Chapter 775: Chapter 470: Calm as Still Water? Stop Your Mother’s Water!
Why do I have this sudden feeling of sneaking around behind my wife’s back?
Facing Su Qingdai as she approached with her fragrant breeze, Zhao Rong instinctively tilted his head back, putting some distance between them.
His eyelids twitched.
"Su... Miss Su, it’s getting late, you should go back and rest early," he said.
"What... what did you call me?"
"......"
Zhao Rong, for some reason, slightly lowered his gaze, not daring to keep looking at her, fearing he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
He swallowed hard, "Qing... Qingdai."
"Hmm, I’m here~"
Upon hearing her name, Su Qingdai’s delicately made-up cold face instantly burst into a brilliant smile, lighting up the dark night sky like a dazzling firework in an instant.
"Zi...yu..."
Her naturally cool voice sounds especially sweet and crispy before him.
Zhao Rong’s eyelids jerked violently at the seductive tone.
Damn it, why do you have to sound so enticing? My Heart Lake... is doomed.
At that moment, he wished he could leap up in fury, grab this trouble-making Fairy Su, pin her down on his lap, and spank her bottom until she cried and begged for mercy.
No! I must resist, resist!
Zhao Rong bowed his head to avoid looking at Su Qingdai, muttering to himself:
"Enlightenment... Enlightenment... Confucian grace and amiability..."
"What are you reciting... Eh, Ziyu, you... you’ve reached the Fu Yao Realm!"
With a hint of confusion in her voice, Su Qingdai suddenly burst into merry laughter.
She feigned shock as she called out to him while taking the opportunity to step forward, intending to take Zhao Rong’s hand.
You... don’t come any closer...
Zhao Rong immediately stepped back, his face full of wariness.
He was at a loss for words.
I mean, can we stop pretending? I refuse to believe that you didn’t know before coming here...
Although the commotion of his Realm Breakthrough wasn’t that big, Su Qingdai, who was in the western wing, should have noticed it if she had been attentive.
Considering her timely and sneaky knock on the door...
Zhao Rong had planned to attempt a Realm Breakthrough tonight, and she knew it too. Therefore, her eagerness to come at this moment obviously meant she wanted to... be the first.
Good gracious, is this something people fight over now?
Zhao Rong was helpless.
Su Qingdai stopped in her tracks, not daring to go against his will, not wanting the true prince to think she didn’t listen to him.
He was so domineering, he probably... didn’t like girls who didn’t listen to him, preferring those sensible and obedient types...
In front of the door, the stunning woman in black stood with her hands clasped in front of her, posing gracefully in place.
She looked down, her beautiful eyes fluttering upward, cautiously observing the odd man’s expression and attitude.
What Zhao Rong didn’t know at that moment was that whether she could obtain his ’first time’ was extremely important to Su Qingdai, even a chance to turn the tables.
Most men typically had a lasting impression of their ’first’ woman, associating them with a kind of innocent beauty and tender, caring gentleness...
It was quiet in front of the door for a moment.
Faced with the eager-eyed beauty in black, Zhao Rong now had two big problems—yes, two.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed down the rising dragon and said with ’erudite elegance’, "Qingdai, didn’t we agree that you would obediently listen to me? Tonight, I need to concentrate on cultivation, and I didn’t ask for you to come over."
The tone was mild, but in short, it was basically saying she was being unreasonable.
Su Qingdai whispered, "Ziyu, but haven’t you already broken through... Let me come inside, and I... I’ll tell you more about the essentials of the Fu Yao Realm, to help you stabilize your realm."
"You’re teaching me how to do things?" Zhao Rong glared at her.
"No... not at all! I always listen to you. It’s just a small suggestion. And tonight... besides not being able to sleep, I missed you too, and I also had something to do," she said.
Zhao Rong’s face was expressionless, "What’s so important that you had to come over in the middle of the night?"
Swinging the scroll she had been clutching in her left hand, Su Qingdai said with a serious look, "You know, I am currently studying the Mo Family’s classics. The Heavenly Will Realm was named by Mozi himself, and all cultivators in this realm throughout the world must study his works. Last night when you were holding me, you recommended a few of Mo Family’s classics to me, and I went to find them first thing this morning.
"I was also reading them in the middle of the night, unable to sleep. But, being a girl, I haven’t read much, having gone to the mountains for cultivation since I was young. I don’t have the impressive learning you have, Ziyu. But now I have you, you’ll surely be good to me; although Ziyu’s ’goodness’ can be a bit painful..."
Her smile was shallow, with a mischievous tone, and the last sentence was quite suggestive, making Zhao Rong’s mouth twitch.
"Ziyu, I came across many difficulties that I can’t understand, so I came to you for guidance. I won’t do anything else, just listen carefully to your explanation, I’ll be good... I’ll listen to whatever you say..."
The breathtaking woman in the black dress looked down at her embroidered shoes with bashfulness, holding the scroll tightly, her voice getting softer and softer towards the end.
"......"
Black lines crossed Zhao Rong’s forehead.
Is this being studious? Is this seeking instruction? Who in their right mind seeks their teacher’s guidance in the middle of the night? Hmph, don’t think I don’t know.
Zhao Rong suddenly took another deep breath, seemingly trying to calm something down.
"No...". He shook his head, about to speak again.
Suddenly, Su Qingdai stepped forward, rose on her tiptoes, and pecked his lips; in that brief touching moment, her clever little fragrant tongue even gently moistened Zhao Rong’s dry lips, then, with her cheeks blushing like peach blossoms, she turned around, bypassed Zhao Rong with the scroll in her arms, and dashed into the house...
Just like a lively oriole perched on a pear tree branch, frightened by a stranger, swiftly darting away in flight.
The young Confucian Scholar stood rooted to the spot.
He widened his eyes, remaining motionless, looking out the door.