Marrying a White Snake Wife is Super Cool

Zhao Qiao’Er, huddled under the blanket, said:

“Close nephew, what are you talking about? How could your aunt not be shy?”

Even someone as carefree as Zhao Qiao’Er would be embarrassed in a situation like this.

The liquid squeezed from that towel… it was all hers!

‘It’s like I was just that thirsty.’

Lu Yuan didn’t answer Zhao Qiao’Er directly.

Instead, his gaze fell upon her jade-like feet peeking out from under the blanket.

Lu Yuan’s eyes lit up.

These plump, jade-like feet were a testament to the beginning of the bond between him and Zhao Qiao’Er.

Without a word, Lu Yuan lifted Zhao Qiao’Er’s foot.

He lowered his head, pressing the tip of his nose against the sole of her foot and sniffing.

It wasn’t just the scent of rose petals from her bath; there was also another strange, indescribable aroma.

Although the scent was odd, Lu Yuan found it intoxicating and became obsessed.

‘This must be Zhao Qiao’Er’s natural scent.’

Hiding under the blanket, Zhao Qiao’Er couldn’t help but shudder.

Zhao Qiao’Er tried to pull her foot back, wanting to escape Lu Yuan’s grasp, and asked:

“Sweetheart, what are you doing?”

Seeing Zhao Qiao’Er deliberately trying to pull away, Lu Yuan replied with a mischievous grin:

“What am I doing? You’ll find out in a moment.”

“D-didn’t you just finish?” Zhao Qiao’Er asked in a low voice.

Zhao Qiao’Er was shocked. ‘Since when did my close nephew become so vigorous?’

‘How long has it been?’

‘Barely five or six minutes.’

‘How should I put this… he can’t be so reckless. He’ll damage his foundation and be useless in the future.’

But who was Lu Yuan?

With the blessing of his Holy Body, his constitution was incredibly resilient.

If the person who wrote the “Holy Body” Secret Manual knew that Lu Yuan was using this Cultivation Method for *this*, they would be angry enough to climb out of their coffin.

‘I’ve never seen such a shameless person, using a perfectly good Cultivation Method for such deviant purposes.’

But there was nothing to be done. That was just the kind of person Lu Yuan was—he had no grand ambitions.

Lu Yuan paid no mind to Zhao Qiao’Er’s struggles. He simply pried her right big toe apart and began sucking on it.

‘Oh my god, this is so fragrant,’ Lu Yuan thought.

At that moment, Zhao Qiao’Er felt as if she’d been electrocuted, a tingling numbness spreading through her.

Unable to bear it, Zhao Qiao’Er threw off the blanket. She looked at Lu Yuan with a mixture of shame and anger and said:

“You bad nephew, all you know is how to bully your aunt. Why don’t you just eat me all up?”

Lu Yuan wore a roguish expression as he asked, “Aunt Zhao, are you still mad at your nephew?”

Lu Yuan looked as if he was about to devour Zhao Qiao’Er all over again.

As he spoke, his hands began to wander.

Zhao Qiao’Er’s face grew even redder, and it felt a bit feverish to the touch.

Zhao Qiao’Er hurriedly begged for mercy, “I won’t say it again, I won’t! My close nephew is the best.”

Having had his fill of sucking, Lu Yuan finally let go of Zhao Qiao’Er’s foot.

‘Sure enough, you can’t just coddle a woman. You have to conquer her.’

‘At least, Zhao Qiao’Er is the type of woman who responds to a firm hand, not a soft touch.’

Lu Yuan held the now-docile Zhao Qiao’Er and said:

“Now, that’s more like it. What’s there to be formal about between us?

Why were you being so secretive? What’s there to be embarrassed about?”

Zhao Qiao’Er whispered, “I’m the mother of a four-year-old, and I still get so… wet. Of course I’m embarrassed!”

Lu Yuan patted Zhao Qiao’Er and said, “If you ask me, it’s because we don’t have enough kids! We should hurry up and make another one.”

Zhao Qiao’Er completely agreed with Lu Yuan’s idea. “Tomorrow, you figure out a good day, and then you can fill me up completely. I’ll definitely get pregnant.”

“Alright!”

Lu Yuan planted a firm kiss on Zhao Qiao’Er’s forehead.

It seemed as if Zhao Qiao’Er alone wasn’t enough to satisfy Lu Yuan.

His interest piqued, Lu Yuan asked:

“Auntie, I have a Technique that allows for spatial transfer. Should we ask Aunt Song to come play with us?”

“Is that true? How come I’ve never seen it before?” Zhao Qiao’Er asked curiously.

“It’s just a minor Technique. I learned it a year ago,” Lu Yuan said, patting his bare chest.

“Then my close nephew will have to give his aunt a good show. Go on, transfer your Aunt Song over here,” Zhao Qiao’Er said, half-believing him.

For Lu Yuan, this kind of spatial transfer Array was already second nature.

Under the right circumstances, Lu Yuan could even create his own space.

After all, Lu Yuan currently had the power of the Star Monarch Realm.

“Mhm, just watch, Aunt Zhao.”

Lu Yuan lay flat on his back to Zhao Qiao’Er’s right, facing the ceiling. He used both his hands to draw an Array in front of him.

Once the Array was formed, Lu Yuan gave a soft shout, “Open!”

At that moment, Song Meiqin was in her own room.

Song Meiqin had just lulled her son, Lu Zhishen, to sleep. After washing her feet, she was about to get into bed.

Song Meiqin took off her outer clothes and was just about to sit on the bed.

Lu Yuan’s spatial Array opened at that exact moment, teleporting Song Meiqin over.

Song Meiqin felt herself sit down, but she didn’t land on the edge of the bed. Her body kept sinking downwards, as if she were about to fall to the floor.

As fate would have it, the teleported Song Meiqin landed with her rear right on Lu Yuan’s face.

Song Meiqin thought she had missed the bed entirely and let out a startled cry.

Seeing Song Meiqin sitting on Lu Yuan’s face, Zhao Qiao’Er exclaimed in delighted surprise:

“Sweetheart, you’re amazing! You really did teleport your Aunt Song over.”

Lu Yuan heard Zhao Qiao’Er’s praise, but unfortunately, his face was completely smothered by Song Meiqin’s behind.

Lu Yuan said with great difficulty, “Aunt Song, hurry up and get off!”

Still dazed for a moment, Song Meiqin turned her head to look at the room’s furnishings.