coobybook Chapter 467 Delusion
Chapter 467 Delusion
“Delusion.” His eyes curved, and the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, making him incredibly charming.
"Husband... um..."
I pushed against his shoulder, but I couldn't move him much.
She let his slightly cool lips land on her cheek, between her lips and her neck.
"If my wife still wants to stay in bed, I don't mind spending the whole day playing games with you."
The voice was deep and husky, with a hint of mockery in it.
Zhongli Yuelu wrinkled her nose, wrapped the quilt around herself, and looked like a rice dumpling.
"My clothes are all dirty from yesterday, what am I supposed to wear today?"
Seemingly anticipating Zhongli Yueluo's response, the clothes had already been folded and placed nearby.
"My lady looks beautiful in her pomegranate red dress, so may she wear that today?"
He was so attentive that he wiped her face clean with a damp towel and styled her hair into a rather cute bun.
A gradient-colored ribbon was tied behind her head, and Zhongli Yueluo touched the red mark on her neck.
"My dear husband, you must be gentler next time."
Su Fengjun intentionally or unintentionally rolled up his sleeve, revealing that his forearm was covered in Zhongli Yueluo's teeth marks.
"Then how do you explain these women? Is it pain, or..."
"Ugh!" she said angrily, hands on her hips, then sniffed.
It was as if a fragrance was wafting into my nose, the smell of steaming hot vapor.
"Was it really steamed buns for breakfast this morning?"
"Didn't you want to eat tender bamboo shoot tips? Then I'll grant your request, my wife."
Zhongli Yueluo pursed her lips, suppressing a smile, her dimples appearing and disappearing on her cheeks.
"Can we eat it tonight too?"
She took his hand, their bodies pressed very close, and his hand could feel her softness.
But I saw his brows furrowed, thinking of the bright red stains on the sheets and the swollen appearance; he must be in excruciating pain.
He then firmly and righteously refused: "No."
"Why?" she muttered, tugging at his clothes.
"You're not better yet, you can't, wait until you've rested... then we'll talk..."
The sounds behind grew fainter and fainter, like the buzzing of mosquitoes and flies.
Zhongli tiptoed and kissed his cheek: "Then tonight we'll each have to rely on our own abilities."
Then, as he jumped around, he found his lower back was sore and weak, so he turned around and leaned on the door frame for support.
Su Fengjun bit her lip; she had indeed used a bit too much force.
"My lady, I didn't control my strength well the first time. I will definitely pay more attention to the amount next time."
"When is the next time?"
Zhongli Yueluo, supporting her waist, winked at him with one eye.
"You, you..." Su Fengjun's cheeks flushed red, but she still stepped forward to help Zhongli Yueluo up.
After taking a few steps, they went to the kitchen together.
The steaming hot buns had just been steamed, and when the lid was lifted, a wonderful aroma wafted straight into one's heart.
Zhongli Yueluo sat at the table like a well-behaved child, holding chopsticks in her hand.
Waiting for Su Fengjun to feed them, Su Fengjun brought two small dishes to the table.
Then came two steamers of steamed buns and two bowls of hot porridge.
This was the life he had always dreamed of: the two of them eating simple meals, spending afternoons in the fields, fishing and playing...
Zhongli Yueluo used chopsticks to pick up a bun, placed it on a plate, and broke it open; it really was a fresh and tender bamboo shoot.
I put it in my mouth and chewed it; it was a little hot. I exhaled two breaths of hot air, "Whoosh...whoosh."
"My lady, please slow down."
Su Fengjun casually picked up a steamed bun, took a bite, and found it tasted good.
After finishing her meal, the sun came out, and Zhongli Yueluo went to lie down on the bamboo chair under the tree.
Watching Su Fengjun clear the dishes and tend to the flower garden, he hardly resembled the famous young lord of the Wind Spirit Ghost Clan.
He was practically a cook.
"My lord, I think that flower is beautiful, may I pick it?"
She sat motionless on the stool, directing with her fingers.
Su Fengjun pointed to another flower, but Zhongli Yueluo shook her head.
Then his finger slid to the Zhongli Yueluo flower next to him, but he still shook his head.
He wasn't angry; he walked over to her and reached out to help her up.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to the flowerbed.
He whispered in her ear, "I don't know which flower my wife likes. Could you point it out to me?"
Zhongli Yueluo's fingertip pointed to a small pink and white flower in the center of the flowerbed, still covered with dew.
Su Fengjun simply pointed, and the object flew into his hand.
He gently placed it in her hair bun and kissed her forehead.
She pinched his cheek, and he grabbed her hand and placed it in his palm.
It felt a little cool, so I held her hands with both of mine.
The two of them eventually sat on the bamboo chairs, with Zhongli Yueluo sitting on Su Fengjun's lap and her arms around his neck.
She hummed a little tune as she leaned against his chest.
Sunlight filtered through the trees, dappling his face and making him feel quite content.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I don't know how much time had passed, but the sun was already high in the sky.
Su Fengjun asked Zhongli Yueluo in her ear, "My wife, what would you like to eat for lunch?"
"How about we go for a walk by the river? Hmm? Let me think about what I can make for you tonight?"
"I don't know what we'll eat for lunch, but I know exactly what we'll eat for dinner."
She didn't look up, but murmured softly against his chest, her fingers still tracing circles along his collarbone.
"What would you like to eat, my wife, tonight?"
Su Fengjun was still too naive, asking the question with a straight face, his eyes sparkling as he eagerly awaited Zhongli Yueluo's answer.
"Put your ear closer, and I'll tell you."
Su Fengjun tilted his head and put his ear close to Zhongli Yueluo's mouth.
The smack amplified infinitely in his ear, making his mind buzz.
"Tonight, I'll eat tender, pink bamboo shoot tips, and...someone."
His blood rushed to his head instantly, his ears turned bright red, and his cheeks flushed; he couldn't take any more teasing.
Too innocent.
"Wife, if you keep saying that, I'm going to do something bad."
His eyes were narrowed, and the love within them overflowed.
He wrapped his arm around Zhongli Yueluo's waist, pulled her close, and kissed her cheek.
"This is considered punishment for my wife; she must not talk about these things outside."
Zhongli Yueluo, however, tiptoed and shamelessly pressed her face even closer.
“I don’t think the punishment just now was enough. How about we go inside and talk it over?”
"Miss..."
As if to make a move, Zhongli Yueluo was really going to lead Su Fengjun inside, but Su Fengjun grabbed her and pulled her out of the courtyard.
He held her hand tightly, his palms sweating, but he wouldn't let go.
"Alright, alright, I won't say anymore, okay? Husband, sigh... Husband, please slow down."
Su Fengjun walked quite fast ahead, and Zhongli Yueluo kept up quickly.
The bamboo root grew just right, hooking Zhongli Yueluo's foot, and she fell into Su Fengjun's arms.
She pointed innocently at the bamboo root: "This time it wasn't me, it was it!"
"Even if it's my wife, I won't be angry. Whenever you rush towards me, I will catch you."
Her eyes lit up, she steadied herself, grabbed his sleeve, and her heart pounded.