When Wen Jiu was carried into the car by the man, she looked dazed and confused, muttering to herself.
Feng Chi leaned closer to listen.
"It's a guy... How the hell can it be a guy? But isn't she a mature woman... How the hell can it be a guy..."
Feng Chi: "... What is a man?"
" Guan Qingqing." Wen Xiaojiu turned to look at him, but her gaze was unfocused. "The one who wore a cheongsam on the first day, and was the first one to go on this time, wearing a bright red dancer's costume."
Wen Jiu spoke, she gestured with her hand, a soft light flashing across her white gauze dress, "So long, and so red, like fire!"
"He also wore very sophisticated makeup, alluring and seductive, making a jingling sound when he walked... Oh, and he also had breasts!"
Wen Jiu felt she could no longer look directly at the pretty older woman. "Waaah, she's clearly a young lady, even her voice!"
"How the hell could someone come out of the men's restroom?!"
Cai Qing in the driver's seat. "..."
Feng Chi's gaze unconsciously fell on Wen Jiu's feet. The red rope tied to her wrist with a bell swayed back and forth, and her fair fingertips curled up in embarrassment, revealing a faint pink tinge.
When he spoke, his voice was somewhat hoarse, "You're so observant of others, so very observant."
Wen Jiu's dazed eyes gradually cleared, "You, you..."
What a bizarre focus!
"Could it be that you wish he were a girl?" Feng Chi looked down at him, her eyes seemingly hurt. "After being married to me for so long, you still prefer cute, sweet girls?"
"No, I..."
Wen Jiu's forehead suddenly tightened, and his CPU, which had been sluggish for half a day, started working frantically, almost sparking.
"I don't like it! I'm just... a little shocked."
Feng Chi remained silent.
Wen Jiu held up four fingers and stammered, "I... I swear, I don't like sweet girls anymore!"
Cai Qing glanced at the rearview mirror: Pfft!
If you're so capable, pronounce it correctly, you cowardly wife!
Feng Chi pursed his lips, knowingly asking, "Then who do you like?"
Wen Jiu's eyes were resolute, as if hesitating for even a second would be disrespectful to her back. "You!"
The man then transformed from a resentful puppy into a clingy sweetheart, obediently snuggling up to him and whispering in his ear, "Honey~"
Wen Jiu blushed, unable to resist again.
"I feel very insecure..."
The lust in Feng Chi's eyes grew stronger. He held Wen Jiu's bare foot with one hand, his fingertips gently fiddling with the red rope on her wrist, making a sound with each touch.
"Give me more feedback, okay?"
Wen Jiu bit her lip, pulled her foot back, and glared at him with embarrassment and annoyance.
"Don't touch your dad!"
He just couldn't understand it—what was so interesting about touching a grown man's feet?
Don't you find it smelly?
As it turned out, Feng Chi didn't mind at all; on the contrary, he quite liked it.
When we got home, I pounced on her on the sofa, and her bear slippers flew off in fright.
"What the hell are you going to do now?!"
Wen Jiu activated the radar and stared at him in astonishment.
But someone grabbed his calf and easily lifted him up.
The man looked as serious as if he were discussing a multi-billion dollar deal. His warm, large hand moved up his calf, finally stopping at the dangerous groin.
He frowned, his intense gaze sweeping over Wen Jiu's entire body.
Wen Jiu's face instantly turned bright red!
What the hell is going on with this weird atmosphere???
"I... I haven't changed my clothes yet!"
Wen Jiu didn't understand what was wrong with this bastard man again, but he instinctively sensed danger, and he blankly found a reason.
"Wait until I go back to my room and change my clothes before we talk!"
This dance dress is exquisitely made, with every stitch hand-sewn by a master craftsman. Wen Jiu treasured it terribly when she put it on.
We absolutely cannot let that scoundrel of a man run rampant!
jingle!
Caught off guard, Hong Sheng was touched again. Wen Jiu blushed and quickly pulled her leg back. " Feng Chi!"
"Hmm?" The man looked up, still with that calm and aloof demeanor, seemingly no different from usual. "What's wrong?"
Wen Jiu choked, the strange feeling in her heart becoming more and more obvious.
"I need to change my clothes!"
