Fairy, please don't do this!

Gu Jinzhao was a little embarrassed: "I skimmed through it and roughly remembered the contents."

"Then they must not have read the last few pages!"

Gu Jinzhao coughed lightly: "It really is an unserious book. Luckily, I didn't read much of it."

An Wanxi asked with great interest, "Then why didn't my little husband burn it?"

Gu Jinzhao said in a serious tone, "If it's burned, and if Scholar Xu comes to redeem it with money, what am I supposed to give him?"

"My little husband is right!"

An Wanxi did not expose his lie. Her silk-clad foot, which was on his knee, moved up his leg and gradually hooked onto his belt. With a gentle tug, she pulled it.

Gu Jinzhao glanced at her: "Why do I feel like you're subtly criticizing me?"

What is meant by "inner meaning"?

"Connotation means reflection."

"That should be about right!"

What does "almost" mean?

"It means the inner meaning!"

An Wanxi bent down slightly, her soft hand lifting Gu Jinzhao's chin. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips with her moist red lips: "Last time when I was helping my little husband to combine yang fire, your Aunt Ruo beat me to it."

"I wonder if anything unexpected will happen this time~"

"Your mouth seems to be blessed; who knows what kind of trouble you might cause next?"

Gu Jinzhao rolled his eyes.

An Wanxi's lips curled slightly, a strange light flashing in her eyes: "Unless I want it to, there will be absolutely no accidents!"

As she spoke, she bit his earlobe, and her black-stockinged foot slid down his chest.

Gu Jinzhao did not delve into the meaning of those words, or rather, he no longer had the inclination to.

Because at this moment, he was already captivated by the allure of the eight-foot-tall ghost bride before him, feeling restless and unable to control himself.

Suddenly, he remembered something and quickly said, "I think I forgot to lock the door!"

This time, he doesn't want to repeat the same mistake.

An Wanxi's soft, alluring voice lingered in my ear: "I just locked the door, and then I changed into this outfit and ice silk stockings~"

"So, my little husband can enjoy himself tonight~"

"That's good!"

Gu Jinzhao felt relieved...

Chapter 88, My Wife is Getting Better and Better (3.4K)

The candlelight flickered gently, and the room was quiet except for the soft rustling of silk fabric against the skin.

"My dear husband, who do you think makes you feel more relaxed and at ease, Mu Yiren or Lin Qingci?"

An Wanxi lowered her head slightly, gazing tenderly at Gu Jinzhao.

The jade-like foot, encased in black silk, would sometimes lift slightly, sometimes press down, the toes, stained with pale purple nail polish, subtly twitching the thin stocking.

Gu Jinzhao felt a burning heat in his heart, like a wildfire spreading throughout his body: "Of course, it's my wife."

At this moment, he was leaning against the ghost wife's soft belly, the sweet fragrance of her ripeness lingering around his nose, a few strands of her hair brushing against his cheek, creating a wisp of ambiguity.

Having received a satisfactory answer, An Wanxi smiled slightly: "How does that compare to your Aunt Ruo?"

Gu Jinzhao's body tensed slightly: "Why compare yourself to Aunt Ruo?"

An Wanxi narrowed her long, narrow eyes slightly, and gently raised her other, free, black-stockinged foot to meet the arch of her previous foot, slowly pressing it together: "Can't we compare?"

Gu Jinzhao's breathing became rapid: "She is my elder, how can this be compared?"

“Si Ruoyu is indeed my husband’s elder…”

An Wanxi gently raised her delicate hand, her slender white fingertips picking up a crimson bead shrouded in yin energy, and softly placed it between his lips: "But what elder and junior would do something so outrageous?"

"It was just... well... an accident."

While circulating the True Yang Sword Technique to absorb Yin energy and harmonize the True Yang Fire within his body, Gu Jinzhao vaguely replied, "It's just a matter of expediency in an emergency."

An Wanxi's charming smile grew even stronger: "But after that, she gave you two more sets of intimate undergarments."

“At that time, Yiren was not by my side, and Aunt Ruo did not know of your existence. She was worried that my Yang Qi turning into fire disease would relapse, so she resorted to this desperate measure.”

"But ever since then, whenever my husband spends time with Aunt Ruo, some inexplicable thoughts always arise in his heart."

"What are you thinking?"

"I can't quite put my finger on it, I just feel... a kind of ambiguous feeling that's hard to define."

Upon hearing this, Gu Jinzhao fell silent.

If the ghost wife could sense it, how could he, the person involved, not feel it as well?

They just deliberately ignored it!

He deeply respected and loved Aunt Ruo, and did not want to harbor any inappropriate thoughts towards her.

But ever since that act of helping, a subtle change has quietly begun to take place.

If they had simply stopped mentioning it, they might have gradually forgotten about it and their relationship might have returned to normal.

Who would have thought that Aunt Ruo would give him two more lotus-themed carp-themed gifts, and that glimpse at the hot spring pond would reveal a spring scene he shouldn't have seen.

At this point, a lingering, tender thought, like a vine, entwined the depths of his heart, impossible to eradicate.

An Wanxi spoke softly, coaxingly, "Actually, if my little husband is interested in you, I can help you..."

Gu Jinchao interrupted her: "I have no such intention!"

An Wanxi gazed into his eyes and asked softly, word by word, "My little husband, why don't you think about it? If one day, Aunt Ruo and you are no longer so close, can you accept it?"

Gu Jinzhao raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but ask, "Why not be closer?"

