Zhao Rong recognized who the pink bellyband belonged to at first sight.

After all, I often picked it up and wiped it after finishing the work.

A certain silly girl seemed to think that he liked this, so she foolishly liked to wear it too...

However, now it actually fell out of his clothes. Considering that a little fox demon had stayed here last night, the answer to who did it was obvious to Zhao Rong.

Although he had solved the case in seconds, at this moment, his situation was even more serious than social death.

After a conspicuous piece of pink silk fabric appeared under someone's feet, the room fell into deathly silence.

The woman with autumn eyes, who was about to take a bath with Zhao Rong, stopped where she was, lowered her eyes, and stared intently at Su Xiaoxiao's pink bellyband.

After asking gently, she waited quietly without looking up at Zhao Rong's expression.

However, less than three breaths passed after Zhao Lingfei finished speaking.

In a flash, Zhao Rong squatted down, picked up the pink bellyband, raised his hand to his nose, sniffed it as if nothing had happened, and then smiled lightly.

He smiled, walked straight to Qingjun, quietly placed the pink bellyband in the hand of the lady whose beautiful eyes were gradually opening, and winked at her.

All this happened silently, without any words exchanged between the two, but Zhao Rong's meaning was obvious.

Seeing her husband's blatant action, the suspicion in Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes was immediately replaced by complex expressions of shame, anger, and disbelief.

It seemed as if he was afraid that his wife was too clumsy to understand his meaning and good intentions.

Zhao Rong nodded to her, then lowered his head to Zhao Lingfei's ear and whispered softly:

"Try."

When Concubine Zhao Lingfei was whispering in Zhao Rong's ears, her ears, which were already very red, suddenly became even redder as if covered with a layer of morning glow, and the red became even deeper, so bright and tempting.

The next second, her slender fingers touched the pink bellyband and she shrank back in fear as if she had touched a red-hot iron.

However, Zhao Rong chuckled, and stretched out his hand relentlessly, and took the initiative to stuff the pink bellyband into Zhao Lingfei's hand, and then patted her perky jade thighs under her white clothes, "Be obedient, Qingjun."

He smiled a little wickedly.

This wonderful thing between husband and wife in the boudoir made Concubine Zhao Lingfei very embarrassed. Facing Rong Erge who added fun to the mandarin duck bath, she stared at him with her autumn eyes for a while, then looked at the bellyband in her hands shyly, her white hands trembling slightly. If Rong Erge had not come back with great difficulty and supervised her with great interest, she would have wanted to throw it away.

Brother Rong'er is really going too far. He only thinks about these dirty things all day long, and thinks of ways to abuse her... Now he even buys her underwear... She... She has mysophobia... If she hadn't met this extremely bastard childhood sweetheart, how could Zhao Lingfei's ten jade fingers touch the water of spring and the romantic things, let alone the tiring work of washing bedding, let alone the dirty things of men...

However, now, in order to make her lover happy, she gave in to him again and again and did what he wanted.

Really... they are enemies from the previous life... Zhao Lingfei hated herself for not living up to her expectations and sometimes she couldn't stand up in front of him.

At this moment, Zhao Rong blinked and said considerately: "Don't worry, my lady, it is clean and scented. If you don't believe me, just smell it."

Zhao Lingfei: “…” I smell you, you big-headed ghost!

Well, it was because of the little body fragrance... Zhao Rong added in his heart.

Seeing that his wife had been diverted from the topic again and her attention had been diverted, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. But for some reason, when he thought of Qingjun wearing a small bellyband and taking a bath with him, Zhao Rong suddenly... felt something.

It feels a bit...exciting. Something is wrong. How come I am so good at playing?

Just as someone was reflecting deeply, Concubine Zhao Lingfei, who had buried her head in her chest, leaned forward and touched his chest with her head. At the same time, she gently pushed Zhao Rong who was blocking the way with her jade hand, wanting to go straight forward.

"I don't want it." She looked away and said stubbornly.

Zhao Lingfei felt that she should try a change.

"Just try it once. I prepared this for you with great difficulty. Ahem, you know how difficult it was? I was almost discovered while making this thing." Zhao Rong, who was trying to survive in a hurry, turned the tables and even put on a show, begging for sympathy in front of his wife.

"If...if you want to try, go find that naughty girl Qian'er. I don't want to..." Seeing Zhao Rong blocking the way again, Zhao Lingfei hit him.

Zhao Rong was speechless and said, "If I really try it with her first, given her personality, she will definitely show off to you about the fact that she got ahead of you. You will deny it verbally, but you will probably be sulking again. Don't blame me secretly and vent your anger on me then."

He sighed and couldn't help but complain: "I didn't know that you two have been like this since you were little."

