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

Lin Mo's mind went blank.

Holy crap?!

Is this the plot I imagined?

He felt all the blood in his body change direction in that instant, rushing madly towards one place.

As expected of the leader of the Crimson Phoenix Hall, this is how bold and unrestrained a woman in the martial world can be!

So direct!

Stimulate!

come on!

I'm ready!

Let the storm rage on!

Lin Mo had begun to ponder whether he should show enjoyment or show a little struggle in order to satisfy Feng Niang's slight desire for conquest.

one second.

two seconds.

The air was eerily quiet.

Lin Mo's body was tense.

However, none of what I imagined happened.

Just as he was about to lose his composure and was about to look down at the progress bar...

From under the table, a fair and delicate hand, as white as jade, gracefully reached out.

In that hand, she was clutching the chopsticks she had just dropped.

Lin Mo: "???"

The expression on his face froze.

The next second, the fiery red figure stood up with unparalleled elegance.

The hem of her skirt swayed slightly, without a single wrinkle.

Feng Niang's face still held that naturally alluring smile.

Her fox-like eyes were watery, as if nothing had happened.

She held the chopsticks, her rosy lips slightly pouting, and gently blew a breath towards the tips of the chopsticks.

"Phew~"

That movement was both innocent and alluring.

Seeing this, Lin Mo's anger, which had just subsided, suddenly flared up again.

"Young Master Lin~"

Feng Niang held the chopsticks and handed them to Lin Mo, her voice so sweet and charming it could melt your heart.

"The chopsticks fell down~"

Lin Mo: "..."

Holy crap!

My pants are... cough, I've built up all this emotion, and you're playing this on me?!

That vixen! She definitely did it on purpose!

Lin Mo was furious at that moment!

It was a mixture of anger from being teased and malice from being provoked.

The two fires mixed together burned him so badly he almost lost his mind.

We can't take it anymore.

If I keep holding back, I'm not a man, I'm a Ninja Turtle!

The next second, Lin Mo moved.

He did not take the chopsticks that were handed to him.

Instead, with a flick of his wrist, as fast as lightning, he grabbed Feng Niang's slender, fair wrist.

"oops!"

Feng Niang exclaimed in surprise, and the chopsticks in her hand fell to the ground with a "clatter" once again.

This time, however, nobody cared about the chopsticks.

Feng Niang felt a slight pain from his grip; the scalding heat from his wrist and the irresistible force caused a crack to appear in the smile on her face.

But instead of panic, a more excited flame ignited in those captivating eyes.

She knew it.

Men all fall for this.

"Young Master Lin, you're hurting me..."

Fengniang tried to pull her hand away, but it was gripped even tighter.

Lin Mo ignored her completely, and with his other hand he braced himself on the table and stood up abruptly, the force of which pulled Feng Niang off the chair.

Fengniang stumbled and uncontrollably crashed into his arms.

The familiar warmth and softness, the familiar amazing touch.

But this time, Lin Mo did not hesitate at all.

He stretched lazily, used his arm strength, and with a short gasp from Feng Niang, he picked her up horizontally.

"ah!"

Now it was Fengniang's turn to panic.

That's not how the script was written!

Shouldn't it be a push-and-shove, a push-and-pull, a scene of feigned resistance, with the two of you arguing at the dinner table?

Why did it fast forward to the scene where they took him away?

"Young Master Lin, you...you haven't finished your meal yet!"

Fengniang's mind raced, trying to find a reason to make him stop.

Lin Mo carried her, walking straight towards the bedroom without stopping.

He looked down at the fairy still struggling in his arms, a cold smile curving his lips.

"I'm full."

"Now, it's time to eat you."

boom!

Feng Niang froze, her mind went blank, and only Lin Mo's explicit words echoed in her ears.

It’s over.

This evil dragon seems to have truly been provoked by itself.

Will it hurt a lot in a little while?

With a "bang".

Lin Mo kicked open the bedroom door and strode to the bedside.

He showed no mercy, and with a flick of his arm, threw Feng Niang, whom he was holding, onto the soft bed.

"what!"

Feng Niang let out a charming gasp and fell heavily onto the soft bedding.

That fiery red dress, against the snow-white sheets, resembled a wildly burning flame.

The hem of her skirt billowed up due to the violent movement, revealing a large expanse of smooth, white skin.

Feng Niang was thrown around in a daze, her hair disheveled, with a few strands of black hair sticking to her flushed cheeks, making her look somewhat alluring in her disheveled state.

Before she could react, a dark figure had already pressed down on her.

Lin Mo leaned down, bracing his arms on either side of Feng Niang's body, completely trapping her beneath him.

The two were so close that they could feel each other's hot breath.

The scent, a blend of wine and a woman's fragrance, acted like a powerful catalyst, causing the room temperature to skyrocket.

Feng Niang lay on her back, looking at Lin Mo's gloomy face above her, at his eyes burning with flames, her heart pounding as if it would jump out of her throat.

Scared?

A little.

But more than anything, it was an unprecedented excitement that sent shivers down her spine!

She licked her slightly dry red lips, and instead of begging for mercy, she took the initiative to stretch out her arms and wrap them around Lin Mo's neck.

"Giggle giggle..."

She laughed, her voice husky and charming, like a cat's claws scratching at Lin Mo's heart.

"Young Master Lin is so fierce, does he really want to devour me?"

As she spoke, she deliberately straightened her body, pressing her proud, soft breasts even more tightly against his chest.

That vixen!

Even as death looms, they're still stirring up trouble!

Lin Mo stopped wasting words, leaned down, and directly silenced those chattering red lips with a kiss.

"Hmm!"

Feng Niang's eyes widened instantly.

This kiss was completely different from the last gentle kiss that smelled of medicine.

This kiss was aggressive and possessive.

He was domineering and forceful, giving her no chance to breathe or resist.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Mo finally released her.

Fengniang gasped for breath, her chest heaving violently, her fox-like eyes misty and completely unfocused.

Looking at the man beneath him, completely conquered by him, Lin Mo's lust burned even brighter.

He raised his hand and slowly slid it down her graceful neck.

It grazed her delicate collarbone and stopped at that most alluring view.

Feng Niang's breathing stopped instantly.

She could feel that Lin Mo's hand wasn't touching her directly, but hovering there through the thin fabric, carrying a scorching heat.

The torment of almost touching but not touching is more unsettling and makes one feel weak all over than a direct touch.

"Young master..."

Fengniang finally regained her voice, but it was as soft as a pool of spring water.

"No...don't rush..."

"urgent?"

"Who rushed over just now when I was about to eat?"

Lin Mo gently tugged at the fiery red hem of her skirt with both hands.

hiss-

The sound of the long dress tearing was exceptionally clear in the quiet bedroom.

A swathe of spring light, accompanied by Fengniang's suppressed moans, echoed throughout the room...