My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 494 - 332 Enjoying the Moon, Flowers, and Green Plums_2

Chapter 494: Chapter 332 Enjoying the Moon, Flowers, and Green Plums_2

Someone felt warm inside.

Sometimes, the most heartwarming thing when two people are together isn’t the everyday intimacy that couples share, but discovering the small, silent gestures the other has made.

Behind these small acts were three words written all over.

Caring for you.

Zhao Rong touched the Sumeru Object inside his sleeve, then let go of it.

He didn’t bring any alcohol.

Well, even if he had brought some, he probably couldn’t drink it now because there was a little girl beside him who despised his drinking.

To this day, Zhao Rong could still hear Qian’er’s occasional complaints about her "Uncle Bai," who had given him alcohol on their wedding night...

As Zhao Rong chuckled to himself.

Zhao Qian’er looked back at him then turned around.

Her petite body was crouched, squatting in front of Zhao Rong.

The latter sat on the eaves, so their height difference wasn’t too apparent.

Squatting, Zhao Qian’er propped her chin with her left hand and held a small flower with her right, extending it in front of Zhao Rong.

She tilted her head, eyes curving into crescents, and gave him a look.

Zhao Rong took the Purple-clothed Flower and examined the hasty bun Zhao Qian’er had tied.

He found a suitable spot and threaded the little flower into her hair.

Zhao Qian’er nodded in satisfaction and suddenly said, "Don’t move."

Zhao Rong was slightly startled.

At one end of the rooftop, they looked at each other across the space.

Zhao Qian’er withdrew the hand propping her chin, and her little head suddenly leaned forward.

As a result, Zhao Rong’s eyes reflected a small face that grew larger as it approached him with a pleasant fragrance.

He instinctively prepared to lean back, but when Qian’er wrinkled her nose, Zhao Rong gave up, though he asked, "Cough cough, what are you doing?"

"Looking at the mirror, to see if you’ve put it in properly~"

Zhao Qian’er declared confidently.

Her large peach blossom eyes gazed into Zhao Rong’s.

Their eyes reflected each other’s faces, so close they could almost touch.

Their breaths mingled at the tip of each other’s noses.

A small ripple spread through Zhao Rong’s heart.

"Don’t move, okay? Let me look again. Mmm, Rong’er, where are you looking? Stop looking down there, keep your eyes still, look at the little flower in my hair..."

Zhao Qian’er instructed, her little frame seemingly unsteady. Unabashed, she stretched out her hands to brace herself on Zhao Rong’s chest, her face coming even closer to his.

Zhao Rong was in a dilemma, so he slowly leaned back.

However, as Qian’er used the excuse of using his eyes as a dressing mirror to rest on him, her delicate body also leaned forward as Zhao Rong leaned back.

Thus, in this small corner of the rooftop, such a scene unfolded.

Zhao Rong leaned back, his hands propping up the green tiles behind him, gradually laying back flat, while Qian’er ’pressed’ on top of him, her little chest almost touching his.

Zhao Qian’er seemed to be pushing Zhao Rong down and holding him there.

Man below, woman on top...

Zhao Rong felt something was off but couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.

Zhao Qian’er stared into his eyes and suddenly blew a gentle puff of fragrant air, her breath as sweet as orchids.

Zhao Rong felt a tickle at the tip of his nose, and even more so at his chest where her delicate fingers kept pressing softly...

"Rong’er..."

At this moment, Qian’er’s voice was tender and soft, with a cute nasality, soft and sticky.

Very pleasing to the ear, making one... want to swallow it.

"...Does... does Qian’er look pretty?"

The evening breeze, which had been boisterous just a second ago, seemed to have softened.

Zhao Rong felt that the air had quieted down at this moment.

The ’beautiful’ she asked about, was it that ’beautiful’?

Zhao Qian’er’s eyes sparkled, waiting for someone’s answer, and at the same time, whether intentionally or not, her delicate chin lifted slightly, her pouty pink lips drawing closer to the expectant mouth awaiting a suitable response.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips in silence.

