My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 675 - 415 Zhao Lingfei: Whose Baby Bump is This? (Part 3)_2

Chapter 675: Chapter 415 Zhao Lingfei: Whose Baby Bump is This? (Part 3)_2

When Su Xiaoxiao realized what was happening, she had already been half-pushed to the floor under the bookshelf, tightly embraced by him.

She bit her lip and tried to push Zhao Rong away with her hands, struggling fiercely.

Zhao Rong pinned her hands behind her back, holding her firmly.

But this time, the little Fox Demon was unexpectedly disobedient, not like her usual petty moods.

She rammed her forehead against Zhao Rong’s, and even in desperation, opened her mouth to bite his nose.

However, the next second, Zhao Rong made a move that Su Xiaoxiao never expected.

By the window bathed in the radiant morning sunshine, on the ground where a bookshelf leg was wobbly from being bumped, a young Confucian Scholar was half-pressing, half-holding a girl with glaring fox eyes, and he suddenly lowered his head to kiss her.

In that moment, time seemed to freeze.

Like a paused frame, Su Xiaoxiao’s expression was fixed in the previous second.

Zhao Rong kissed her forcefully.

Su Xiaoxiao trembled all over, feeling that in this lifetime, how could she have met such a nemesis, tormented to death by him.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and in the next moment, her sharp teeth bit down hard.

She bit Zhao Rong’s lips, Zhao Rong’s tongue, Zhao Rong’s teeth.

Wherever this villain bullied her.

She would bite back!

As if trying to bite back all her grievances.

However, when the little Fox Demon felt a metallic taste filling her mouth, his metallic taste,

Zhao Rong was still kissing her passionately, showing no signs of letting go, allowing her to bite wildly.

The air between the embracing pair quieted for a while.

Su Xiaoxiao bit again in anger.

Zhao Rong responded with a passionate kiss.

Fiercely kissing her.

Underneath the bookshelf, the two who had fallen to the ground were wrapped up in each other, entwining endlessly.

Time passed second by second.

During this time, Su Xiaoxiao fiercely resisted by pushing against his forehead, shoving his chest, hitting his head, and even kicking his stomach.

Yet it was all to no avail.

Zhao Rong still kissed her painfully.

Even later, he let go of her hands, still allowing Su Xiaoxiao to kick and punch him.

It seemed that as long as she was in his arms, allowing him to kiss her was enough.

This helplessness gradually made the little Fox Demon weak.

Slowly.

The little Fox Demon closed her eyes, and her struggling movements also slowly ceased.

The room grew silent.

Only their four soft lips continued an ancient ritual, conveying each other’s passionate love and the words that couldn’t be spoken aloud.

It also replaced words, like saying "I fancy you."

Sometimes, between lovers, thousands of words, numerous explanations, and great efforts are not as promising as a long kiss.

Even if a certain little Fox Demon stubbornly refused to admit it, but this was actually what she needed most at this very moment...

After Su Xiaoxiao gave up struggling, her naturally hanging hands quietly lifted at some point, beginning to embrace the scoundrel in her arms.

Only her two small hands were embracing this bully, this coercer, tighter and tighter.

Soon, below the bookshelf.

This couple, long separated, had lips swollen and numb from kissing, but Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao had no intention of letting go and breaking free.

This kiss was very long.

The two panted rapidly, their breaths hot, barely able to breathe, only able to restore some strength through the gaps of their lips while sipping honey water, then fiercely returning to the fray, starting another round of struggle.

Zhao Rong felt the iron taste from the blood flowing in the honey water seemed much less, because a certain diligent and adorable little bee was starting to mend the wounds she had created. The little bee meticulously stitched those bite marks that began to make her heart ache, like a compassionate lioness caring for the wounds of a returning lion, carefully licking and swallowing all the oozing blood.

Time quietly flowed by.

At a certain moment.

Zhao Rong noticed that the foolish girl’s complexion was slightly rosy with dampness, worried that she was out of breath, he slightly moved his head backward.

Consequently, the two cups, which had been pouring honey water into each other, separated, leaving only a thin, long strand of silver thread connecting them, hanging on the rims of both cups, unresolved like a severed lotus root fiber that still clings.

"Gently... gently," Su Xiaoxiao gasped softly with a soft and mushy tone.

