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

Xu Wenya smelled the strong masculine scent emanating from Lin Mo.

I felt my legs go weak and my mind went blank.

"Ah...yeah, I even forgot what you like to eat. My memory is terrible..."

The more Xu Wenya spoke, the lower her head became.

It was almost buried in that deep ravine.

"Well... if there's nothing else, I'll be going now!"

She dared not look into Lin Mo's eyes again and slipped under his arm.

They brushed past each other.

Xu Wenya's body inevitably bumped into Lin Mo's chest.

The cool gauze dress touching the burning hot muscles sent a shiver down her spine.

But in my heart, I felt a strange emptiness.

Even though she was in her own room, she had already mustered up her courage.

She vowed to give herself to him tonight and become his rightful wife.

Why?

Why is it that when I actually stand in front of him, I can't even utter a complete sentence?

That was a complete failure.

Xu Wenya, you are a complete coward.

She doesn't even have the courage to fight for her own man!

Xu Wenya's eyes welled up with tears.

Moisture quickly gathered in my eyes, blurring my vision.

The night wind grew colder, penetrating directly through the thin gauze dress.

My steps felt a little unsteady on the bluestone slabs.

I was about to step out of the hospital gate.

Snapped.

A warm, large hand suddenly gripped her slender wrist like an iron clamp.

Xu Wenya trembled.

"Eighth Sister-in-law".

Lin Mo's voice sounded from behind.

"I suddenly remembered that there's a 'new dish' that I really like recently, but I haven't had a chance to try it yet."

"How about... Eighth Sister-in-law, do me the trouble to make some for me to try tonight?"

Xu Wenya stood there, stunned.

She turned her head in surprise, her eyes still wet with tears, staring blankly at Lin Mo.

"Wh...what dish?"

"What was your name again...?"

Looking at Xu Wenya's adorable yet alluring appearance, Lin Mo's lips curled into a wicked smile.

The incident happened so suddenly that he couldn't figure it out for a moment.

But now, he understands everything.

This person isn't here to ask for recipes; they're clearly here to deliver food.

Since the shy little lamb has been offered to us, how can we not eat it?

Lin Mo's gaze followed Xu Wenya's slender swan neck and slid down.

I peered through the semi-transparent veil and stared intently at the snow-white skin that seemed about to burst forth.

"Hiss—why is it so cold outside?"

Lin Mo suddenly interrupted.

He rubbed his arms, then suddenly exerted force with his wrist, pulling Xu Wenya back.

"Sister-in-law is dressed so lightly, she must be freezing!"

"Come on, let's go inside and talk slowly."

"what?"

Before Xu Wenya could react, Lin Mo had already half-embraced and half-carried her across the threshold.

boom.

Lin Mo slammed the door shut behind him.

Perfectly fitted.

There were no lights on inside.

Only a few rays of moonlight shone through the window.

Dim.

ambiguous.

Xu Wenya's back slammed heavily against the hard door panel.

The next second, Lin Mo's tall body pressed down on him.

He braced his hands on the wooden planks on either side of her face, trapping her tightly in his arms.

The distance is too close.

Xu Wenya was so close that she could clearly hear Lin Mo's heavy, powerful heartbeat.

He was so close that his hot breath sprayed all over her nose and lips.

"Lin...Lin Mo..."

Xu Wenya's voice trembled.

He placed his hands on that hard, burning chest.

I can't bear to push it away, but I'm terribly anxious if I don't.

"Eighth Sister-in-law".

Lin Mo lowered his head, his nose almost touching Xu Wenya's nose.

"Are you going to let me eat this dish or not?"

Xu Wenya's breath hitched, and her mind went blank.

So, he knew.

He saw right through it all.

Her eyelashes trembled violently, and Xu Wenya closed her eyes resignedly.

Lin Mo chuckled softly.

His warm, large hand followed the curve of her waist and pressed against it without any resistance.

Through that gossamer-thin gauze dress.

The heat from her palms pressed directly against Xu Wenya's soft skin.

That slender waist, so delicate it could be encircled by one hand, was incredibly supple.

Lin Mo's fingertips gently caressed the soft flesh of her waist.

"Well……"

Xu Wenya's legs completely lost their strength, and a sweet, nasal sound uncontrollably escaped her lips.

"Since Eighth Sister-in-law doesn't say anything, I'll take that as a yes."

"Ninth Sister said..."

Xu Wenya bit her red lips, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Ninth Sister said... she can't just occupy the title of sister-in-law and eat and drink for free in the mansion..."

"I want...I want to be your real woman!"

These words seemed to drain all her courage.

She went limp like a pool of spring water.

Only because my back was pressed against the door panel did I not slip down.

Lin Mo's hand stopped moving.

It turned out to be the case.

Is it because he's afraid of neglecting them?

There are many people and eyes in this mansion now. Qin Ruxue can lead troops, and Chu Mengyao can manage accounts.

Even that little girl from southern Xinjiang can swing a sledgehammer.

These two sisters-in-law usually stayed in their boudoirs embroidering and didn't even dare to speak loudly.

Was it forced out of them that they developed a sense of crisis?

This sense of crisis is good!

If it weren't for this sense of crisis...

How could the gentle and reserved Eighth Sister-in-law possibly dress up like this and offer herself up to us?

"it is good."

Lin Mo bent down and scooped the person up in his arms.

"ah!"

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Xu Wenya let out a soft cry, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around Lin Mo's neck.

"Then I'll do as my wife says. Tonight, you'll be my woman, Lin Mo's woman!"

Lin Mo strode to the canopy bed and threw the person in his arms directly into the soft brocade quilt.

The light blue gauze dress completely unfurled as she tumbled around.

The already pitifully small, same-color strapless top slipped down to its lowest point.

Freed from their final restraints, the two astonishingly white mounds sprang forth.

It swayed slightly in the cool moonlight, so white it was dazzling.

Lin Mo tore off his bathrobe and casually tossed it on the ground.

He leaned in and pressed forward.

He forcefully squeezed one knee between her closed legs, slowly dismantling her defenses without giving her a chance to refuse.

Xu Wenya covered her face with her hands, her body trembling uncontrollably like a leaf falling in the wind.

The blush spread from her ears all the way down, and even her slender neck and chest were flushed with an alluring pink.

"Lin Mo, you...you be gentle..."

"I... am afraid of pain..."

A faint, almost imperceptible sound leaked out from between her fingers.

"rest assured."

"I will savor this new dish, my wife."

Lin Mo bent down.

He forcefully pried her hands off her face.

Their fingers were interlocked tightly, pressing firmly against the sides of the pillow.

He lowered his head, precisely located those two trembling red lips, and kissed them deeply.

"Well……"

Xu Wenya let out a muffled groan.

The man's breath forcefully filled her mouth, rudely prying open her pearly teeth, penetrating deep inside, greedily plundering every bit of her sweetness.

Under this extremely aggressive offensive, Xu Wenya's originally tense and stiff body began to melt away little by little.

Unconsciously, the suppressed hands loosened their grip and took the initiative to climb onto Lin Mo's broad back.

He trimmed his nails into neat circles, then unconsciously drew red marks on his strong back muscles.

Lin Mo freed one hand and used his fingertips to pick up the last tie of the light blue gauze dress.

With a gentle tug.

The sheer fabric slid completely off her smooth shoulders.

The large palm covered it without any resistance, and the amazing elasticity and extreme smoothness instantly filled the entire palm.

Xu Wenya gasped sharply, her waist arching uncontrollably as she offered her full breasts even more eagerly into the man's hands...