Locking eyes with the watery eyed little girl, reminiscent of crisp bok choy.

The next second, he nodded directly, "Of course it’s beautiful. Whoever wears the Purple-clothed Flower looks good, Qian’er also looks good with it on, but the one who looks best wearing it, needless to say, is definitely my wife".

Zhao Rong nodded, his tone serious, "I bought two Purple-clothed Flowers, later I’ll let Qing Jun try one on too. Eh, why hasn’t the missus finished bathing yet?"

He said this and decisively turned his head to look back.

Indeed, Qing Jun was standing not far behind, quietly rooted to the spot.

It seemed she was waiting for the awkwardly positioned Zhao Rong and Qian’er to finish their interaction.

"Qing Jun."

Zhao Rong muttered to himself, though his face showed a slightly startled expression, "Wife!"

He turned his head to the dazed little Qian’er with her mouth slightly open and helplessly said, "Qian’er, stop making trouble. If you’ve looked enough in the mirror, come down quickly."

The little girl, who was making such flirtatious moves for the first time, had her cheeks flushed, but she was still not ready to give up and wanted to cause more mischief.

But in an instant, Zhao Rong moved.

He rose swiftly and at the same time picked up Zhao Qian’er, who had been lying on top of him, putting an end to their awkward positioning.

Zhao Rong, leaving behind Qian’er with a look of slight grievance, turned and ran to Lingfei’s side.

There, the missus stood post-bath, clad in an elegant lotus green chest-high ruqun, her sash fluttering in the evening breeze on the rooftop.

The cool moonlight fell on her equally cool and stunning face, adding an ethereal charm.

Yet this woman, who should seem as if she were a celestial fairy of the Moon Palace untouched by worldly concerns, her face calm, spoke with a tone that grounded her in the mortal world.

"Rong’er, did I interrupt you and Qian’er? If so, I’ll go down first."

Before coming up to the rooftop, Lingfei, for the sake of a certain someone and because she intended only for him to see at night, had specially not done up her hair like a married woman would but left it loose, reaching down to her waist and fluttering with her skirt.

At this moment, for that same someone, and smelling delightfully fresh from her bath, she lifted her hair, brushing it behind her ear, and without waiting for Zhao Rong’s reply, turned to leave.

Zhao Rong, not willing to let his wife go, stretched out his hand to pull hers, drawing her back toward him.

He stepped forward, bringing the foolish missus into his embrace, raised his hand and inserted the other Purple-clothed Flower behind her ear.

Zhao Rong hugged Qing Jun close, burying her pretty face into the left side of his chest, and gently shook her, "Little vinegar jar, you’re not allowed to leave."

He paused, then repeated, "You’re not allowed to leave."

Zhao Rong offered no further explanation, his left hand intertwined with Lingfei’s fingers.

At that moment, Zhao Qian also walked up, biting her lip, caught hold of her young mistress’s other hand, and nestled into her embrace.

She pouted, "Spoilsport... Have you forgotten the promise we made when we were kids, to always stay together? Hmph, even teasing Rong’er is not allowed, alright, alright, I won’t tease him anymore, don’t be jealous."

You call that teasing?

A slight twitch appeared on the corner of Zhao Rong’s mouth, but he remained silent.

Lingfei, with her face buried into Zhao Rong’s chest, raised her head and glared at Qian’er, unable to resist retorting, "I... I wasn’t jealous, I meant what I said. If I was disturbing you, just tell me..."

Zhao Qian looked at her, her face clearly showing disbelief.

"Naughty girl, asking for trouble."

Lingfei raised the hand that Zhao Rong was holding, and together, they reached out to knock on the mischievous girl’s head.

Zhao Rong, watching Qing Jun in his arms, laughed.

For a moment, the three childhood friends found themselves frolicking under the moon once again.

Before long,

the trio took their seats back under the eaves, bathing in the evening breeze together, enjoying the moon and having heart-to-hearts...

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