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

The night is already deep.

After Jiang Zhiwei ran out of the room, she did not disturb anyone else.

After thinking for a moment, she ran straight to Qingya Residence, which was not far away next door.

In this household, she usually had the best relationship with Shen Qinghe. The two of them were both quiet and could talk to each other.

Shen Qinghe was sitting by the window in a daze, her beautiful eyes gazing at the moonlight outside. She held a book of poems in her hand, but hadn't turned a single page for a long time.

Her beautiful and refined face was filled with an unyielding sorrow.

Since Lin Mo's accident, Shen Qinghe has lost a lot of weight, lost her appetite, and couldn't sleep well.

Just then, the door was pushed open with a "bang".

Jiang Zhiwei ran in, panting.

"Qinghe...he...he..."

Jiang Zhiwei was still the same; she could barely utter a few words in a long time.

"Seventh Sister, speak slowly, what's wrong?"

Shen Qinghe got up and helped her up.

"woke up!"

Jiang Zhiwei finally uttered the two most crucial words.

"Awake? Who's awake?"

Shen Qinghe didn't react for a moment.

"Lin Mo!"

Shen Qinghe's mind went blank for a moment, as if a buzz had gone off.

The next second, she lifted her skirt and rushed out like a madwoman, so fast that Jiang Zhiwei was stunned.

……

"Bang!"

Lin Mo had just finished putting on his pants when the door was violently kicked open once again.

A graceful figure, accompanied by a fragrant breeze, rushed over like lightning.

"My husband!"

With a sob in her voice, Shen Qinghe rushed straight towards Lin Mo, her two slender arms tightly gripping his neck, as if afraid he would run away again.

Lin Mo was knocked so hard he stumbled and almost fell back onto the bed.

"Cough cough... Wife, be gentle..."

The warm, soft body in his arms was so tight he could hardly breathe.

Shen Qinghe ignored him completely and simply buried her face in his chest.

The grievances and fears suppressed for seven days finally erupted at this moment, turning into scalding tears that quickly soaked Lin Mo's clothes.

Jiang Zhiwei followed her in.

She looked at the two people embracing tightly, and a rare hint of envy appeared on her adorable little face.

Jiang Zhiwei quietly slipped out, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.

The room was left just the two of them.

Only Shen Qinghe's soft sobs remained.

Lin Mo gently patted her back, softly comforting her:

"Okay, okay, stop crying. I'm fine now, aren't I?"

"You scared me to death!"

Shen Qinghe punched him lightly, then raised her pretty face, which was streaked with tears, her beautiful eyes red and swollen from crying.

"Where did you go? Why are you so badly injured?"

"this……"

Lin Mo's eyes darted away.

The matter of the witch is too bizarre to discuss for now, lest they worry.

"It was just an adventure in the mountains. I accidentally triggered a trap and got blown up. It was a minor incident."

"A small-scale operation?"

Shen Qinghe was so angry that she punched him again.

"All the doctors in town say you're beyond saving! They've told us to prepare for your funeral! My second sister was so angry she even drew her sword!"

"Thanks...thanks to Seventh Sister's pills, otherwise, otherwise..."

At this point, Shen Qinghe cried again, feeling a wave of fear.

Lin Mo awkwardly touched his nose and then hugged Shen Qinghe tightly.

"Okay, okay, I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"

"I swear, this will never happen again!"

As he spoke, Lin Mo raised several fingers with utmost seriousness, his unusual solemnity making Shen Qinghe smile.

She stared intently at Lin Mo, at his face that she had regained, and suddenly, as if she had made up her mind.

So, under Lin Mo's astonished gaze, Shen Qinghe stretched out her slender hand and began to untie the belt around her waist.

Lin Mo was somewhat bewildered.

"Wife, what are you doing?"

Shen Qinghe didn't speak, but her cheeks flushed slightly as she continued to move her hands.

Her elegant long dress slipped down, revealing a close-fitting lotus-colored undergarment that perfectly showcased her shapely figure.

Her pure and refined temperament, combined with this scene, is simply the pinnacle of pure desire.

Lin Mo felt his body, which had just begun to recover, start to surge with energy again.

He seemed to understand what Shen Qinghe wanted to do.

"My wife, calm down, calm down!"

"I don't!"

Shen Qinghe suddenly raised her large, watery eyes and said stubbornly, "I want to have an heir!"

"ah??"

Lin Mo's CPU burned out.

What kind of magical brain circuit is this?

Shen Qinghe ignored all of that. She sniffed and said in a pitiful voice:

"You're always out there fighting and killing, blowing up mountains today and raiding villages tomorrow. What if... what if one day you really don't come back..."

"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!"

Lin Mo quickly covered her mouth.

"My wife, are you cursing me to die?! How can you talk like that?"

"I don't care!"

Shen Qinghe threw a tantrum, snuggling against Lin Mo incessantly.

"My eldest sister and fifth sister both have babies! I want one too! I want one now!"

Lin Mo was in a real bind.

He pointed to his chest, which was still wrapped in cotton cloth.

"My wife, calm down, my body... it can't take it!"

"My health bar was just fully restored, and now that you're here, it's going to be wiped out!"

Shen Qinghe completely ignored her.

A blush had spread from her elegant, orchid-like face to her ears.

She mustered her courage, leaned close to Lin Mo's ear, and whispered in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, her breath sweet as orchids:

"It's okay... just lie down."

"I...I'll do it myself..."

boom--!

It moves on its own?!

Lin Mo felt as if his skull had been blown off by those words.

Before he could react, a gentle yet irresistible force came through him.

Lin Mo was pushed onto the bed by Shen Qinghe.

Just as he was about to struggle, Shen Qinghe leaned over him, her two slender arms bracing on either side of his body, firmly "locking" him to the bed.

Looking down from a high vantage point.

Her long, smooth, jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, with a few strands playfully brushing against Lin Mo's cheeks, tickling her and carrying her unique, delicate fragrance.

Shen Qinghe blushed, but her eyes were unusually firm.

Then, she lowered her head, silencing Lin Mo who was about to continue babbling.

Lin Mo's struggle vanished in an instant.

Well……

That's enough.

To die beneath the peony blossoms, even as a ghost, is a romantic endeavor.

Come on, let the storm rage on!

……

The next morning.

A ray of sunlight shone into the room, and Lin Mo slowly opened his eyes.

He felt every muscle in his body was screaming in agony.

Emptiness, utter emptiness.

I feel completely drained.

Lin Mo turned his head and saw Shen Qinghe sleeping soundly beside him.

She nestled against him like a contented cat, her jade-like arm draped over his chest.

That beautiful and refined face had lost its usual aloofness, now carrying a hint of languor and charm, with the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, as if she were having a sweet dream.

Lin Mo was speechless.

He gently moved Shen Qinghe's arm away and tried to sit up.

"hiss--"

The soreness in his lower back made him gasp.

It's all over.

A famous name in one life is destroyed in one day.

If this gets out, Lin Mo, the lord of Black Wind City, was almost drained dry in bed by his own wife. How will he survive in the underworld after that?

Just as Lin Mo was grimacing, the door was gently pushed open.

Jiang Zhiwei walked in carrying a steaming bowl of medicinal soup.

She glanced at Lin Mo, who had just woken up in bed, then at Shen Qinghe, who was sleeping soundly beside her, and at the clothes scattered all over the floor...

A subtle hint of understanding flickered across that usually expressionless, adorable little face.