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She dared not think that if she remained stubbornly reserved, she would fall further and further behind. The only way was to use the most intimate method to completely "brand" this relationship.
Only then can the surging panic in one's heart be calmed slightly.
This is a do-or-die determination, stemming from an extreme desire and also from the fear of loss.
Furthermore, reflecting on everything that had just happened, she realized that she had been subtly and cunningly guided by this "little devil," leaving her blushing with embarrassment.
Retreat steadily.
Since he "forced" him to clarify the relationship, he should take responsibility!
At this moment, as Li Zhaoning gazed at Su Mu's surprised expression, an indescribable sense of pride and joy quietly arose within him, temporarily suppressing his unease.
“Of course I’m serious.” Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was exceptionally clear, carrying an undeniable firmness.
Su Mu noticed the complex emotions in her eyes—shyness, determination, and even a hint of playful desire to "get back at her"—and thus understood her intentions.
It's settled.
He said no more, but gazed intently into her eyes and whispered:
"Okay, Zhaoning."
Li Zhaoning felt a "boom" in her head, as if fireworks had exploded. Her feigned composure crumbled instantly, and even her words became stammering.
绊：
"Mu... Mu'er, what did you call me just now?"
“Zhao Ning,” Su Mu cupped her burning cheeks in his hands, gently stroking them with his fingertips, “Since you are my woman, I should naturally call you that.”
name."
"Okay...okay." Li Zhaoning's mind went blank, and she agreed almost instinctively. Then, Su Mu's kiss landed on her lips, gentle...
Yet it is resolute, carrying an irresistible warmth.
Λ
This was the third time in one day that he had kissed her like this. This was something she had never even dared to imagine before.
She could feel Su Mu's hand begin to gently wander, carrying a soothing meaning, yet subtly revealing a deeper exploration. Her body instinctively...
She froze for a moment, but quickly softened in that familiar, reassuring aura, and acquiesced to his closeness.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Li Qinghan was rolling up her sleeves and carefully washing the fruits and vegetables. The cooks had all been sent to rest by Li Zhaoning; this work...
The plan naturally fell to her.
"Wow!" she exclaimed softly as she picked up a huge melon. "This melon was covered up before, I never knew it was this big!"
The melon had a fair and delicate skin, was heavy, had a full and round shape, and emitted a sweet fragrance, quite different from those she had seen before.
Inside the room, Su Mu's lips were still entwined with Li Zhaoning's, but his hand quietly reached for the melons and fruits beside him, the sensation in his palm making him slightly...
Surprised.
"I never imagined that the fruits and vegetables would be so delicious; they really are a hidden gem."
Li Zhaoning's face was so red it was almost bleeding. She buried her face in his shoulder, her voice muffled:
"I always keep my head tied up, I don't know how it ended up like this." Her tone carried a hint of embarrassment, and also a touch of difficulty.
A sense of self-satisfaction upon realizing it.
Su Mu chuckled softly, said no more, and instead picked up two strawberries. They were glossy and slightly erect, and one could feel their amazing elasticity with just a light touch of the fingertips.
Sex and a slight dampness.
"Ah... Mu'er, slow down, don't crush these fruits." Li Zhaoning couldn't help but murmur softly, her body slightly flushed. Su Mu again...
Leaning down, I used my lips instead of my hands to savor the distinctly different, refreshing sweetness.
"Zhaoning," Su Mu raised her head after a moment, her fingertips gently massaging the area, "You've had a long day, first protecting me against the strong..."
"You've worked hard, especially after dealing with the aftermath of the Peach Blossom Forest incident. Let me help you... solve your problems."
"Mmm! Mu'er!" Wherever she went, a tingling and comfortable sensation spread, and her body became so soft that it almost melted into a pool of spring water.
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In the quiet room, the faint sound of water could be heard.
"Ouch!" Just then, Li Qinghan in the kitchen accidentally dropped the round fruit she was holding, which fell into the sink, splashing water everywhere.
A high splash of water rose.
Almost simultaneously, Su Mu, inside the room, seemed to have pressed on Li Zhaoning's sore spot; the long-suppressed sound finally burst forth, turning into a...
A short, sharp wheezing sound.
"Haa... Mu, Mu'er," it took Li Zhaoning a long time to catch her breath.
Su Mu gently stroked her sweaty back and whispered in her ear, his breath hot: "Zhao Ning... I want to ride a horse."
Su Zhixiao, fast asleep on the bed, was completely unaware of this, lost in an even deeper dream.
In her dream, Aunt Hu was replaced by Wang Jie by her bedside, but her brother was always there. Her brother was so good!
Her brother, seemingly bored, playfully suggested playing "horse riding"—how childish! She saw the prince's face instantly turn bright red.
Yes. Although the prince always dresses as a man and treats his brother as his own son, they are not truly father and son. How could they play such a game?
But the prince was too fond of his brother, and after much pleading and cajoling, he finally gave in.
In the dream, the older brother carefully adjusted his posture and mounted the horse with extreme gentleness.
"Eek!"
However, the prince still let out a soft cry of pain. Su Zhixiao vaguely saw what appeared to be a small patch of red beneath the prince. It was today...
Did the old wounds from the fight with the mysterious monk reopen?
