Reborn Fairy Wife Takes Me on a Gaggle-Fire rampage

Mu Chen sat on the comfortable sofa, menu in hand, carefully browsing each dish. He finally made his decision and pressed the room service button. A moment later, there was a soft knock at the door. Wen Shu put down her book and got up to open it. A waiter in a neat uniform stood outside, pushing a cart full of food, a polite smile on his face.

Wen Shu stepped aside to let the waiter into the room, and the waiter skillfully pushed the food cart to the table. He began to unload the dishes one by one, arranging them neatly. First was a golden-brown, fragrant roast chicken, accompanied by a fresh vegetable salad, garnished with a few bright red cherry tomatoes and vibrant green herbs. Next came a fragrant seafood soup, containing large chunks of shrimp and tender fish slices, with a few sprigs of cilantro floating on the surface, adding a touch of color.

Next came the main course: two delicate pasta dishes, sprinkled with shredded cheese and black pepper, accompanied by a small dish of olive oil for guests to add as needed. Finally, the waiter retrieved a silver insulated lid from the lower level of the cart, gently lifted it to reveal a tempting chocolate cake, decorated with a thin layer of cream and a few strawberries.

After setting out all the dishes, the waiter politely nodded to Mu Chen and Wen Shu, then pushed the empty food cart out of the room. Wen Shu closed the door, and the two smiled at each other before sitting down at the table to enjoy their delicious dinner.

After finishing his meal, Mu Chen carefully cleared away the plates, bowls, and chopsticks from the table. He gently scraped the remaining food into the trash can, ensuring the table was clean and tidy. He noticed some soup stains on the tablecloth, so he carefully wiped them with a damp cloth until the stains were completely gone.

Wen Shu gently picked up the soft bath towel, her slender fingers gliding lightly along its edge, as if savoring its warmth. She tiptoed carefully to the edge of the hot spring pool, the rising steam from the water a gentle embrace of nature. The warm water slowly washed over her ankles, the comforting touch causing her to let out a soft sigh. She slowly sat down, letting her body fully immerse herself in the water. Mu Chen held a bouquet of fresh rose petals and softly asked, "Would you like some put in?" Wen Shu nodded gently in agreement. Mu Chen then carefully scattered the soft rose petals evenly into the large hot spring pool. The petals drifted down, releasing a delicate fragrance, adding a touch of romance to the space.

Then, Mu Chen sat down, allowing them to easily discuss tomorrow's itinerary and share their thoughts and feelings. As he sat down, he gently adjusted his posture to ensure he was comfortable without disturbing Wen Shu. Mu Chen's gaze occasionally fell on Wen Shu; he seemed to be observing the petals scattering around her, or perhaps enjoying the tranquility and warmth of the moment.

The petals formed a beautiful pattern around Wen Shu, not only beautifying the environment but also serving as a silent blessing, adding a special meaning to their time together.

Mu Chen and Wen Shu sat quietly, the air filled with the scent of roses. Their unspoken understanding and comfort were palpable. In this moment, they seemed to be in a world that belonged only to the two of them, enjoying each other's company and this simple and pure happiness.

Mu Chen leaned down slightly, extending his long, strong hand and gently placing it on Wen Shu's fingers, which were as smooth and white as mutton-fat jade. His fingertips slowly caressed her skin, as if he were touching a rare treasure with utmost care.

As time went by, Mu Chen's movements became increasingly gentle. Gradually, his fingers intertwined with Wen Shu's, forming a perfect interlocking knot, their hands tightly connected.

At this moment, a gentle breeze swept by, and the rose petals in the pond danced in the wind. They were like a group of playful sprites, swaying lightly on the clear water. The petals collided and frolicked with each other, sometimes gathering into a cluster, and sometimes scattering, drawing graceful arcs in the pond.

As the petals danced merrily, the pool water began to stir. Ripples spread across the once calm surface, water splashed up, and some droplets even leaped over the edge of the pool, dripping onto the ground with a crisp, melodious sound.

Time seemed to stand still. Water from outside the pool flowed into the drain. After a long while, Mu Chen finally stood up slowly. He carefully stretched out his arms and gently lifted Wen Shu's delicate body, as if cherishing the most precious treasure in the world. Every movement was filled with tenderness and affection, as if afraid of waking the sleeping beauty in his arms.

Mu Chen walked lightly to the bedside and gently placed Wen Shu on the soft mattress. He carefully tidied her slightly wrinkled clothes and messy hair, making her look even more serene and charming. Then, Mu Chen turned and silently closed the door, seemingly wanting to shut out all the noise from the outside world, just to create a quiet and warm space for Wen Shu.

With a soft "click," Mu Chen turned off the lights in the room. Darkness instantly enveloped the entire room, but this brought no fear or unease; instead, it added a touch of tranquility and ambiguity. Mu Chen returned to the bedside, gently lifted a corner of the blanket, and slipped into the covers. He slowly approached Wen Shu, feeling the warmth emanating from her body, then stretched out his strong arms and embraced her tightly.

Wen Shu was immersed in a sweet dream, but Mu Chen's warm and strong embrace gently woke her up. She slowly opened her clear, autumn-water-like eyes, her gaze still somewhat hazy and sleepy.

Just then, Mu Chen's handsome face suddenly drew closer. He gazed at Wen Shu with deep affection, then leaned down without hesitation and kissed her luscious lips deeply. The kiss was initially gentle, but it quickly became more and more intense, as if he wanted to devour Wen Shu completely.

As the kiss deepened, Mu Chen's hands began to roam restlessly. As if possessing their own will, they skillfully moved along the curves of Wen Shu's graceful body, first gently caressing her slender waist, then gradually climbing upwards, finally resting on her soft breasts…

After a fierce struggle, the entire room seemed to have weathered a storm. The neatly folded bedding on the bed was now scattered on the floor like snowflakes, a scene of utter chaos. Wen Shu, as if exhausted by the storm, fell into a deep sleep. Her breathing was steady and gentle, like a child sleeping soundly in a sweet dream.