distance, Jiang Hanxi felt a little annoyed. She had long since noticed her husband's gaze as he scrutinized Jiang Qingyao.
Although he knew Wang Feng was just giving him a cursory glance, he didn't sense any strange thoughts from him.
After all, his soul-binding red rope was worn on her wrist.
If Jiang Hanxi carefully sensed it, she would be able to sense a little bit of his thoughts.
But Jiang Hanxi remained seated, somewhat nervous, as if she were afraid that Wang Feng would be snatched away by Jiang Qingyao.
She had read many ancient books, which said that once a man possesses everything a woman has, he will begin to take her for granted.
He would slowly start seeking pleasure with other women outside, and Jiang Hanxi's heart grew increasingly anxious the more she thought about it.
If Jiang Hanxi were on Earth, she would definitely be a super genius, having read almost every book imaginable.
Wang Feng, on the other hand, is a slacker in the back row by the window who only knows how to flirt with the top student, show off, and act cool.
At this moment, Wang Feng also noticed that Jiang Hanxi's condition was a bit off, and he let go of the hand he was holding.
Then he gently untied the knot around her fair neck, removed the white veil and hat from her head, placed it on the table, and asked softly with a puzzled expression:
"My wife, what's wrong?"
After saying that, Wang Feng gently pinched her beautiful face, but then, as if that wasn't enough, he changed from pinching to cupping it.
"Husband... my lord..."
Jiang Hanxi called out softly, as if she wanted to say something, but hesitated and didn't say it for a long time.
"What's wrong?"
Wang Feng cupped her pretty face, his brows furrowed slightly in confusion. What exactly did she want to say?
"No, it's nothing..."
Jiang Hanxi hesitated for a moment, then realized she couldn't be so selfish.
She wouldn't even let her husband look at other people, because that would put a lot of pressure on him.
But the more Jiang Hanxi acted this way, the more uncomfortable Wang Feng felt, frantically recalling the details from the moment he boarded the flying boat.
Could it be that I was seen by those female disciples, and that made Jiang Hanxi unhappy?
No, no, she shouldn't be so petty.
At most, he just didn't like the way the female disciples stared at him.
Wang Feng understood this all too well; he also disliked other men staring directly at Jiang Hanxi. Their possessiveness was about the same.
That leaves Jiang Qingyao, after all, she's quite striking in appearance, and he was just looking her up and down in front of Jiang Hanxi.
At this moment, Jiang Hanxi patted his hands that were holding her face and sat up straight.
It seems that she had simply wanted to call him "husband" just now.
Looking at her calm and aloof demeanor, Wang Feng knew that she must be feeling very upset about his scrutiny of Jiang Qingyao earlier.
He had known Jiang Hanxi for nine lifetimes, and he understood perfectly well how insecure Jiang Hanxi was.
I never saw my father growing up; I was abandoned by my mother when I was only about five years old.
Finally, she was seamlessly picked up by a high-ranking master of the Ice Palace who only knew how to scold her and wholeheartedly taught her cultivation.
It can be said that Jiang Hanxi is not only extremely skilled in cultivation.
Other emotional or interpersonal relationships were absolutely terrible!
To put it nicely, I didn't have a childhood or many happy memories; to put it bluntly, I lacked love.
She really made me cry my eyes out.
Wang Feng thought of a sentence Lan Xing had said, and looking at Jiang Hanxi's pretty face, his heart couldn't help but tremble.
"My dear wife, did I make you unhappy by staring at that woman?"
Wang Feng gently embraced Jiang Hanxi, who was sitting alone, struggling with her emotions. Jiang Hanxi had almost suppressed them.
This was immediately aroused by Wang Feng again, and her beautiful eyes looked at Wang Feng with a hint of resentment.
"without......"
Jiang Hanxi did not push Wang Feng away. Being held in his arms made her feel inexplicably at ease, and the depression in her heart dissipated a lot.
"My dear wife, it's a deal. From now on, neither of us is allowed to stare at the opposite sex for too long. Otherwise, we'll cover each other's eyes, okay?"
Wang Feng gently hugged Jiang Hanxi, buried his head in her stomach and nuzzled her soft, fragrant belly.
Jiang Hanxi could tell that Wang Feng was trying his best to reassure her, and she couldn't help but feel a little happy.
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