Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

After the heavy rain, the air was exceptionally fresh.

early morning.

A ray of sunlight shone through the window screen, illuminating the mess in Shen Qinghe's boudoir.

On the small table beside the bed, paints and brushes lay scattered about, and the ink in the inkstone had dried.

The moon-white silk nightgown was crumpled into a ball and carelessly tossed on the floor.

"My husband..."

A soft, sweet murmur rang out, and Lin Mo slowly opened his eyes.

He looked down and saw Shen Qinghe's beautiful and refined face, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, and the corners of her mouth turned up as if she were having a sweet dream.

"My wife, wake up, it's dawn."

Lin Mo gently kissed her smooth face.

"Um……"

Shen Qinghe let out a languid sound, her eyelids twitched, and she slowly opened them.

Her eyes, still a little hazy from just waking up, instantly softened into a pool of spring water, brimming with love, once she recognized Lin Mo.

After a night of passion, Shen Qinghe's once fragile and lonely heart was no more.

Now that she has a husband, she feels completely fulfilled.

Shen Qinghe snuggled closer to Lin Mo, wanting to savor the tenderness of the morning.

As a result, Lin Mo's words ruined the sweet atmosphere.

"My lady, let's begin the lesson."

"?"

The sweetness on Shen Qinghe's face froze instantly.

Attend class?

What kind of classes are we taking?

The next second, she suddenly remembered.

last night……

I felt like I was being tormented by this scoundrel to the point of losing my mind, and I was forced to agree to his request to teach me to draw.

But the thought of Lin Mo learning it and then drawing it on my body...

The feeling of that cool calligraphy brush gliding across my back...

That tingling, itchy sensation, that you just can't escape...

Thinking of all this, Shen Qinghe shook her head repeatedly, her little head shaking like a rattle drum.

"don't want……"

She pulled the blanket up over her head, wrapping herself up like a silkworm.

A muffled sound came from under the covers from Shen Qinghe.

"My husband... is a bad person, I won't teach him."

Lin Mo was taken aback upon hearing this.

Ok?

That little girl, I used up all my strength last night, and she completely drained me.

After all the effort I've put in, how can you now try to renege on your debt?

Have you learned to break your word?

Lin Mo put on a stern face, and his tone became mischievous.

"Not teach?"

"Then don't blame me for... 'bullying' my wife like I did last night!"

He deliberately emphasized the word "bully".

There was a two-second silence under the covers.

Then, lift a small crack.

Shen Qinghe poked her head out from inside, covering the lower half of her face with the blanket, revealing only her big, watery eyes.

"Bully... then bully..."

"Anyway, I won't teach..."

Shen Qinghe muttered softly.

That expression held three parts shyness, three parts grievance, and four parts... anticipation?

Seeing Shen Qinghe's gaze, Lin Mo's heart skipped a beat.

What's going on?

This art style is off!

We fought a fierce battle last night, and we're completely out of ammo and supplies!

Want it again first thing in the morning?

This artistic goddess was an innocent little rabbit before she was developed, but how did she turn into a big bad wolf after being developed?

Are they not getting enough to eat?

Seeing that Lin Mo hadn't made a move for a long time, Shen Qinghe even became a little anxious.

She peeked out from under the covers a little more, her voice even softer and tinged with shyness.

"No... I'm not trying to bully them."

Why aren't you moving...?

As she spoke, Shen Qinghe stretched out her little feet, which were wrapped in the quilt, and gently rubbed them against Lin Mo's thigh.

Seeing Shen Qinghe's shy and alluring yet somewhat eager appearance, Lin Mo almost pounced on her again.

Fortunately, reason told him that the mission was the priority!

"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony..."

Lin Mo grinned mischievously and pounced on Shen Qinghe.

Shen Qinghe gasped, then shyly closed her eyes, appearing ready to be pampered, awaiting the onslaught of the storm.

Lin Mo leaned down, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and gently kissed her lips.

Just when Shen Qinghe was completely succumbing to temptation and thought the "bullying" was about to begin...

Lin Mo's hand suddenly changed direction, aiming directly at the soft flesh on her waist!

"Take this!"

"ah!"

Shen Qinghe suddenly opened her eyes, and before she could react, an unbearable itch instantly spread throughout her body.

"Hahaha... Husband... What are you doing...?"

"Stop...stop scratching...haha...it tickles..."

Shen Qinghe writhed wildly on the bed, but she couldn't escape Lin Mo's clutches no matter what she did.

I almost laughed until I cried.

"Should we teach them or not?"

Lin Mo scratched himself while questioning her.

"No... I won't teach you... Haha... It tickles... Husband... You're cheating... Haha..."

Shen Qinghe remained defiant.

"Still being stubborn?"

Lin Mo increased the pressure, using both hands to target her ticklish spots.

"Hahahaha... I was wrong! My husband, I was wrong... Teach me! I'll teach you, okay!"

"Stop it... I'm dying of laughter... Waaah..."

Seeing that she had surrendered, Lin Mo stopped.

Shen Qinghe was laughing so hard she could hardly breathe. She lay in Lin Mo's arms, her body covered in sweat, and punched his chest repeatedly with her small fists.

"You big bad guy! My husband is a big bad guy!"

……

After breakfast, Lin Mo and Shen Qinghe sat head to head on the cushioned floor.

The two were carefully assembling the guqin that had been disassembled into pieces.

After a night of air drying, the moisture on the zither had completely dissipated.

"My lord, this should be placed here..."

Shen Qinghe held a wooden part smaller than a fingernail and pointed softly to a groove on the body of the instrument.

She changed into a light blue long dress, and her long hair was tied up with a simple wooden hairpin, revealing a section of her fair and beautiful neck.

She looked like a lotus flower blooming after the rain, fresh and elegant.

However, compared to the timid little white rabbit she was yesterday, she is clearly different today.

Those watery eyes would glance at Lin Mo every now and then, filled with sticky affection, making Lin Mo's heart itch.

Once this artistic goddess is developed, will she have such a strong staying power?

As Lin Mo sighed, he reached out his hand, pretending to take the small part.

"Let me see, is this the place?"

His fingers inadvertently touched Shen Qinghe's soft, boneless little hand.

Smooth and warm.

Shen Qinghe's body trembled slightly, but she did not pull her hand back.

Instead, she let Lin Mo hold her hand, and her little hand even curled up slightly in his palm, like a spoiled kitten.

And so, the two of them, hand in hand and shoulder to shoulder, dawdled for a long time before finally managing to put the last part back in.

A perfectly intact guqin reappeared before the two of them.

"alright."

Lin Mo clapped his hands, looking triumphant.

Shen Qinghe was so excited that she couldn't speak when she saw the guqin that she had lost and found again.

She stretched out her slender fingers and gently plucked a string.

"Zheng—"

A clear and melodious piano note rang out, ethereal and far-reaching, without a trace of impurity.

The tone is perfect!

"Thank you, my husband!"

Shen Qinghe hugged Lin Mo's neck tightly, and her soft lips, carrying a hint of orchid fragrance, precisely pressed against Lin Mo's lips.