Capítulo 969: Chapter 570: One Embrace, Three Beauties (Part 2)
It’s like a long-dried pond once again introduced to fresh water.
At this moment, as if sensing something, the three women suddenly turned their heads, their beautiful eyes wide as they looked towards the deep, dark pathway where a swing appeared.
In that darkness, a young scholar in white, adorned with a jade crown, walked over with a smile.
He held a delicate jade gourd in one hand and rested the other on the new scabbard at his waist.
Behind him, a man entirely clad in green carrying a sword followed.
However, at this moment, the three women’s attention was clearly not on the latter; the old bystander was used to this.
“Husband!”
“Ziyu!”
“Brother Rong!”
The three women almost simultaneously exclaimed with joy, tears of happiness welling up as they rushed towards Zhao Rong, who was ten steps away.
However, as the three women rushed several steps forward, a rather awkward situation occurred.
Zhao Rong, who was smiling with open arms to greet them, well, he only had one embrace.
Yet there were three women rushing almost simultaneously.
A certain long-established ‘bystander’ had the clearest view at this moment.
Li Bai stood behind Zhao Rong, and from this angle, he quickly noticed the ‘slight’ change in positioning among the three women after they had taken a few steps.
First was Zhu Yourong, who was closest to Zhao Rong since she was already positioned to the side and slightly ahead of Zhao Lingfei and Little Qian’er.
At the moment Zhao Rong appeared, Zhu Yourong turned around, and he was less than ten steps away from her.
However, in his view, the serene, snow-eyed woman first widened her eyes and took a deep breath of joy, becoming a fervent tidal wave, then, unable to contain herself, she rushed towards Zhao Rong, causing the earth to quake. However, after taking three steps, her stride suddenly slowed significantly but immediately she continued towards Zhao Rong.
Yet this time, her momentum only lasted two steps before her pace gradually slowed again.
She didn’t speed up again; yes, the ensuing two sudden stops caused another swell and crash, but unfortunately, Zhu Yourong didn’t continue forward to bring any more pressing challenges for someone.
As a result, Zhao Lingfei and Little Qian’er, who were a few steps behind, directly sped past her without even looking at her, racing directly into Zhao Rong’s embrace.
Additionally, after surpassing Zhu Yourong along with her mistress, Little Qian’er’s joyful, tear-streaked face showed a hint of hesitation.
The girl first turned to look at her mistress, whose joy matched her own, then at Rong brother in his spotless white attire, whose smile was as clean as his embrace.
Little Qian’er quietly slowed her pace, shifting from running to walking.
This allowed Zhao Lingfei to immediately distance herself.
Little Qian’er pursed her lips and glanced down at the bloodstain on her body – still tightly holding onto her severed arm – she lightly sniffed, her lips still wearing a smile.
And just then, Little Qian’er seemed to realize something as well, like the Zhu lady whom she and her mistress had ‘effortlessly’ overtaken, might also be…
The girl holding the severed arm sidestepped, casting a glance at the slowly walking snow-eyed lady behind her.
As if to say… smart move.
Zhu Yourong’s gaze was locked on the girl who had reached Zhao Rong behind her, unwavering, as if she hadn’t noticed Little Qian’er’s impolite and slightly provocative glance.
Having calmed down, she merely watched him.
Zhao Rong had already started to regret instinctively opening his arms upon realizing Zhao Lingfei, Zhu Yourong, and Little Qian’er were all rushing toward him.
In his fluster, he had begun to consider whether he could catch all three of them, especially given one was of a larger size.
However fortunately, the three women quickly reached a tacit understanding in distinguishing their ranks and priorities, which seemed to save him quite a bit of trouble.
Yet, after seeing the small actions of the three, Zhao Rong’s heart sank; something felt amiss.
Why did it seem… the atmosphere between Qingjun Qian’er and Yourong was a little off? Didn’t they still show courtesy and respect during the meal at Summer Insect Pavilion?
Before Zhao Rong could think more, Zhao Lingfei had already launched herself into his embrace like a swallow returning to the forest.
