The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 413 You're so spoiled, Wei Zhaozhao

The last rays of the setting sun were gradually swallowed up; dusk was approaching, and the sky darkened.

Without the embellishment of light, the golden rocking chair seemed to lose its luster in an instant.

Unbeknownst to her, Yu Tingwan had slept in Wei Zhao's arms all afternoon, even in the courtyard outside the house. She woke up feeling exceptionally energetic.

She looked up at Wei Zhao.

By now, it would have been time to light lamps everywhere.

The servants at Kelan Garden dared not come over, for fear of disturbing the two's sleep, so their vision was very dim.

But she knew that Wei Zhao should have just woken up as well.

He didn't go to the study to handle official business, nor did he privately discuss important matters with Ying Fuyan and Xiao Huaiyan. Clearly, he had slept soundly while holding her.

"Is my husband going out on errands again tonight?"

It's no wonder she asked that question. The last time Wei Zhao accompanied her for an afternoon nap, he went out in the evening and didn't return until the early hours of the next morning, his clothes still damp with water droplets.

Having rested enough will make it easier to get other things done.

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhao merely raised an eyebrow: "No."

Yu Tingwan blinked.

"you……"

Wei Zhao looked at the person on top of him, listlessly saying, "It seems..."

Yu Tingwan instinctively felt that it wasn't something nice to say.

"It's going to crush me."

Yu Tingwan: ...

???

You're so spoiled, Wei Zhaozhao!
Wei Zhao chuckled softly, able to guess how complicated things were for her at that moment.

The pressure around her waist tightened.

"What would you like for dinner?"

This clearly opened up a floodgate of conversation for Yu Tingwan.

When it comes to food, if there are no other options, she can pick wild vegetables on the roadside, wash them clean, and eat them raw without any expression, even if she doesn't have a pot to cook them.

But once she had the means, she became picky.

She first said, "I ate quite a few snacks at noon, so I'm not really hungry yet."

But it was getting late, so she had to eat something. After thinking for a moment, she started ordering.

"The cherry meat yesterday was very good, as were the salt and pepper roasted duck and braised pork."

Really... they're all meat.

She can be quite picky about food at times.

If there's meat, I won't put my chopsticks into the vegetable dish.

However, the girl would eat it whenever it was put in her bowl.

Having figured things out, Wei Zhao played with the beaded hairpin in her hair with her fingertips: "Reluctant to get up?"

After being reminded by him, Yu Tingwan slowly struggled to her feet, but bumped into something she shouldn't have.

She's naturally very strong.

"hiss."

I heard him groan.

Yu Tingwan quickly withdrew her hand: "Are you alright?"

She also knew that, despite its hardness, it could be quite fragile at times.

Did I crush it?

Without batting an eye, she recalled how she always rubbed her hands whenever she bumped or bruised herself. On a whim, she reached out and gently... through the fabric.

My wrist was held down.

"doing what?"

Wei Zhao's voice became hoarse.

Yu Tingwan honestly replied, "Let me see..."

After only three words were spoken, the changes in the outline of that side were clearly noticeable.

She stood up quickly and nimbly.

Wei Zhao remained lying down, without even changing his posture.

He looked listless.

"You're taking advantage of the darkness and the fact that no one's around to try and do something shady to me."

"No."

Wei Zhao said softly, as if he had lost his innocence: "You touched me."

Yu Tingwan: "I..."

"Touch me."

"This one……"

Wei Zhao continued softly, "Touch me."

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

So what if I touched it!
Hasn't she used enough?

"I think!"

Yu Tingwan hadn't thought anything of it at first, but after his repeated reminders, she became embarrassed and annoyed. For a moment, she genuinely thought she had done something to Wei Zhao.

Thankfully, it was too dark to see the rouge on her delicate face or the tips of her bright red ears. "Is there a problem?"

Her tone was fierce.

Wei Zhao: "I dare not."

He lay there, slumped, and added, "What else do you want to do? I won't resist."

"No, that's all. I was just checking."

The results of the inspection are as follows.

"It wasn't damaged."

"is it?"

A gentle night breeze carried a hint of heat.

Wei Zhao's eyes held an unreadable emotion as he stared intently at the spot where Yu Tingwan stood, seemingly with regret.

"Is the check done?"

He pulled Yu Tingwan up and slowly sat up, exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure.

"You've had enough sleep, haven't you? You look quite energetic."

"You caused this, aren't you going to fix it?"

Yu Tingwan didn't lie on the table, but she never imagined that one day she would be sitting in a rocking chair in the yard with Wei Zhao.

Many times, she only accepted it with a little difficulty.

Crunch.

It's the gentle rocking of a rocking chair.

He didn't even have to exert much force, yet Yu Tingwan's delicate fingertips clung tightly to his strong back.

She sobbed softly, as if she couldn't bear it anymore.

"Someone."

"no one."

Wei Zhao tenderly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Nobody dares to come over."

Yu Tingwan believed him, but she couldn't help feeling flustered.

In a panic, the instep tensed up.

Her stiff shoulders and trembling waist hinted at her fear and anxiety.

"OK OK."

He also encountered resistance, his entire spine went numb, and he took a deep breath.

"It can't be that fast. Don't rush me."

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In addition to the dishes she ordered, Wei Zhao added two vegetarian dishes and a black chicken soup.

The room was brightly lit, and the two sat facing each other.

He looked perfectly normal, but the atmosphere was clearly different from before.

A huge creature swaggered over to freeload.

It has regular mealtimes, and even though it has already eaten, it doesn't mind having a snack.

Fu Meng had just entered and was about to sit on his designated tiger stool when he quickly withdrew his leg, keenly sensing something amiss.

Tiger's eyes darted around, first landing on the conspicuous little clay figure on the specially arranged dining table.

The great Fu Meng had even greater doubts.

What it is?
The more Fu Meng looked at it, the more it resembled it!
Exactly four legs, and they're so thick!
Although it has no tail.

But since Yu Tingwan had already sculpted it, a few flaws didn't matter.

It thought that aside from her bad temper, Yu Tingwan was very skilled at everything. Especially the flowers she arranged—they were so vibrant, so large, and so plentiful!
It has to be given a higher regard.

Its gaze then lingered on Wei Zhao and Yu Tingwan.

It looks harmonious, but it doesn't seem harmonious at all.

The water stains and white residue on the golden rocking chair were carefully wiped off by Wei Zhao not long ago.

It was clearly nothing respectable, but he cleaned it meticulously, just like he would handle official business.

But this very fact adds to the eroticism.

Just thinking about that scene made Yu Tingwan feel dizzy.

Being kneaded like dough on a rocking chair... it's almost too much to look at.

Just as Fu Meng was about to go over, he saw Yu Tingwan eating her food in a fit of anger, her leg trembling under the table as she stomped hard on Wei Zhao's foot.

She replied dismissively, "Oops, did I step on you and hurt you?"

Wei Zhao paused, holding his chopsticks, but his expression remained unchanged: "It's nothing."

"I deserve it."

Fu Meng: ?

Over this period of time, it has come to realize that Yu Tingwan is not someone it can afford to mess with.

It seems this isn't a place for it.

Without hesitation, it turned and ran.

Yu Tingwan was puzzled: "What's wrong with it?"

Wei Zhao: "I'm afraid you'll step on me too."

Wei Zhao said, "After all, I can't fight back, and it hurts quite a bit."