Accustomed to drinking water and then studying the method of kneading dough, Zhao Rong finally realized that his actions had been somewhat careless and heavy.

He quickly withdrew his hand and gently patted her frail, thin back.

He coughed once, then suddenly leaned close to the little fox demon’s ear and whispered teasingly, "You’ve gained weight."

Being teased by him, their necks rubbing against each other, Su Xiaoxiao shyly lowered her head.

Her petite delicate body still trembled slightly, previously filled with sadness and forceful crying, and now, after the recent turmoil and Zhao Rong’s mischief, she looked utterly worn out.

Su Xiaoxiao’s adorably pinned-up hair was disheveled, and her light makeup was completely ruined from crying. Currently, her delicate nose was red, and her lips were slightly swollen and pouting, with the corners of her lips showing faint signs of blood marks from teeth.

"I... I haven’t," she whimpered.

Her appearance was frail and exhausted, her voice and body soft and mushy, curling up in Zhao Rong’s arms, she looked extremely pitiable, making one wish to meld her into oneself and cherish her deeply.

However, only Zhao Rong could see Su Xiaoxiao in such a state.

The fox demon was affectionate; some were promiscuous, while others were deeply devoted. Unfortunately, she, being the latter, would suffer this emotional pain for him alone in this lifetime, looking so haggard.

"Not gained weight? I don’t believe you. Hmm, let me check carefully..." Zhao Rong pretended to doubt, teasing her as he blinked.

But unexpectedly, Su Xiaoxiao became anxious, looking up, her small hands cupping his face, her expression aggrieved yet assertive as she said:

"I haven’t gained weight. Every day I think of you, I miss you so much that even the taste of food doesn’t seem as good as before. You can’t just make unfounded claims, no joking about me being fat. I haven’t been indulging without you; I... I... I think about you every day, I dream about you a lot. Zhao Lang, if you don’t believe me, look at this sash. I’ve been tying it daily, but the more I tie it, the longer it gets. I haven’t gained weight, wuwuwu..."

As Su Xiaoxiao spoke earnestly, fearing that this unfaithful man wouldn’t believe her, she hurriedly started to untie the sash around her slender waist, her tone turning into a cry.

Zhao Rong suddenly grasped her hand that was about to prove her point by untying the sash, stopping her, and then pulled her into his arms again, holding her gently, his eyes narrowing as he said:

"No crying."

"Wuwu... I haven’t gained weight... wuwu..."

"I said, no crying," Zhao Rong’s tone grew stern.

"Wuwu..." Su Xiaoxiao, feeling wronged, covered her mouth with the back of her hand, stifling her cry, but her swollen, pitifully beautiful fox eyes gazed at him with a mixture of sorrow and reproach. How... how can you be so domineering.

Zhao Rong then intensified his approach:

"I’ve said, you are mine, I’ll tease you for a lifetime.

"I will tease you every day in the future too, don’t think about escaping, you better get used to it quickly, no crying, and no harming yourself. This is my Zhao Ziyu’s possession. Hmm, take good care of it for me. Eat your favorite foods every day, wear the prettiest clothes, live a happy life, and be going to stay plump and white. You must not get any thinner again...

"You must be obedient, understand? Dare to cry again or disobey, and you’ll face family discipline."

Su Xiaoxiao was stunned.

Her little face looked somewhat dumb and silly, slightly gaping, looking up at him, the unreasonable man.

"Understood?" Zhao Rong demanded harshly.

"Under... understood."

Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head to look at him, her expression dazed as she replied.

Then, she silently leaned forward, gently hugging the bad man in front of her, softly saying, "Then you must make it clear to me how you are going to tease me, let Xiaoxiao understand clearly, I... I don’t want to be confused."

Upon these words, the atmosphere between them quieted for a moment.

Su Xiaoxiao quietly embraced his waist. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Zhao Rong stretched out his hand and gently patted her little head.

You, what a little confused egg.

He softly murmured in his heart, glancing at the book he had just placed back on the shelf.

"Let’s go."

Zhao Rong suddenly said, taking Su Xiaoxiao’s little hand, pulling her up.

He straightened Su Xiaoxiao’s disheveled clothes and cupped her half face, gently wiping the swollen fox eyes with his thumb.

"Where to?" the little fox demon wondered blankly.

Leading her straight towards the door, Zhao Rong laughed softly:

"To meet her."

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