"Okay." Feng Chi nodded, looking very obedient. "Let's change here."
Wen Jiu:...
"Not changing?" Wen Jiu standing there motionless, Feng Chi unbuttoned his clothes. "Then I'll do it."
"Fuck you!" Wen Jiu suddenly jumped up and scurried into the room as if his butt was on fire.
Feng Chi:?
He thought the frizzy cat would never come out once it went in, and was about to get up when he saw a shadow fly out and throw its pajamas onto the sofa.
"You damned bastard! What's your hurry?!"
Wen Jiu blushed and scolded, then lowered her head to untie the red rope around her waist, her ears turning bright red.
"Pervert! So wicked!"
They're out again?
Feng Chi couldn't help but turn his head and chuckle.
How foolish.
"I was simply fulfilling my obligations as Party B."
Feng Chi thoughtfully helped him remove layer after layer of thin clothing, her movements inadvertently brushing against his waist. "In a normal marriage, certain unexpected and uncontrollable desires need to be satisfied."
Wen Jiu: "Hehe."
I really believed your lies!
Wen Jiu glanced at the man, about to retort by asking who exactly was the one with the strong desires?!
The words that were about to be spoken suddenly stopped on the tip of my tongue.
Wen Jiu looked down and her mind went blank.
After a while, a low chuckle came from the man's ear.
"It seems that Xiaojiu really needs my help."
Wen Jiu suddenly turned around, her clothes halfway off, and froze.
"No, no!"
After yelling, he turned to walk towards his room.
Feng Chi followed closely behind, and without a word, suddenly wrapped his arms around Wen Jiu's waist and easily laid him down on the sofa.
Wen Jiu exploded. "Fuck your mother! You unfilial son! You bastard!"
"Baby, I already gave you a chance, and you asked for it back yourself."
Feng Chi curled her lips into a smile, gently interrupting his grumbling, a familiar glint of desire flickering in her eyes, "Now that you're back, don't leave again..."
Wen Jiu:...
Damn! I was careless!
"Or, I could interpret it as you actually want it too..."
Wen Jiu hurriedly covered his mouth, her peach blossom eyes misting over, "Don't say anything! No!"
Feng Chi looked obedient and lowered its eyes, resembling a noble and beautiful Ragdoll cat.
If he hadn't licked Wen Jiu's hands like a dog, he would have looked even more like one.
Wen Jiu's palm went numb, and her body instantly went limp.
She tried to pull away, but was caught, and tender, delicate kisses spread from her palms to every part of her body.
Her clothes were all removed, and soon only the red string bell on her ankle remained.
"Waaah..."
Wen Jiu desperately tried to suppress the sound that was about to spill from his lips, and crystal-clear tears slid down his porcelain-white skin. He hugged the man's neck tightly with both hands, his toes curling up in embarrassment.
"Don't... don't look..."
The veins on the man's forehead bulged, and the suppressed emotions in his eyes were almost bursting out.
Now he has to admit that he wasn't actually that generous.
I want to keep that person trapped in my arms for a lifetime, completely imbuing them with my essence, inside and out.
But he couldn't bear to part with it.
It was so hard to get him, so hard to finally hold him in my arms.
I can't bear to Feng Chi.
Feng Chi loosened his grip on her calf slightly, but someone pressed him even closer.
He once again experienced firsthand the meaning of the phrase "delicate and supple."
It's so soft.
"Baby, relax a little, okay?" Feng Chi kissed his forehead, soothingly saying, "I'll put you down, otherwise your back will hurt tomorrow."
Wen Jiu shook her head frantically.
He just didn't understand, what was so interesting about a grown man?
You have what I have too, and mine is even better looking, isn't it?
If you want to see, just look in the mirror!
Is it really necessary to catch him looking at him and kissing him at this time?!
Feng Chi had already reached his limit by braking halfway through the journey. Wen Jiu's strong resistance, he stopped arguing and simply picked her up and stood up.
Wen Jiu:!!!!
The tears started falling even more fiercely.
"Ring ring..."
The sound of the golden bell suddenly became urgent, accompanied by broken sobs, echoing for a long time on the top floor of the Imperial Residence!
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Preview: How could President Feng possibly lie or exaggerate?