"These women have sharper noses than each other..."

At the gate of Dongli Cottage, a young Confucian scholar muttered something and sighed softly.

The next moment, Zhao Rong walked to the clothes rack without delay, put away the pink clothes, then returned to the house, opened the west window and skylight to ventilate, then tidied up a little and went to boil some hot water.

Not long after, Zhao Rong hurriedly finished his bath behind the screen, washing away the scent of a certain little fox demon. At the same time, he deliberately did not use soap, spices, etc., just a simple wash.

He changed into a clean, odorless white shirt and dried his wet hair.

Then, Zhao Rong suddenly lay down on the ground and did push-ups.

Let’s start with a small goal: 500 push-ups.

After he finished, his martial arts physique finally broke into a sweat...

After finishing all these things and erasing most of the traces in the house, Zhao Rong looked around the house and seemed to feel that there were no obvious flaws. He nodded slightly and strolled to the bookshelf.

Through the west window, Zhao Rong glanced at the quiet courtyard door, and then looked in the direction of a little fox demon who had been settled.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and slowly organized the bookshelf.

As a result, in less than ten breaths, the courtyard door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall and graceful figure rushed in.

Qingjun has indeed returned...

…

"I missed you."

At this moment, facing Rong Erge's gentle voice in her ears, Zhao Lingfei did not speak, her eyes slightly rolled up, and she looked at him quietly.

The meaning is probably...husband, please stop making trouble.

Zhao Rong understood, restrained his smile, and became serious. He put his arm around her and walked to the rocking chair next to the desk and sat down.

Someone lowered his eyes to glance at his legs, then winked at Concubine Zhao Ling who was standing in front of him.

This beautiful and spiritual woman with autumn eyes had a slightly red face. She lowered her head like a white swan and bent down to sit on his lap.

Her tall and graceful body leaned back, pressed against Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong was at the back and Concubine Zhao Ling was at the front.

The two of them embraced each other, he hugged her from behind, she turned her head, her autumn eyes never leaving her husband's face.

They maintained such an intimate and embarrassing posture. Zhao Rong kicked the ground with his feet and gently rocked the rocking chair.

Well, holding the slender waist of a girl with rosy cheeks and autumn eyes, and shaking it in the autumn sunshine... the movements are inevitably a bit big.

Zhao Rong repeated to his wife the reason for his return that he had told his two good friends before, and also briefly mentioned the matter of Dali.

After digesting for a while, Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head slightly, allowing him to do what his naughty pig's hoof did. She pressed her pretty left face against his strong chest, listening to the strong beating of his heart. At the same time, she shrugged her pointed nose.

It seemed as if it sniffed something.

Zhao Rong pretended to sigh, "I just came back not long ago. Hmm, do you smell like sweat? What? Do you dislike your husband?"

He said and smiled.

Zhao Lingfei shook her head seriously, "How could I dislike you?"

Her clean and fair face continued to cling to him, but the next moment she suddenly asked, "Who dried the quilt outside?"

Zhao Rong hugged his wife, rocking in the rocking chair, and said casually: "I just came in and wanted to take a rest. I found that the bedding was a little damp. I didn't know if it was moldy, so I took it out to dry in the sun. Hey, it's strange. My room faces the sun, so it shouldn't be damp..."

Zhao Lingfei, who was listening carefully, seemed to remember something and lowered her head a little embarrassedly. "I washed it for you yesterday, and then Yushu and the others helped me collect it at night. Maybe it was taken back because it was not dried yet, or maybe I forgot to collect the quilt, and Yushu and the others collected it late, so it was damp..."

The words of the confused autumn-eyed girl, who was a little confused about housework, contained some small complaints about her own carelessness.

"It's okay." Zhao Rong shook his head and reached out to pat her slender waist.

He suddenly leaned close to her ear, bit Zhao Lingfei's rosy earlobe and said, "Thank you, my lady. You are so kind."

Zhao Lingfei smiled sweetly, but gradually she felt something was wrong.

Sure enough, next, Zhao Rong used practical actions to "thank" his virtuous wife.

"You...you..." Zhao Lingfei, who was sitting on the lap of a bad guy, turned around and glared at him.

"What's wrong with me?" Zhao Rong grinned... But the most important thing now is to divert his wife's attention.

Once Qingjun gets emotional, he will turn into a little confused...

"You...you...take care of yourself." Zhao Lingfei nudged him lightly with her elbow.

Zhao Rong suddenly smiled and did not comment on what she hinted at.

However, Concubine Zhao Ling, who had her back to him, did not see it.

"Take care of yourself? Okay, let's take care of each other." Zhao Rong said seriously...

Soon, the couple, who had been so shamelessly affectionate in broad daylight, began to sweat. Even though one of them had a warrior physique that surpassed that of an ordinary person, and the other had a fairy body that was as cold as ice and as fine as jade, and was cool and sweat-free.

Although this was just a simple act of affection, the two of them missed each other very much after being apart for ten days. How could the body resist the psychological emotion...

Zhao Rong went to wipe the thin layer of sweat off Zhao Lingfei's red forehead. Seeing that the pure and innocent fairy had been made to look so embarrassed by him that she was even sweating, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment...

The sense of conquest and pride that comes with it is probably something that all men will be obsessed with and go crazy about...

Half an incense stick later, a beautiful woman with rosy cheeks, weak legs and autumn eyes hurriedly escaped from the rocking chair that someone was using as a backrest. She covered her chest with her delicate hands, exhaled a fragrant breeze violently, and turned around to run.

But Zhao Rong would never let her go easily. He moved with extraordinary agility, reached out his hand, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms.

Then the beauty was in his arms again.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and saw a beautiful woman who was sweating and panting slightly. She had a rosy face, her skin was covered with green water, and her skin was fragrant and tender, showing through the red gauze.

Qingjun is so beautiful like this.

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't know why her husband was so sexually excited after he came back, she just thought that he missed her very much after being away for so many days.

At the moment, her heart was as sweet as honey, but she was really shy, so she said softly: "Why don't you take a shower first? I'm sweating a lot."

Zhao Rong thought about it and said seriously: "Won't you still sweat after a while?"

Concubine Zhao Ling was speechless.

Zhao Rong suddenly nodded, "I understand. My wife is really good at playing and caring for her husband. Wait, I'll go get the clothes, you go boil water and prepare the things, we'll wash together, and by the way, we can study the back scrubbing technique..."

Zhao Lingfei: “…”

Brother Rong'er, you...you've had enough...

Concubine Zhao Ling wanted to run away, but was subdued by the overbearing scholar Zhao Ziyu through coercion and inducement.

soon.

After a certain autumn-eyed woman nodded with a blushing face, Zhao Rong walked towards the bookcase with ease and started looking for the second set of clothes for the day.

Concubine Zhao Ling straightened her long black hair and stood up to prepare some water.

At a certain moment, the young scholar casually pulled out a familiar long gown from the suitcase and turned to leave. However, at this moment, something pink slipped out of the folded gown.

The pink silk fabric fell gently to the ground.

At the same time, it also attracted the attention of two people who were about to take a bath together in the house.

This is……

Concubine Zhao Ling, whose pretty face was still slightly flushed, lowered her head and looked at him for a while.

She asked softly, "Whose bellyband is this?"

"..."Zhao Rong.