A pampered young lady from a wealthy family is reborn, choosing a rich wife over a rich man.

night.

After taking a shower, Meng Zhixue came out of the bathroom, drying her hair as she walked towards the bed.

Feng Tingyun was leaning against the headboard reading documents when she glanced at him and gently tossed the towel in her hand into his arms.

"husband……"

"..." Feng Tingyun raised his hand almost simultaneously, his Adam's apple bobbing, "Hmm."

"Blow-dry my hair."

"good!"

Feng Tingyun immediately got up, went to the bathroom, and took out a hair dryer.

He walked back to the bedside, and Meng Zhixue gently lay on his lap, enjoying his care, her almond-shaped eyes filled with pleasure.

Feng Tingyun looked at her, his eyes unconsciously filled with smiles, and his usually cold and serious expression softened.

After blow-drying their hair, the next main theme for adult men and women is naturally the joy they experience.

Feng Tingyun picked Meng Zhixue up from the bed, rolled her over and gently placed her on the bed, then leaned down and kissed her.

Perhaps he genuinely wants to improve and change.

The rhythm of the kiss clearly changed.

Even before today, in Meng Zhixue's memory, Feng Tingyun in his first life wasn't as interested in kissing as he was in real physical intimacy.

But after being kissed by her a few times in his life, he experienced a different feeling than before, and he seemed to have become extremely fond of kissing.

The kiss in the afternoon, that one filled with the eagerness and release of returning home.

This kiss, however, was much slower.

The man's warm tongue gently traced her lips, and he kissed her only after she slightly opened her mouth, his strength perfectly controlled.

He kissed her while stroking her lower back with his hand, his dark eyes watching her as if observing her reaction.

After kissing for a while, he pulled away and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you like it this way?"

Meng Zhixue paused for a second, her face flushing at his serious expression.

"It's alright." She smiled, biting her lip.

Feng Tingyun laughed along and lowered his head to kiss her again.

This time he changed his angle, his lips brushing against her neck, pausing just above her collarbone: "Is this alright?"

"……Can."

He kissed her again, pausing as his fingers unbuttoned her nightgown. He looked up and asked, "Wife, are you ready?"

Meng Zhixue blushed and tugged at his ear: "Stop asking!"

and……

"We've only kissed a few times, and you're already losing patience? Don't you know I wasn't ready?"

"..."

Feng Tingyun chuckled softly, gave her a soothing kiss on the lips, and then placed the next kiss on her chest.

Meng Zhixue grunted in surprise and looked at him, but his "learning" was far from over.

He pulled the blanket over himself, ducked down, and crawled inside.

Meng Zhixue: "..."

My heart is beating erratically.

My breathing became erratic.

She bit her lip hard, completely at a loss for what to do.

She still couldn't get used to it...

Just thinking about that powerful, calm, and dignified man from her first life giving her this, giving her… made her heart beat even faster…

The man tossed aside the blanket, glanced down at her with a smile, and said, "Pathetic."

Meng Zhixue: "...???!!!"

May I ask you this?

She bit her lip, grabbed the pillow next to her, and slammed it at him with a "thud!"

So easily defeated, huh?

She's still in good shape and must fight back.

Even if there is a huge difference in size and fighting ability between the two, who says a rabbit can't jump on a tiger's head and run wild?

Meng Zhixue unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks on Feng Tingyun's body.

She exhausted herself and collapsed, panting heavily.

It caused zero damage to the cloud.

Once she stopped hitting him, Feng Tingyun, who had been smiling the whole time, grabbed her slender ankle and pulled her towards him, pressing her down with his body.

"Honey, it's my turn."

"..."

Deep night.

The shadows of the trees swayed.

The night wind made the moon hanging in the sky sway, and the world seemed to turn upside down.

Meng Zhixue was drenched in sweat, her cheeks flushed, and her jet-black hair clung to her face and lips, making her look stunningly beautiful.

Feng Tingyun gave her a deep look, then continued...

Meng Zhixue wanted to cry: "Are you out of your mind?"

Feng Tingyun took a deep breath: "Mm."

Meng Zhixue was so angry she wanted to hit someone: "Say something!"

Feng Tingyun thought for two seconds, then decided to add two more words: "Tonight, we don't need to..."

Meng Zhixue wanted to cry.

After finishing another long-distance run, she collapsed onto the bed, too exhausted to even think, let alone move her fingers.

but……

She found that tonight's experience was indeed different.

Meng Zhixue smiled slightly and didn't hold back her praise for him.

She propped herself up on her arms and pulled a small stamp from the bedside table drawer.

It covered his muscular chest.

Feng Tingyun looked down at his pectoral muscles, his gaze falling on the circular seal. He raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "What's this?"

Meng Zhixue smiled smugly: "This is my official certification, praising you for doing a good job this time."

"Although it looks a bit like a pork stab, its meaning is definitely different!"

"..." Feng Tingyun's ears turned slightly red, but he immediately stated, "I can still..."

Meng Zhixue's almond-shaped eyes widened, and she quickly covered his mouth to stop his wild words: "No, you can't!"

If it happens again tonight, she won't need to get out of bed tomorrow.

Feng Tingyun: "...?"

Seeing her so wary expression, he chuckled, reached out and pulled her close, kissing her forehead: "Whatever you say."

Meng Zhixue finally relaxed, hummed twice, put the seal back in the drawer, and snuggled back into his arms.

Knowing that Meng Zhixue was clean and exhausted, Feng Tingyun, having learned from experience, very considerately asked, "Shall I take you to take a bath?"

This is good.

Meng Zhixue opened her arms to him: "Hug."

Feng Tingyun smiled and stood up, effortlessly pulling her into his arms.

This time, Feng Tingyun's technology has clearly improved.

For the first time, Meng Zhixue felt that he really treated her like clothes and washed her.

But this time, she even suspected that he might have received advanced training at a public bathhouse in Northeast China, which would have improved his skills considerably.

After taking a shower, Meng Zhixue felt even more listless.

The blankets were warm and cozy, and Feng Tingyun's arms were wrapped around her waist. The warmth of his palms pressed against her lower back, and she was drifting off to sleep.

result.

In that half-dreaming, half-awake state, she heard a man's deep, slightly nervous voice above her: "Baby, will you marry me?"

Meng Zhixue shook her head and immediately stared at him with wide eyes.

Huh? Getting married?