Reborn Fairy Wife Takes Me on a Gaggle-Fire rampage

Wen Shu lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to bear the discomfort of her damp pajamas. She decided to get up and go to the dressing room to change into a dry set of pajamas.

However, when she opened the door to the walk-in closet, she found that her pajamas were still hanging in the laundry room. She remembered that Mu Chen had bought her several new sets of pajamas before, made of soft and comfortable material that felt like a second skin.

When Wen Shu picked up the dress, she couldn't help but frown. The style was far too sexy, making her feel awkward and even somewhat uncomfortable. Standing in front of the mirror, she scrutinized herself repeatedly, her mind filled with conflict. She knew this wasn't her usual style, but the reality was, she had no other choice. She needed a dress, and she needed it right now.

After some hesitation, Wen Shu decided to choose a pink outfit that seemed to suit her fairly well. She carefully put it on, but quickly realized the neckline was far too low. She never liked sleeping in a bra, and the back of the dress was even more daring—a completely open back. Standing in front of the mirror, Wen Shu felt somewhat lost. She knew that wearing such an outfit might attract attention and might even make her uncomfortable.

But then an idea suddenly struck her. What if she wore this outfit to bed at night? Wouldn't that solve the problem? After all, who could see her with the lights off? This thought brought her a sense of relief, as if she had found a solution. She quickly ran to her bedroom, turned off all the lights, and then got into bed.

In the darkness, Wen Shu felt a sense of security she had never felt before. She closed her eyes, no longer worrying about her neckline being too low or her back being exposed, because none of that mattered in the dark.

When Mu Chen came out of the shower, he found the entire room shrouded in darkness, without a single ray of light. He assumed Wen Shu was already asleep, so he tiptoed into the room, careful not to disturb her sweet dreams. He groped his way to the bedside, cautiously lifted a corner of the blanket, and gently lay down. The air in the room was slightly cool, but Mu Chen's heart was warmed by the prospect of embracing Wen Shu.

He carefully reached out to hug Wen Shu, his fingers lightly touching her shoulder, only to find that she hadn't drifted off to sleep as usual. Wen Shu's head was slightly turned to one side, only her head showing, the blanket tightly wrapped around her, like a small fortress, protecting her from the cold and unease of the outside world.

When Mu Chen's hand touched her, she stirred slightly, as if sensing his presence in a dream. Mu Chen realized she wasn't asleep, and a strange tenderness and joy welled up within him.

So, he forcefully pulled the blanket away, and Wen Shu and the blanket fell into Mu Chen's arms, as if he were bringing her from a safe little world into a warmer harbor. Mu Chen held her tightly in his arms; her back was soft and smooth, pressed against him as if she were naked.

Wen Shu's skin trembled slightly under Mu Chen's gentle touch, her heart racing. Mu Chen's fingers slid down, as if igniting a hidden flame. His fingers lightly touched the soft fabric, and a hint of doubt arose in his heart. He clearly remembered that Wen Shu wasn't wearing this dress earlier. The back of this dress was completely bare, without any fabric. His hands roamed over Wen Shu's back, moving gently and rhythmically, like fanning a flame, each fingertip seemingly possessing an indescribable magic. It was as if a skilled musician was playing a melodious tune on the strings of her skin. His fingers gently glided across her spine, like notes leaping on piano keys, each touch causing a subtle tremor, like a gentle breeze rippling across a lake. His palms were broad and warm, covering her back like a gentle cloud, giving her an endless sense of security. His fingertips danced lightly between her shoulder blades, as if painting a delicate picture, each stroke brimming with emotion and power, like a painter unleashing his passion and talent on a canvas. His technique was both gentle and firm, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story, each movement filled with profound meaning and emotional transmission.

Wen Shu slowly closed her eyes, immersing herself in this gentle caress. She could feel his fingers gently sliding across her skin, like a breeze brushing against willow branches, soft and full of life.

Mu Chen's fingers gently circled Wen Shu's waist, slowly rising. Mu Chen wondered: What kind of pajamas are these? Why are there no coverings in the front or back?

Mu Chen realized, was this the one he bought for Wen Shu when they went shopping before?

Wen Shu turned to look at her, his eyes filled with indescribable emotions. The air in the room seemed to heat up, as if hormones between the two were silently erupting. Her heart raced, her cheeks flushed slightly, and a subtle tension spread between them. Wen Shu's gaze was deep and intense, as if it could pierce through all appearances and reach the depths of her heart.

She could feel his breathing become rapid, each breath like an invisible ripple in the air, touching every nerve in her body. It created a warm and intimate atmosphere, as if the whole world had stopped for the two of them. A strange impulse welled up inside her; she wanted to be closer to him, feel his warmth, and share the passion and heartbeat of this moment.

Mu Chen's gaze was fixed on Wen Shu. He noticed that her chest was heaving rapidly, each breath filled with tension and unease. Mu Chen could feel the turmoil in her heart, like ripples spreading across a still pond disturbed by a pebble. Wen Shu's chest rose and fell, and because her dress was a deep V-neck that almost reached her waist, he could clearly see her breasts. Her skin appeared exceptionally smooth under the light, like the finest porcelain, with a subtle sheen. Mu Chen's gaze involuntarily lingered on her beautifully sculpted collarbone, as if he were struggling to control his emotions.

Mu Chen's slender fingers gently stroked Wen Shu's hair, from her hair to her ears, and then to her butterfly shoulders. Wen Shu felt her body become somewhat weak, and with Mu Chen's fanning the flames, her body reacted slightly.

Wen Shu's lips parted slightly: "Mu Chen, I..."

Before Wen Shu could finish speaking, Mu Chen gently pressed his lips to hers, like a butterfly's wings lightly brushing against a flower petal in early spring, revealing a hint of shyness and caution. From a fleeting touch to a frantic demand, Wen Shu was somewhat breathless.