Ruan Jingde's tiger eyes fell upon the woman before him, revealing a hint of indulgent affection.
The woman looked to be in the prime of her youth, as beautiful as a flower and as fair as jade. Her delicate oval face was framed by willow-leaf brows, while her limpid autumn eyes shimmered like rippling water, brimming with tenderness that made one's heart stir at a single glance.
His gaze drifted downward. Ruan Jingde's eyes lingered for several breaths upon the woman's chest, then traveled further down to her willow-slender waist, which seemed too delicate to grasp, and the pair of full, round curves beneath it, as round as the full moon. He could not help baring his teeth in a grin.
"After only a few days apart, Rou'er, you've filled out a little more!"
"These breasts, this waist, this ass—they're getting more and more flavorful!"
The woman was Sang Rourou, whom Ruan Jingde had married two years ago. Recently, traces of the Demon Race had appeared along the outskirts of several cities under his jurisdiction, so he had personally led troops out to exterminate the demon beasts.
After being away for merely five or six days, he found upon his return that Sang Rourou's figure had become much fuller still.
Sang Rourou was only sixteen this year, at the age when her body was growing and developing in every way. She was like a flower bud blooming and unfurling its petals and leaves, waiting for someone to pluck it.
A faint blush rose upon Sang Rourou's jade-like face as she coquettishly complained, "My lord, the servants are all nearby. If they overhear you saying such things, they'll surely laugh at Rou'er. How am I supposed to face anyone afterward?"
Ruan Jingde burst into laughter and pulled Sang Rourou into his