After resting for a while after dinner, Hua Qingcheng got some water and went back to her room, but actually went back to the villa.
Hua Qingcheng drank a whole bottle of mineral water before entering the bathroom to take a shower. Her second husband was truly terrifying. His cooking skills were comparable to Fat Tiger's singing, and even more terrifying.
After taking a shower and drying her hair, seeing that it was still early, Hua Qingcheng went to the tree in the front yard to enjoy the cool air.
Suddenly, a tall, slender white figure approached from a short distance. Under the hazy moonlight, Mu Lige, dressed in white, strolled leisurely. Her broad sleeves fluttered in the wind, and her long, flowing black hair cascaded down her back, glittering gracefully in the breeze. Hua Qingcheng felt as if she were witnessing a banished immortal, fallen into the mortal realm.
"Wife, what's wrong with you?"
Looking at Hua Qingcheng who was staring at him in a daze, Mu Lige asked in confusion.
"No, nothing. This white robe suits you quite well."
Hua Qingcheng felt her heart pounding for some unknown reason. She also inexplicably sensed a hint of danger. She had repeatedly lost her composure in front of this doctor, even stuttering when she spoke. This had never happened in her previous life.
"This is also because you have good taste in selection, my wife."
Hearing his wife praising him, Mu Lige gave Hua Qingcheng a warm smile.
Immersed in that gentle smile like the sunshine and breeze, Hua Qingcheng seemed to see the beautiful flowers blooming in spring, taste the coolness of the gurgling spring water in summer, smell the fragrance of the abundant fruits in autumn, and seem to touch the ice and snow magically melting in winter.
"Mu Lige!"
Looking at the handsome figure walking in front of her, Hua Qingcheng stood on tiptoe, hooked her hands around his neck, raised her head and kissed his sharp lips, gentle and affectionate.
The sudden warm touch and the sweet taste like fine wine made Mu Lige feel as if countless colorful fireworks suddenly bloomed in his mind.
One hand wrapped around the woman's slender waist, the other around her shoulders. Mu Lige leaned over and used his tongue to pry open her teeth, exploring the sweet saliva in her mouth and deepening the kiss. Hua Qingcheng, having received the response, was like a flood that had been released from the dam, unable to be stopped. She clumsily but domineeringly bit his lips and tongue.
Under the clear night sky, the bright moonlight casts a beautiful hazy veil over the pristine courtyard. A gentle evening breeze rustles petals from the crabapple tree, and two figures embrace each other, constantly seeking the sweetness of each other's mouths.
The two were immersed in each other's world, and time seemed to stand still until a voice rang out.
"Wife, brother, what are you doing?"
Then three handsome figures appeared in front.
Situ Ye, dressed in a dark robe, has an extraordinary bearing, and his masculine handsomeness is accompanied by a bit of arrogance and coldness; Han Yichen, dressed in a green robe, looks even more handsome and elegant; and Yu Xiaotian, dressed in a blue robe, is also very fresh and handsome, even better than Xu Gong in the north of the city.
Hua Qingcheng and Mu Lige, who were suddenly interrupted, hurriedly let go of each other, but their slightly swollen lips were still telling of the beauty that had just happened.
"No, nothing. This dress looks pretty good on you."
Hua Qingcheng's heart was still beating violently at this moment. Looking at the other three husbands who suddenly appeared, she felt a little guilty, as if she had been caught doing something bad.
"Yes, my wife, we like the style and color you picked."
After Yu Xiaotian finished speaking, he walked around Hua Qingcheng, touching here and looking there, unable to let go.
"Yeah, not bad, very good, very good."
Hua Qingcheng said embarrassedly.
Han Yichen glanced speechlessly at his tactless fourth brother. Just now, his wife and eldest brother were clearly... clearly moved.
Situ Ye looked at the two people's slightly embarrassed expressions, and felt a little sad. He had just finished bathing and changed into new clothes, also wanting to show his wife, but it seemed... as if he was a little redundant.
What she feared most was the awkward pause in the air. Hua Qingcheng felt a little dizzy. The four husbands suddenly seemed to have become eight, sixteen, thirty-two... countless. Looking at the increasing number of husbands, Hua Qingcheng could only say with a forced smile, "You, you all... are all very handsome!"
Then Hua Qingcheng's noses started bleeding, her eyes rolled back and she fainted. She was then caught and carried up by Situ Ye who was quick-eyed and quick-handed.
"Master Wife!"
The four husbands called out in unison, but received no response.
"Take her back to the room first."
The four of them pushed open the door of Hua Qingcheng's bedroom, and Han Yichen signaled Situ Ye to put her on the bed.
"Xiaotian, go get a basin of warm water."
After Mu Lige gave Yu Xiaotian instructions, he came to the bedside, took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the blood off Hua Qingcheng's face.
"Third brother, how is my wife?"
After Situ Ye put Hua Qingcheng down, he stood by the bed and watched over her.
Han Yichen felt Hua Qingcheng's pulse for a moment, his narrow, almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly. He then flipped her eyelids, pinched open her mouth, and examined her. Finally, he lifted her head and examined the back of her head.
"Nothing serious. My wife was in good health to begin with, but she's over-supplemented herself and ate hallucinogenic mushrooms. She also came into contact with water before her head injury healed, so some evil spirits invaded her."
Han Yichen returned to his room and brought his medicine box. Hua Qingcheng's head wound had healed, so no more medicine was needed. Han Yichen fed her a pill to clear away evil spirits. He then produced a pair of golden needles, removed Hua Qingcheng's outer garment, and inserted them into her. He flicked the needles gently, and after a moment, Han Yichen removed the needles and helped Hua Qingcheng put her clothes back on.
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