Reborn Fairy Wife Takes Me on a Gaggle-Fire rampage

Wen Shu's heart raced, and she felt a wave of dizziness, but quickly succumbed to the sudden tenderness. Mu Chen's kisses grew firmer, his arms encircling her, giving her a sense of security she had never felt before. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, the world around them blurred, leaving only their breaths and heartbeats. Wen Shu's fingers unconsciously tightened their grip on Mu Chen's clothes; she wanted more, yet feared it would all end too soon. However, Mu Chen seemed to understand her thoughts; his kisses became even gentler, as if telling her that he was willing to give her all the time and space to adjust to this sudden intimacy.

Mu Chen's lips brushed against Wen Shu's ear, he gently bit her earlobe, kissed her cheek and slowly moved downwards, helping me unbutton my shirt.

His words were magical at that moment. Wen Shu's small hands groped around Mu Chen's clothes. Mu Chen couldn't wait any longer and directly ripped off the buttons. Wen Shu touched Mu Chen's strong and powerful chest, which excited Mu Chen even more. Wen Shu held back her moans. Mu Chen's tongue pried open Wen Shu's teeth, and Wen Shu murmured intermittently.

At this moment, Wen Shu's once bright and captivating eyes were now brimming with tears, like glistening dewdrops on a lotus leaf in the morning, trembling slightly as if they might fall at any moment. Standing beside him, Mu Chen felt a surge of pity and concern. He softly asked, "What's wrong?" However, to Mu Chen's gentle question, Wen Shu only nodded repeatedly, responding with "Mmm-hmm," saying nothing more. But when she looked up at Mu Chen, her beautiful face instantly flushed crimson, as lovely as a ripe apple. Then, like a startled fawn, she quickly lowered her eyes, too shy to look directly into Mu Chen's deep and burning gaze. Wen Shu hugged Mu Chen's waist, her body feeling as if she were floating on clouds. Her hair was soaked, and she whimpered softly, clinging to Mu Chen's waist. In the darkness, the room was filled with an air of ambiguity.

By the next morning, Wen Shu had lost count of how many times she felt so sleepy and tired that she took the day off and didn't go to work.

Meanwhile, Ke Muchen remained energetic. He got up early and began his daily routine.

Wen Shu sat down, picked up a slice of toast, and slowly chewed, savoring the energy the food provided. After finishing her meal, she felt a little more energetic, but she still couldn't resist the onslaught of drowsiness. She decided not to force herself any further, went upstairs to continue sleeping, hoping to find a moment of peace and relaxation in her dreams.

Wen Shu returned to her room, drew the curtains, and made the room dark and quiet. She pulled back the covers and discovered the red stain. She changed the soiled sheets, carried them to the laundry room, and put them in the washing machine. She was worried that it would be embarrassing if the maid saw it; the red stain was so conspicuously visible on the sheet. She slept until Mu Chen got off work in the afternoon, showing how tired she was.

Mu Chen finished a busy and intense day of work. In the past, he would always choose to stay in the office and continue to work hard, even working overtime, but today, he did something different. He quickly and urgently packed the documents and office supplies on his desk into his briefcase, then hurriedly put on his coat and left the company in a rush, as if urged by an invisible force.

Along the way, Mu Chen drove at breakneck speed through the bustling streets. The colorful neon lights on both sides of the road flashed incessantly, their dazzling glow reflecting off the car windows. However, at this moment, he had no mind to appreciate the enchanting night view or the city's vibrant noise. Because at this moment, he had only one unwavering thought in his mind—to get home as quickly as possible, to be back beside the person he longed for.

After a period of rapid travel, Mu Chen finally arrived safely at the manor located in the suburbs. After parking the car, he carefully got out, afraid of making any noise that might disturb Wen Shu, who was resting inside. He tiptoed through the gate, changed into slippers, and tried not to make any noise, slowly walking through the spacious and bright living room, step by step, towards the bedroom.

When he reached the bedroom door, he noticed it was slightly ajar. Holding his breath, he crept closer and peered through the narrow crack. The room was quiet and peaceful; soft moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating Wen Shu's angelic and beautiful face.

At this moment, Wen Shu was sleeping peacefully, her breathing steady and even, like ripples on a lake caused by a gentle breeze. From her tranquil sleeping face, it was clear that she was enjoying an incredibly sweet and blissful dream.

He gently, almost cautiously, placed his hand on Wen Shu's shoulder, his movements as tender as if handling a fragile work of art. Wen Shu felt this gentle touch in her sleep and slowly opened her eyes.

Mu Chen gazed tenderly at his masterpiece from the previous night, gently pulling Wen Shu into his arms. At that moment, Wen Shu felt a little hungry, and her stomach rumbled softly.

"Aunt Hu is preparing dinner. Tidy up and come downstairs for dinner," Mu Chen said gently.

Wen Shu responded shyly.

Wen Shu took off her pajamas and went to take a shower.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom, dripping and making Mu Chen feel agitated. Worried that he might act impulsively, Mu Chen went downstairs first.

When Mu Chen returned downstairs, he saw Aunt Hu setting the plates. Mu Chen saw the fish and knew that this was Wen Shu's favorite dish.

While looking at his phone, Mu Chen waited for Wen Shu. Wen Shu changed her clothes and smelled the aroma of food from the restaurant as she came downstairs.

Aunt Hu's cooking skills are truly amazing; every dish she prepares seems to be from a high-end restaurant. Tonight, for dinner, she meticulously prepared crispy fried fish. The skin was fried to a golden-brown crisp, while the flesh was tender and juicy, emitting an irresistible aroma. She also specially prepared braised pork belly with preserved mustard greens, a dish she had enjoyed on Jinxiu Island. The pork was tender and flavorful, and the sweet and sour taste of the preserved mustard greens was perfectly balanced, leaving a lingering aftertaste.

In addition, there is the stir-fried pork liver. The pork liver is sliced ​​thinly and evenly, and the heat is just right, which not only preserves the tenderness of the pork liver but also removes the fishy smell. Paired with her special seasoning sauce, every bite is full of happiness.

To balance the flavors, Aunt Hu also prepared a colorful fruit platter, featuring bright red strawberries, golden pineapples, emerald green kiwis, and glistening grapes. These fruits not only cut through the richness of the food but also added a refreshing touch to the dinner.