An Wanxi lightly touched the ground with her feet, teasing him as if plucking the strings of a zither: "Once you have a Daoist partner, she should naturally avoid suspicion."

Gu Jinchao subconsciously grasped one of the warm, fragrant silk feet.

My palm touched the soft soles of my feet. Perhaps it was the warmth of true yang that made the skin slightly moist. Thin black stockings clung to the arches of my feet, clearly revealing the delicate, pinkish skin beneath.

"What are you trying to avoid?"

His palm slowly moved up her ankle, gliding over her calf wrapped in black stockings. The muscles there were slightly taut, and the texture of the stockings was clearly visible between his fingertips.

His fingertips unconsciously caressed the thin, sheer black stockings, feeling the hardness of the bones beneath and the smoothness of the skin.

An Wanxi's cheeks flushed slightly, and she pressed her left hand against her Tianchi acupoint, forcing out more Yin energy: "Naturally, I'll keep my distance from you!"

Gu Jinzhao's vision was completely obscured, and he wanted to say something, but he could no longer speak.

As An Wanxi said, in the five pure love routes, after he wins over the female lead, Aunt Ruo will deliberately keep her distance from him.

At that time, he didn't think anything of it.

But now that I think about it, I'm somewhat reluctant.

An Wanxi's beautiful eyes were filled with shimmering water, and her right hand pressed against the back of Gu Jinzhao's head without her noticing, her five fingers digging into his hair: "Since my little husband does not want this relationship to become more and more distant, there is only one way."

"That means making Aunt Ruo your woman too~"

Gu Jinzhao grunted and mumbled, "You're trying to... um... corrupt my filial piety!"

An Wanxi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she gently bit her red lips with her pearly teeth: "From familial affection to romantic love... this is the sublimation of feelings."

Having spent this time together, she had come to understand the meaning of "filial piety turning sour," and naturally understood the meaning behind Gu Jinzhao's words.

Gu Jinchao pushed aside the yin energy, raised his hand and pinched her round, beautiful buttocks, saying seriously, "Although I have a slight thought that I shouldn't have, it's just a thought."

"Wife, don't tempt me to do something I shouldn't!"

"Otherwise, family discipline will be applied~"

An Wanxi smiled sweetly: "Whatever my little husband says, goes."

Gu Jinzhao knew she hadn't listened, and suddenly felt a headache coming on.

He was genuinely afraid; his ghost wife had even included Aunt Ruo in order to help him build his harem.

If, under the scheme of the ghost wife, he were to have an inappropriate relationship with Aunt Ruo, it would likely only drive Aunt Ruo away from him.

'We still need to find a way to reverse her peculiar yandere tendencies.'

Gu Jinzhao thought to himself.

In fact, he had this idea as early as when the ghost wife first caused trouble in the Shura Field.

In his view, An Wanxi's twisted and obsessive emotions stemmed from the three previous betrayals.

After a thousand years of darkness, her heart gradually went from despair to numbness, and finally to indifference.

Until that day, he broke the seal and made a vow of love with her, promising never to betray her.

That emotion then completely erupted and was poured onto him.

What he thought became what she wished for, and she took concrete actions to achieve it.

This kind of giving-only emotion ultimately stems from a fear of being abandoned.

Therefore, Gu Jinzhao felt that he would try his best to assume the role of "husband" in the future and give his ghost wife more emotional dependence.

As time goes on, this particular yandere trait may gradually disappear.

An Wanxi noticed that he seemed lost in thought, and his two black-stockinged feet, which were originally closed, were now crossed: "What are you thinking about, my little husband?"

Gu Jinzhao felt a chill run down his spine: "I was just thinking about how to become a good husband to my wife!"

"Have you figured out what to do?"

An Wanxi chuckled softly.

Gu Jinzhao shook his head: "Not yet!"

A mischievous glint flashed in An Wanxi's eyes, and she suddenly withdrew her two black-stockinged feet.

Gu Jinzhao: ? ? ?

What is this for?

Why not help him blend in the true yang fire?

Or is this halftime?

"To be a good husband, one should take the initiative."

An Wanxi stood up gracefully. Her eight-foot height made her appear tall yet voluptuous, especially her plump buttocks, which were tightly wrapped in black silk stockings, resembling ripe peaches. Just one glance was enough to make one's mouth dry.

Under Gu Jinchao's questioning gaze, she turned and sat back on the edge of the couch, lifting one plump, jade-like leg and gently placing it on top of the other.

Her legs were pressed tightly together, only when her delicate silk feet were lifted did a sliver of space appear at the bend of her legs.

The sheer stockings revealed the firm, plump flesh of her legs, which shimmered alluringly in the dim candlelight.

Seeing him standing there in a daze, An Wanxi smiled charmingly: "My knees are a little cold, could my little husband use his True Yang Sword Intent to warm them up?"

"This is the first step to becoming a good husband~"

My wife is getting better and better... Gu Jinchao sighed inwardly as he got up and moved closer.

……

Deep within the Jinglan Hall of the Cangyue Imperial Palace.

The yellow topaz gems inlaid on the wall cast a warm yellow glow, reflecting off the white jade bathtub.

Xiao Qingyi leaned against the pool wall, her black hair all tied up, revealing her slender, swan-like neck.

The water barely reached her chest, revealing her two full breasts, which rippled with each breath.

"Your Majesty, the investigation into the young man you asked me to investigate has yielded results."

Jing Shu knelt behind her, wiping her delicate shoulders with a cotton towel.

"To which faction do they belong?"