Chapter 72

Eternal First Night Sealing Divine Technique (永久初夜封印神功)

Standing at the entrance of the bedroom, Xiaoming took a deep breath and firmly held the letter containing the secret given to him by his mother. As the sweet fragrance wafted from his wife's quarters and her honey-dripping voice reached his ears, he stood there, his face blank, frozen in place. When he stopped in front of the quarters, the giggling voices of the maidservants could be heard, and before he knew it, he was pushed into the room by their hands, as if being sucked in.

*creak*

The door closed behind him with a sound like a scene from a horror movie. Turning his head to confirm the closed door, he swallowed naturally.

*gulp*

"Please come over. M... M... L... L..."

At his wife's voice, he walked forward as if hypnotized, and the atmosphere of the room began to register in his eyes. By the head of the bed, incense was slowly releasing a sweet fragrance, and the lantern light seemed to have a reddish hue. Looking towards the lantern, he saw that a thin, red cloth had been placed over the lantern shade.

'The atmosphere is almost like...'

It felt like the atmosphere of a love hotel from a past life. With awkward movements, he approached the bed where his wife was sitting. From behind the gauze curtain, his wife spoke to him.

"Did you have any trouble getting here because of the formation? I should have told the maidservants to wait outside. I made a mistake."

Her voice was the same as usual, but strangely, her last words sounded moist and damp.

"No, no. I was a bit surprised, but the maidservants arrived in time, and I found my way well. Anyway, did you have something you wanted to talk about in the middle of the night?"

At his question, his wife seemed to hesitate for a moment before answering in a slightly trembling voice.

"Yes, w... would you like to sit down?"

Realizing that his wife was sitting on the bed and he was standing in front of her, he turned his head to look for a table and chair in her room. As he walked over to sit down, his wife gently suggested.

"L... L... Lord, this way..."

From behind the curtain, his wife pointed to the spot next to her, inviting him to sit beside her. At that moment, her slender, white fingertips became like the worm on the fishing line of Jiang Taigong, and he was a mindless young carp.

'Huh?'

Something important seemed to come to mind, but with his wife's moist voice, the red lighting, the sweet incense, and the ultimate combination of the bed, his body slowly moved to pull back the curtain and head towards her side.

When he pulled back the curtain, the first thing he saw was his wife's face. She was always beautiful, but it seemed she had put on some makeup before bed. Her face, revealed in the soft red light, looked even more beautiful. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and as she moved to make room for him, a scent sweeter than the incense wafted to his nose, though he couldn't tell if it was from the incense burner or her body.

Sitting on the bed next to her, he felt as if he would lose his mind from the scent. It was as if he was drunk, and a strong alcohol smell seemed to be coming from his nose. His heart began to beat roughly, as if crawling up his throat.

*thump thump*

The rough heartbeat felt like it could cause a heart attack if left unchecked. The sound of his heart beating wildly filled his ears, while the room was enveloped in silence.

'What, what should I say?'

He couldn't think of anything to say, any words to use. As he pondered what to say, his wife's voice, like dew, came from beside him.

"A, a little hot."

Zhuge Qing fanned her face with her hand. The scene of his wife fanning herself became a nail, and her hand movements felt like a hammer striking his eyes.

Only then did he realize what his wife was wearing.

'Black gauze!?'

The material of her clothes was something one would wear in the middle of summer, or perhaps only when sleeping alone—raw silk, finely woven into gauze. She was wearing a gauze jacket and skirt, both black and exuding a sexy allure.

The saliva that had been flowing down his throat naturally flowed into his airway.

In the shocked situation, his esophagus and airway had switched roles.

*choke cough!*

When he suddenly started coughing, his wife was startled and asked him if he was okay.

"Are, are you alright? Lord?"

Covering his mouth with one hand and raising the other to indicate he was fine, he tried to calm her down. In the soft red light, he saw the chest guard under her gauze jacket, and his coughing worsened.

*ahem! cough cough!*

"Oh, L, Lord!"

His wife grabbed one of his arms and wrapped her shoulder around him, checking on his well-being. The soft, pudding-like texture of her skin was felt.

When his coughing stopped and he raised his head, he found himself half-embraced by his wife, their faces close together. Both of them were startled and quickly pulled back.

His wife's concerned voice came again.

"Are you, are you alright now, Lord?"

"I'm, I'm fine."

Silence again.

During the silence, his wife began to fidget with her feet on the bed. After a moment, she seemed to make a decision, clenching the bed and moving a little closer to him.

*creak*

Initially, there was enough space for one person to sit between them, but after he coughed, they had ended up sitting very close. Now, startled, they had moved apart again, and she seemed to be trying to close the distance.

At the same time, a sound like something being squeezed could be heard near his ear. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw that the corner of the bed where his wife's hand was gripping was being pressed in real-time, as if screaming in pain.

His heart, which had been beating excitedly, suddenly turned cold, and now it began to beat with fear instead.

*thump thump*

Only then did the warning from his father-in-law and his wife's condition come to mind.

'When you are excited, happy, or angry, you release more energy than you have, so be careful...'

Judging from his father-in-law's words, his wife was currently caught in a torrent of intense emotions. He could clearly understand what the atmosphere in the room and his wife's actions meant from the moment he entered.

'Why, why now?! I'm grateful, but why now!'

For some reason, his wife had put in a lot of effort, from the atmosphere to her attire, but if he made a mistake here, he would likely be found cold in the morning.

The bed corner where his wife was gripping was showing more and more distinct handprints.

This was the greatest crisis in Liu Qingyun's life.

His wife, leaving handprints on the bed edge as if tearing it apart, was moving closer to him. He, in turn, moved sideways like a crab to avoid her.

*creak*

His movement only made his wife follow him more closely.

*click*

Feeling something behind him, he turned his head to find that he was already against the bedpost.

With no more room to retreat and no time to hesitate, he knew he would be squeezed the moment he was caught by her hand.

As his wife leaned in to get closer, he reached out and blocked her forehead, shouting.

"Wait, wait."

"Eh?"

His wife's surprised voice.

Then, pulling her forehead to his chest, he said.

"I didn't marry you for this."

'Brother, did I meet you for this?'

A phrase that women would say in a past life, but he, a man, had to say it in reverse.

Tears of blood flowed in his heart.

To prevent any misunderstanding, he quickly continued.

"Do you know how much I love you? I want to possess everything about you right now."

Then, his chest grew warm, and his wife's trembling voice came from his embrace.

"Y, you can."

'Ah!'

The happy death was beckoning him with open arms.

Feeling like he was walking a tightrope between life and death, he desperately spoke to his wife.

"But! How can I take you, someone I love and cherish, like a thief in the night, when I'm not even a gentleman?"

"T, then, shall we try during the day?"

His wife's response, full of determination, was very painful to hear.

He had to bite his thigh to speak.

"No, that's not what I mean. I want to be a man who can stand tall before my father-in-law and you. I don't want to be a coward who can't even pay the bride price. So, I will do whatever it takes to pay the bride price as soon as possible. Can you wait for a little while?"

Then, his wife, Zhuge Qing, who had been clinging to him like a cicada, looked up at him with teary eyes and whispered.

"I, I didn't know you had such deep intentions..."

Then, with a look of gratitude, she wrapped her arms around him and clung to him.

"Lord! My wild mouse!"

*creak*

*choke!*

His wife said something incomprehensible while hugging him, and his ribs were painfully squeezed.

*crack*

A sound like something breaking echoed in his body