"No blame." Concubine Zhao Ling said angrily, "Who would want to fight for such a bad thing?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows. Well, he has already given in. According to my experience, I only need to coax him three more times and he will be won over.

This is the 'darkness before dawn'. In fact, Qingjun has already softened his heart. You must not use provocation to persuade him, saying "I'll go find Qian'er and do whatever she wants". Instead, you must continue to coax him with soft words and press on to win.

He held Qingjun Lou in his arms with one hand, and covered her bare hands that were pinching her pink bellyband with the other hand, and said with a bitter face:

"Xiao Qingjun, my Xiao Qingjun. I haven't done anything wrong recently, right? Just reward your husband and satisfy him this time..."

Looking at her husband who had rarely softened, Concubine Zhao Ling's pretty face was tense, "You really didn't do anything wrong?"

"No!" Zhao Rong said righteously.

Well, it’s ‘recently’, and previous mistakes don’t count.

Concubine Zhao Ling's voice was very clear and pleasant, "That's because you were out recently, and Qian'er was with you. If this could be considered a serious matter, how can I live like this?"

"Yes, yes, my lady is right." Zhao Rong, who was a domineering husband before, suddenly turned into a tracheitis patient.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked down at the pink bellyband in her hand and asked, "Why is it this color?"

She likes the green and white colors of lotus, which Brother Ronger should know.

"Try more. The pink one... is pretty good. Try the purple, red, and black later..." Zhao Rong whispered in her ear.

The two of them were hugging each other, whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears, and rubbing their ears against each other.

Hearing her husband talking about those embarrassing things and interesting things in the boudoir, Concubine Zhao Ling couldn't help but hit and pinch him in his arms...

"This... this one is too small." Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her eyes and unfolded the small clothes of a little fox demon, her tone a little hesitant and puzzled.

Xiao... indeed a little bit, after all, although you and Xiaoxiao are both skinny, you have different body shapes, Xiaoxiao is smaller... Zhao Rong agreed, but smiled:

"It's okay. It's better to be smaller. It fits better and will show off your figure more after it gets wet."

Zhao Lingfei: “…”

Why do you know so much! ?

After Zhao Rong coaxed her with soft words for a while, he felt that he had miscalculated. Now his wife seemed a little different from usual, as if she was still suspicious of something. She was now looking down, turning the small pink bellyband over and over with her delicate hands, as if... looking for some traces.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Rong suddenly felt guilty.

No, you have to try something a little harder. Qingjun sometimes doesn’t eat soft things, only hard things.

Pah! Zhao Rong's face turned stern, and he slapped her hard, showing no mercy to her fragrant buttocks.

"Well, Brother Rong'er, you..." Concubine Zhao Ling was ashamed and angry.

Zhao Rong pinched her pointed chin and lifted it slightly. He squinted his eyes and moved closer. Then the lady looked into his eyes and threatened, "Hurry up. If you keep dawdling, I won't let you wear it when we take a bath later."

The young scholar, who had transformed into a domineering husband, suddenly leaned forward and touched the fair forehead of the beautiful woman with autumn eyes.

Bang!

He pressed his hand against her forehead again, rubbed it, and said with a sneer:

"Every time we are intimate, you insist on wearing a bellyband. Are you afraid that I don't know there is a piece of soft jade inside? Silly lady, really, what is there to hide? Your husband will not force you to take it. I have said before that I will follow your wishes at this time. It doesn't matter whether the bellyband covers it or not."

The couple had a verbal agreement before. Zhao Rong needed to reach Fuyao Realm and get Concubine Zhao Ling's approval. He also had to find the location of the white jade before he could personally take away the black jade that Concubine Zhao Ling had raised for him and complete the jade exchange ceremony.

This is also the sense of ceremony that Zhao Rong promised to give Qingjun in addition to the once-in-a-lifetime wedding chamber.

Although the two hadn't mentioned it for a long time and their feelings were now extremely strong, they still had a tacit understanding and never forgot the matter.

As for later, when the two were deeply in love, they had some more detailed agreements, such as if Zhao Rong picked the moon for her, she would nod and agree to anything he wanted, like taking jade, or agreeing to let a little fox demon enter the room?

It's just that Qingjun may have forgotten these agreements that were more like jokes, and didn't take them seriously, but someone remembered them all... and was quietly waiting for an opportunity...

At this moment, facing her husband who had accurately found the location of the black jade and fulfilled one of the three conditions, Concubine Zhao Ling blushed.

She snorted lightly, turned her face away, and opened her red lips slightly, but her tone stung her husband:

"Oh, you're blaming me. Brother Rong'er, who on earth didn't fulfill the agreed requirements? If you had fulfilled it, why would I have covered it up? Wouldn't I have been afraid that you'd just watch and feel uncomfortable? And now you're blaming me, and..."

