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

Bai Zhi looked around and her gaze quickly fell on the desk by the window.

The bouquet of flowers Lin Mo gave her last night is now quietly placed in a celadon vase.

The bottle was clearly filled with water, and the petals, instead of withering overnight, had unfolded and were even more vibrant than the night before.

A gentle breeze blew in through the half-open window, causing the flower branches to tremble and carrying a faint, delicate fragrance.

Bai Zhi stared blankly for a few seconds, then lifted the quilt and draped the fiery red dress that was lying at the foot of the bed over herself.

The long dress was loose and not tied up, hanging loosely on her body.

The scenery is breathtaking, partially hidden from view.

She was barefoot, her feet touching the cold floor. The gold rings on her ankles jingled melodiously as she walked.

Those delicate, translucent jade feet curled up slightly as they came into contact with the coolness, their toes as round and lovely as pearls.

On the table, a bowl of millet porridge was still steaming, and next to it were two plates of delicate side dishes.

A familiar aroma of rice warmed Bai Zhi's heart.

These... were her favorite foods when she was little.

How did he know?

Bai Zhi carefully moved the still-warm bowl of porridge aside and pulled out the letter that was underneath.

The letter was written in Lin Mo's flamboyant handwriting, as flamboyant as he was.

"To my beloved wife:"

"I cooked this porridge myself, remember to drink it while it's hot. You don't need to go anywhere today, just rest in the yard."

"You've worked hard these past few days. Leave everything else to me. Just get a good night's sleep, look your best, and wait for me to come back."

Seeing this, Bai Zhi felt a warm glow in her heart.

But when she saw the next item, her cheeks suddenly felt hot.

"Furthermore, the fairy performed exceptionally well last night. Her waist strength was astonishing, and her skills were divine. She truly deserves to be called the goddess descended from the heavens."

"I am very satisfied. I hope you will continue your efforts, my fairy. Once this matter is resolved, I will reward you handsomely."

What...what is all this writing?!

Bai Zhi felt her face was almost ripe.

What does it mean to have amazing waist strength? Is it a superhuman skill?

Images of their passionate lovemaking from the previous night, the creaking of the bed, and her own suppressed sobs kept flashing through her mind...

Bai Zhi crumpled the letter into a ball, but holding it in her hand, she couldn't bear to actually throw it away.

Finally, she could only unfold it again in frustration, smoothing out the wrinkles little by little with her fingertips, blushing, and spitting lightly into the air.

"You bad guy!"

……

On the other side, it was just getting light.

In the woods outside Zhenbei City, the morning mist was thick.

The chirping of birds replaced the chirping of insects from last night, and a few rays of morning light pierced through the dense canopy of trees, casting dappled light spots on the damp ground.

In the makeshift camp, veterans of the Shaking Mountain Army were huddled around a few small campfires, polishing their weapons.

The Xuanjia Guards patrolled the area like ghostly figures, and the air was filled with the chilling atmosphere of an impending battle.

Lin Mo yawned and climbed into the familiar carriage.

The carriage was dimly lit, and a faint, pleasant fragrance lingered in the air.

Chu Mengyao was fast asleep, leaning against the soft cushion.

She curled up into a ball, her usual aloofness and detachment completely gone, her sleeping face as soft as a cat's.

What's worse, there was a glistening drop of saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth, about to fall.

In my dream, at the entrance of "Wang's Steamed Bun Shop" in Zhenbei Town, the steaming bamboo steamer had just been opened.

The plump, white shepherd's purse and pork buns were lined up and waving at Chu Mengyao.

"hey-hey……"

"Steamed buns...mine..."

Chu Mengyao smacked her lips, and a drop of crystal-clear saliva finally fell.

Lin Mo almost burst out laughing.

Is this still the same strategist of the Mountain Shaking Army, who was so aloof and cunning?

She's clearly just a greedy little glutton.

He reached out, intending to wipe it off for her.

But just as he stretched his finger halfway out, a wicked thought suddenly popped into his head.

Lin Mo withdrew his hand and pinched a strand of Chu Mengyao's hair that had fallen onto her cheek.

Then, he took the soft ends of her hair, aimed them at the tip of her delicate nose, and gently scratched them back and forth.

"Um……"

Chu Mengyao's nose itched in her sleep, and she frowned impatiently, her little face scrunched up.

Seeing this, Lin Mo worked even harder.

The tuft of hair tentatively moved back and forth between the tip of her nose and her philtrum.

It's so itchy.

It's so itchy.

"Get away..."

Chu Mengyao muttered something and waved her little hands haphazardly in front of her face.

Lin Mo's smile widened, and he simply used the end of his hair to circle around the edge of her nostrils.

at last!

"Achoo!"

"Achoo!"

Chu Mengyao suddenly sneezed twice, then opened her hazy eyes.

The field of vision went from blurry to clear.

An enlarged image of a face with a wicked grin came into her view.

Lin Mo?

Lin Mo!!

Then came the beautiful dream, the itching in my nose, and the grogginess upon waking.

All the memories returned, then transformed into a raging fire of shame and anger, shooting straight to the top of Chu Mengyao's head.

When did this guy get back?

What was he doing just now?

Did he see himself drooling?!

"You big bastard!"

Chu Mengyao screamed, like a cat with its fur standing on end, and swung her small fist at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo was prepared and leaned back easily to dodge.

Chu Mengyao's punch missed its mark; she had used too much force and lost her balance, falling straight forward.

"ah!"

Just as she was about to make intimate contact with the hard carriage floor, Lin Mo stretched out his long arm and firmly encircled her waist.

Chu Mengyao bumped headfirst into his arms.

The familiar scent, the familiar temperature, and that powerful heartbeat.

Chu Mengyao's body froze instantly.

Lin Mo steadied her, but didn't let go immediately. Instead, he looked down at her and said with a grin.

"What? Is the Chu strategist trying to throw himself into my arms to relieve his lovesickness?"

"You...you let me go!"

Chu Mengyao's cheeks flushed red as she forcefully pushed Lin Mo away, frantically tidying her disheveled clothes and hair.

"Who missed you! I wanted to beat you to death!"

"Oh? A beating is a sign of affection, a scolding is a sign of love, I understand."

"You don't know anything!"

Chu Mengyao was so angry that she wanted to punch him again, but when she thought of her embarrassing situation just now, she held back.

Lin Mo found it amusing to see her angry and annoyed expression, and pulled out a still-steaming oil paper package from his pocket.

"Don't be angry, I brought you breakfast."

The oil paper package was opened, and the aroma of meat instantly filled the entire carriage.

Chu Mengyao's nose twitched unconsciously.

It smells good.

And... why does this taste so familiar?

She looked over and saw Lin Mo holding a paper package that was half-transparent from being soaked in oil, and the enticing aroma was coming from inside.

A thought flashed through Chu Mengyao's mind.

This taste...

It's a shepherd's purse and pork filling bun from Wang's Steamed Bun Shop!

It was in her dream just now... no, it was her favorite steamed bun!

Chu Mengyao's eyes widened instantly; all her shame and anger were replaced by shock at that moment.

Why would he buy this?

How did he know that this was his favorite flavor?