Upon reaching this point in her dream, Su Zhixiao excitedly hummed, "Mmm! Your Highness, brother!"
She felt that her brother and the prince in her dream had frozen in place. After a long while, they continued their "game," but the horse seemed...
Instead, the prince's beloved snow-white mare, "Xue Chan," was replaced.
Su Zhixiao was relieved. Xuechan was gentle and would definitely not let her brother get hurt.
"Mu'er, ride slower." The prince's voice was tinged with a hint of reproach, as if he was worried that his brother would tire out his precious horse.
But the older brother seemed not to hear, instead quickening his pace. The horse rose and fell with the rhythmic thuds of its back, occasionally accompanied by…
A few encouraging pats.
"No, no, it's no good anymore," the prince pleaded pitifully, his voice trembling with sobs.
Finally, with a long sigh that was both bitter and sweet, the older brother stopped moving.
"Too much...too full..." the prince murmured weakly, as if complaining that his brother had given the horses too much food and water, so thick and greasy.
It was too much for the horse to handle.
My brother still needs to learn how to ride a horse properly. But he'll be nearing the Foundation Establishment stage soon; when that happens, I'll definitely find him a fine horse.
Flying sword! That way, brother won't always have to "ride" Xuechan.
Su Zhixiao drifted off to sleep, a sweet smile on her lips.
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Chapter Thirty-Nine: Why Have You Suddenly Become So Feminine?
Hu Chanyuan slept very well last night.
After feeding Mu'er melon and strawberries and helping him solve his problems, the strange feelings surging in his heart finally subsided.
Mu'er is truly filial. Hu Chanyuan had naturally thought of "rewarding" Su Mu's filial piety again last night, but she still felt a little shy.
Besides... Xiaoxiao was still fast asleep in the room, and she dared not do anything more outrageous with Mu'er.
In that situation, surely no one would be so shameless as to be that shameless?
Thinking of Li Zhaoning's annoyed expression when he saw her coming out of Mu'er's room yesterday, Hu Chanyuan couldn't help but smile slightly.
Hehe, Zhaoning, you're still a long way from catching up with me!
Thinking this, she strolled toward the kitchen, intending to prepare breakfast for Su Mu, who was up early to practice martial arts, but stopped at the door.
In the dim morning light, Li Zhaoning was standing in front of the stove with his back to her.
She had removed her mask and casually placed it aside, and even the corset that had bound her for years had been removed, leaving her only in a simple, elegant moon-white dress.
He wore a colored inner shirt and a loose brocade robe over it.
The soft fabric of her clothes subtly outlined the full curves of her chest with her movements, a feature that Hu Chanyuan was so proud of.
They are evenly matched.
The sunlight bathed her striking profile in a pale gold hue, seemingly melting away her usual imposing authority with the gentle morning light, revealing a captivating charm between her brows.
She turned with an unprecedented, gentle and tender affection, like water.
Holding a soup spoon, she moved gracefully, gently scooping up a spoonful of white porridge, carefully blowing on it before taking a small sip, then slightly pursing her lips.
Xiu Mei seemed somewhat dissatisfied with the taste; her focused and picky expression carried the everyday charm of an ordinary woman managing household chores.
Hu Chanyuan was slightly taken aback. She had never seen Li Zhaoning like this before.
Even in front of those close to her in the Prince's mansion, she would slightly lower her cold and hard mask, but never like this, preparing for her husband as a newlywed wife.
The tenderness and sweetness of breakfast unexpectedly reminded Hu Chanyuan of those women in storybooks who were content after their first love.
"Hmm? Chanyuan, you're up?" Li Zhaoning put down her spoon, turned around and saw Hu Chanyuan standing in the doorway, giving her a slight, natural smile.
And warmth.
"W-what's going on?" Hu Chanyuan was taken aback again. Just yesterday, the two of them had a heated argument about Mu'er, and things had gotten so unpleasant. How could this be happening so suddenly?
As night passed, she seemed like a completely different person.
That smile was clear and open, without a trace of yesterday's lingering resentment or anger. Instead, it conveyed a sense of indescribable peace and acceptance.
Such composure and contentment?
"Hmm... I slept well last night, so I got up a little earlier." Hu Chanyuan suddenly felt subtly suppressed by the other person's composed aura, and unconsciously...
She straightened her chest slightly.
"Really?" Li Zhaoning lowered her eyes and smiled slightly. "I slept very well last night too."
A barely perceptible blush tinged her eyes and brows, and her voice carried a subtle, languid hue, as if she were savoring something.
Such an extremely satisfying thing, this expression inexplicably ignited a fire in Hu Chanyuan's heart.
“I’ve cooked some plain porridge, would you like to try some?” Li Zhaoning said, scooping up a spoonful and naturally handing it to Hu Chanyuan.
"You cooked this porridge?" This Prince Ning, who never lifts a finger in the kitchen, actually had the leisure to cook today? She took the spoon with some skepticism and tasted it.
One mouthful.
"Ugh!" An indescribable taste lingered in her mouth, and Hu Chanyuan's pretty face instantly contorted. This taste... was truly unpalatable.
Although she didn't cook often, she had at least learned from Mu'er for a few days and would occasionally ask the cook for advice. Even though her skills were still rusty,
It shouldn't have come to this.