The autumn-eyed woman paused, rolled her eyes playfully, and said with a smile: "You speak as if you are too lazy to take it..."

"Oh, you think I'm not capable of this?" Zhao Rong suddenly said.

"I didn't say that, you said it yourself. Don't find excuses to bully me again." Zhao Lingfei smiled and looked at someone who would not be able to reach the Fuyao realm in a short time.

"I can't?"

Zhao Rong nodded, feeling that his position as the younger brother of the family had been seriously challenged.

The next second, he moved like a rabbit, pounced on her with a roar, and with lightning speed, he threw Concubine Zhao Ling on the table, pressing his body tightly on her soft and delicate body.

Concubine Zhao Ling, who was smiling a little cunningly, was pressed down by her husband who seemed to be angry and embarrassed. At first, she didn't care. She used some force and was ready to bully Rong Erge, but then she was stunned.

Because he was still suppressed by Zhao Rong!

She thought she used just the right amount of force at first, but she couldn't break free. Logically, even a martial artist who had reached the highest level of martial arts would have been defeated by her.

"Brother Rong'er, you...you..." Concubine Zhao Ling stared at the young scholar with her beautiful eyes wide open, and couldn't help but think of a possibility...

"I can't?" Zhao Rong asked softly again, then he pressed the beauty with a normal expression and pushed her gently.

"Hmm~" Zhao Lingfei subconsciously called out in a nasal tone, forgetting to blush and feel embarrassed. Instead, she opened her eyes wide, feeling Zhao Rong's strength at this moment and the surging energy in his body.

She exclaimed in surprise: "Brother Rong'er, you...you have become powerful! When did it happen?"

Zhao Rong didn't answer and suddenly jumped off the table.

He had already become a martial artist at the Fuyao level a few days ago, and when he looked at the surprised woman half-leaning on the table, he felt a sense of pride.

Zhao Rong thought of the diary written by the warrior again.

Although the person who wrote the diary was not a serious person, the diary written by the unserious warrior was a serious thing, which could be of great help to the younger generation of warriors, especially the warriors who were at a bottleneck and just needed a little bit of inspiration. They just needed a chance...

At this time, at the table inside the house.

"How dare you say that your husband is incompetent?" A domineering husband narrowed his eyes.

"I...I didn't do that. You said it yourself." The timid young wife was suddenly scared and stammered.

Hearing his wife's timid tone, Zhao Rong smiled evilly.

Concubine Zhao Ling subconsciously shrank back.

At this moment, Zhao Rong moved.

He placed his left hand under her shoulder blade, his fingers under Qingjun's left armpit, and his right hand reached into the knee of her long legs, lifting up this seductive body horizontally.

"Ah!" Zhao Lingfei exclaimed. After being lifted into the air, she subconsciously stretched out her right hand to wrap around his neck and clasped her left hand with his.

Princess Zhao Rong carried her wife in her arms and strode towards the screened bathtub inside the house. On the way, her big hands did not stop, and with a crisp "slap" sound, she began to teach her wife a lesson using family rules.

The first voice. "Do you still dare to say that your husband is not good enough?"

The beauty raised her head, "I didn't say that! You said it..."

Second voice. "Hmm?"

The beautiful woman lowered her head gently, "No... I don't dare anymore. Um... be gentler."

The third one. "Louder."

"I don't dare anymore!" She buried her head deeper. "Really... I don't dare anymore."

But Zhao Rong refused to give in.

There was another crisp sound. "So, are you going to wear this bellyband or not?"

Zhao Lingfei bit her lip and said, "I can wear it. Brother Rong'er, you...you should be gentler."

She whispered softly.

Someone nodded with satisfaction, "That's almost it. Eh, excuse me, please rub it." His tone was very apologetic, so he didn't stop his hands and took advantage of his wife.

Zhao Lingfei: “…”

…

Soon, the two of them boiled water and prepared clothes.

Start with an aromatherapy bath.

The door of the north room was tightly closed, and behind the screen in the south corner of the room, bursts of warm and humid mist gradually rose, covering the bathtub, making it difficult to see clearly. There was clearly a pair of mandarin ducks, but one could only see a 'shadow' in the dim light, accompanied by the joyful splashes of water gradually rising in all directions.

The sound of water splashing is also crisp. This scene is like the early spring warm river, with mandarin ducks playing in the water.

At a certain moment, the extremely beautiful girl with autumn eyes who was bathing together had no choice but to put on that narrow and tight pink bellyband, her face flushed.

It is the husband's mission...