Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Lin Qiao remained erect all night.

Beneath me, again and again.

He wept in humiliation, repeatedly vowing to kill me.

I replied flippantly, “To die beneath a peony is to be a ghost of pleasure.”

In the morning, his legs were too weak to even get out of bed, so I went alone to offer tea to my parents-in-law.

They likely had a good idea of what had happened the previous night.

The Marquis of Changping’s Residence had already lost one daughter-in-law; they wouldn’t allow another to die.

The Marquise held my hand and praised me, “Well done.”

She added, “Give me a big, healthy grandson as soon as possible.”

I blushed and gave a soft “Mhm.”

Lin Qiao slept until the afternoon. I had untied him long before he woke.

Having no clothes on, he hid under the covers and glared at me. “Where are my clothes?”

I brought him his scented robes, and he hurriedly dressed himself.

Once he was out of bed, he beckoned to me. “Come here.”

I walked over, and his gaze suddenly turned feral. He reached out, lunging to choke me.

I was on high alert. The moment he moved, I stepped back and delivered a sharp kick.

He tumbled to the floor, staring at me in disbelief. “You dare lay a hand on me?”

Technically, I had used my foot.

As he tried to scramble up, I immediately pounced on him. “Why is my husband lying on the floor? Do you prefer doing it down here? Oh, husband, you certainly have many tastes.”

I touched him, my face flushing.

His face turned pale. “What are you doing?”

He tried to push me away, only to find that he couldn’t budge me.

“Zhao Yuehua, don’t go too far!” he hissed through gritted teeth.

Then, he realized he had shamefully become erect once more.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “What did you do to me?”

I bit his ear and whispered, “Just a little arousing massage technique. Do you like it, husband?”