“Husband… Husband, Husband!”
Zhao Lingfei buried her delicate face deeply into the man’s chest, not letting him see her vulnerable and helpless expression, yet her whispers grew increasingly emotional.
The woman clung tightly to her husband, as if wanting to meld herself into Zhao Rong’s body, never to part again.
Zhao Rong stood there in a daze, feeling the soft warmth filling his chest, he firmly closed his arms, tightly holding his legally wed sword-immortal wife.
He lowered his head, buried in her fragrant hair, deeply inhaling the scent of her hair and gently kissing it.
“Wife… wife, wife!”
Zhao Rong called her with a smile, lips brushed with her silky hair.
He was Ziyu, she was Qingjun.
The bamboo horse married the green plum, longing for each other forevermore.
They’ve vowed eternal fidelity, love unwavering through this life.
Around them, Zhu Yourong, Little Qian’er, and the invisible man Li Bai quietly watched this heavenly pair.
Their heights perfectly matched too.
Alternating just right.
When Zhao Rong bowed his head, he could bite her ear.
When Zhao Lingfei raised her head, she could taste his lips.
At this moment, while cuddling his wife tenderly, Zhao Rong felt a slight pang in his chest, realizing that it was Zhao Lingfei, overwhelmed by emotion, who had secretly bitten him.
The woman seemed to feel a surreal sense of unreality with her husband appearing intact before her.
Zhao Rong: “…”
Darn it, silly wife, if you feel like you’re dreaming, let me bite you, why are you biting me?
With a knowing smile, Zhao Rong playfully buried his head in her smooth neck, nibbling on a delicate earlobe, “Mmm wife, husband just got bitten by a little kitty, such sharp teeth.”
Zhao Lingfei, nestled in his arms, softly nudged the spot where she had bitten him with her fair nose.
Embarrassed, she tried to nibble his ‘annoying, teasing’ lips, only to be met with Zhao Rong’s playful gaze and teasing blink, causing her to immediately close her slightly open mouth.
There were others around, it wasn’t the privacy of their room.
In front of others, Zhao Lingfei was always calm and aloof, though in front of her husband, she melted all her icy demeanor into spring water just for him to taste, but she remained thin-skinned.
She couldn’t really stand on tiptoe to bite this infuriating rascal who loved teasing her.
With her hair slightly disheveled, flushed like a peach, Zhao Lingfei lifted her pretty face, glancing upward with her autumn eyes, her eyebrows filled with playful chastisement and shyness at Zhao Rong.
Seeing Zhao Rong purse his lips, with his lips still containing strands of her dark hair, he didn’t seem to mind but instead blinked at her, making little gestures.
Having no way to bite or hit him, Zhao Lingfei could only lower her head lamentably, burying her face into Zhao Rong’s chest once again.
This time, like a little piglet rutting through his chest, occasionally sneaking little kitten-like nibbles on him, hidden from others’ sight.
Zhao Rong could only helplessly indulge his embarrassed and mischievous wife, tightening his hold around her.
He knew that the more Qingjun clung to him, teased him, and was unruly and unreasonable, the more terrified and despondent she had been when his fate was unknown… Ever so composed and dignified in front of others, she had rarely let her emotions show like this.
Reflecting on this, Zhao Rong pursed his lips again, whispering softly in her ear, “Alright… husband’s back now, next time I’ll let you tie a string between us, so we’re never apart…”
“Hmph.” The tall, soft woman causing a ruckus in his embrace calmed down, no longer hassling him.
Comforted, Zhao Rong smiled, gently stroking her beautiful curved shoulders and soft back, holding Qingjun, swaying together in comfort.
The two enjoyed a moment of peaceful silence.
“Ahem okay…” Zhao Rong patted Qingjun’s supple waist with his big hand.
She, understanding, released her embrace, switching to an affectionate hold, temporarily ‘sharing’ her husband.
With her waist encircled by Zhao Rong’s arm, he turned to face the others…
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