Reborn Fairy Wife Takes Me on a Gaggle-Fire rampage

Under the soft moonlight, Mu Chen's gaze followed Wen Shu's elegant figure. Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, swaying gently with every movement, as if it possessed its own life. Wen Shu's dance was light and agile, like a forest sprite; bathed in moonlight, her beauty appeared even more mysterious and captivating. A faint fragrance emanated from her, spreading with her twirls, like the most enchanting scent in the night sky.

Every turn, every leap of hers was like a meticulously choreographed dance, full of natural rhythm and cadence. Mu Chen was deeply captivated by the scene; he felt as if he were in a dream world, and Wen Shu was the master of this world. Every movement of hers was so fluid, so natural, as if she had perfectly blended with the moonlight, the night, and the world.

Wen Shu's beauty lay not only in her appearance but also in the subtle charm she exuded. She was like a celestial being, untouched by worldly concerns, yet possessing an irresistible approachability. Every smile, every glance from her captivated Mu Chen. In that moment, he almost forgot the passage of time, wishing only to remain forever in this beautiful instant, basking in the bright moonlight with Wen Shu.

In that instant, as if driven by an irresistible force, Mu Chen involuntarily opened his arms and pulled Wen Shu tightly into his broad and warm embrace with lightning speed.

Wen Shu was completely taken aback by this sudden action. She was slightly stunned at first, but soon felt the warmth and firmness of Mu Chen's chest, and an inexplicable sense of security instantly enveloped her.

Mu Chen's arms tightened, as if he wanted to meld Wen Shu into his own body. He lowered his head, gently resting his chin on the top of Wen Shu's head, his breathing becoming slightly rapid. Wen Shu nestled quietly in Mu Chen's arms, listening to his strong heartbeat, savoring this rare tranquility and warmth.

Mu Chen gently reached out and softly stroked Wen Shu's silky smooth hair, his fingers slowly running through it, as if feeling the soft touch of each strand. Then, he gently lifted Wen Shu's head, bringing her face closer to his. At this moment, the distance between them was so close that they could almost feel each other's breath, and the surrounding air seemed to become ambiguous.

Mu Chen was filled with unease, fearing that Wen Shu would fiercely resist him. So, he cautiously approached Wen Shu, as if she were a fragile treasure. He gently brought his lips close to Wen Shu's delicate, petal-like lips, first lightly touching them like a dragonfly skimming the water, then nervously observing her reaction.

Seeing that Wen Shu didn't show any obvious resistance, Mu Chen felt a surge of joy and excitement. He gradually increased the intensity of his kisses, gently yet passionately caressing Wen Shu. At first, it was just a light touch, but as time went on, he became increasingly unrestrained, fully enjoying this wonderful moment.

Mu Chen's hands involuntarily wrapped around Wen Shu's slender waist, pulling her tightly into his embrace. Their bodies pressed together, each able to feel the other's hot breath and heartbeat. The kiss grew deeper and more lingering, as if trying to merge all their emotions into it.

Just then, the sky suddenly seemed to be shrouded in a light veil, which gradually thickened and eventually turned into a misty drizzle. The fine raindrops fell gently, as if veiling the whole world in a hazy and mysterious atmosphere.

Seeing this, Mu Chen reached out and grabbed Wen Shu's hand without hesitation, leading her quickly towards the house. His steps were firm and powerful, as if he wanted to get Wen Shu to a safe and warm place as soon as possible.

Wen Shu followed closely behind Mu Chen, her beautiful skirt swaying gently with their steps, like a blooming flower gracefully dancing in the wind. The rain soaked her skirt, but this did not make her look disheveled; instead, it added a unique softness and liveliness to her.

At this moment, Mu Chen and Wen Shu were like figures in a painting, their figures appearing so vivid and beautiful in the misty rain. Everything around them seemed to become the backdrop of this painting, highlighting the unique emotions and atmosphere between them.

Wen Shu gently pushed open the door, and a warm breeze greeted her. She tiptoed inside. Her damp hair still carried the scent of the rain outside. She walked to the mirror, picked up the hairdryer, and ran her fingers through her hair, slowly drying it. The warm air brushed against her hair, carrying away the moisture and leaving a delicate fragrance. She closed her eyes, enjoying the tranquility and comfort of the moment.

At the same time, Mu Chen followed closely behind and entered the room. His coat was already soaked by the rain, with glistening raindrops still clinging to his shoulders and cuffs. He took off his coat and shook it casually, trying to shake off the raindrops. Water droplets splashed and landed on the floor, forming small water stains. He hung his coat on the coat rack by the door, then reached out and patted the coat to make sure no raindrops were missed.

The indoor lighting was soft, making their actions appear especially warm and intimate. Wen Shu dried her hair, turned around, and saw Mu Chen tidying his clothes. She smiled slightly, walked over, picked up a towel, and handed it to Mu Chen. Mu Chen took the towel, gave her a grateful look, and then began to dry his hair. The two of them continued with their tasks in this warm atmosphere, their unspoken understanding and care flowing silently between them.

A faint blush graced Wen Shu's cheeks as she sat on the edge of the soft bed. The sheets, embroidered with delicate patterns, exuded a warm and inviting atmosphere. The room's soft light bathed her in a warm glow. She wore a light nightgown, and the gentle night breeze rustled the leaves outside, adding a touch of life to the tranquil night. Wen Shu's long hair cascaded casually over her shoulders, its strands shimmering naturally in the lamplight. A hint of weariness flickered in her eyes, but a faint smile played on her lips, as if she were reminiscing about the pleasant moments of the day. An open book sat on the bedside table, its pages turning softly in the breeze, next to a cup of cooled tea, emitting a delicate aroma. The entire room was filled with a comfortable and peaceful ambiance, making her feel incredibly relaxed.

She took a deep breath, trying to slow her heartbeat. The sound of running water came from Mu Chen's bathroom; Wen Shu's nightgown was slightly damp from the light rain.