I transmigrated to the 1970s and became the female lead's vicious stepsister.

Chapter 58 My Wife Is in Such a Hurry

Su Lingwu gently dodged the tickling sensation near her ear; the tingling, hot breath made her dizzy.

I'm avoiding answering.

Because she hadn't thought about it, she didn't want to give a response.

Fu Linchuan could easily see through Su Lingwu's attempt to avoid him.

His eyes gleamed with a sharp light; there was no trace of drunkenness left.

The corners of his mouth were almost stretched to his ears.

"You've forgotten so quickly?"

"It seems... I need to think of something for you!"

He deftly turned the person in his arms over, pressed them against the wall behind them, and kissed them directly.

He had wanted to do this for a long time.

The moment Fu Linchuan saw her, he desperately suppressed the urge to carry her away.

But he still had reason, suppressing the intense desire in his heart until he could finally leave with his bride.

"Waaah..."

A fair neck arched alluringly, a large, honey-colored hand cradling the back of the neck.

Her petite body was confined to a small space, subject to all demands.

Their lips and teeth intertwined, their breaths stolen.

The soft, tender lips looked pitiful under the storm of abuse.

The fresh aroma becomes increasingly intense as it ferments over time.

They nuzzled each other's noses affectionately.

"Do you remember now?"

His deep, husky voice tickled Su Lingwu's ears, an itch that went straight to her heart.

Her eyes, which were originally clear and moist as if they had been soaked in spring water, now had a deeper look.

Fu Linchuan couldn't help but kiss him again, this time with less eagerness and more tenderness and indulgence.

"Wife, I want to hear what you have to say."

He wanted to hear his wife say with her own voice that she loved him and was willing to give herself to him.

Su Lingwu leaned against the wall, breathing in the fresh air rapidly.

She thought to herself, "How can this man be so childish? If I don't say anything, is he going to kiss me to death?"

At a time like this, why are you still concerned about these empty words?

She cares more about what she does than what she says.

Actions speak louder than words.

Her captivating eyes lifted slightly, flashing with a hint of nonchalant cunning.

Her slender fingers poked at Fu Linchuan's chest. "Are you sure... you want to waste such an important moment on something trivial?"

The muscles beneath his fingertips suddenly tensed, and a fierce flame flickered deep within his eyes.

"ah!"

The world spun around.

In a flash, the room went dark.

Looking up, the person's clothes had vanished.

Broad, powerful arms and a beautiful eight-pack were right there in front of me.

The red cheongsam, like a second skin, clings tightly to the body's curves, the intense red and the exquisite porcelain white creating a striking contrast.

Their fingers were intertwined, her slender fingers pressed down by his large palm, leaving her no chance to resist.

"Since...my wife is in such a hurry..."

"As your husband, I am naturally satisfied!"

Su Lingwu's face flushed red, "You... Waaah..."

His porcelain-white skin was conquered time and again. Last time, the two of them were in a state of out of control; this time, he wanted to succumb to it while fully conscious...

Outside the window, the sun hangs high at noon, then slowly shifts westward, casting long shadows from the trees until the setting sun bathes them in warm gold.

Fu Linchuan tucked Su Lingwu's damp hair behind her ear, kissed her pink cheeks twice, and then let her go.

I went down to fetch a basin of warm water, wiped the person down, and changed their clothes.

Then I went to the kitchen to cook.

Only after Fu Linchuan left did Su Lingwu dare to open her eyes.

She regretted it; she shouldn't have provoked Fu Linchuan.

Little did Su Lingwu know that single men are terrifying, but men who have been single for two lifetimes are even more terrifying.

They seem to have inexhaustible energy.

Fu Linchuan's attraction to Su Lingwu was purely physical; he subconsciously craved the warmth of her skin and couldn't help but want to get closer and touch her time and time again.

Taking advantage of Fu Linchuan's absence, Su Lingwu quickly went into her spatial dimension and drank two mouthfuls of spiritual spring water, which relieved the soreness in her body.

A short while later, Fu Linchuan brought two bowls of noodles into the house, with eggs poached in them and some boiled bok choy.

"Honey, let's make do with this for tonight, I'll take you to a restaurant tomorrow." Fu Linchuan didn't want to leave his wife for too long, and luckily his mother-in-law had some noodles on hand.

Su Lingwu saw that Fu Linchuan's cooking was quite good; at least it looked appetizing.

"Let me feed you." Seeing Su Lingwu lying softly and cutely in the quilt, he couldn't help but want to take care of her.

"Need not!"

"I can do it myself!" Su Lingwu was so frightened that she quickly got out of bed, picked up a bowl, and started eating.

I have no memory of being fed by anyone from childhood to adulthood.

Maybe it was when she was even younger, she couldn't remember, but she knew that her younger brother was already over ten years old, and her mother was still chasing after him to feed him, afraid that he wouldn't have enough to eat.

She's not used to being fed.

When Fu Linchuan saw Su Lingwu get off the ground cleanly and neatly, he raised an eyebrow and his eyes darkened even more.

After finishing his meal, Fu Linchuan washed the dishes and chopsticks, and also washed and dried the cheongsam that Su Lingwu had worn, which he wanted to preserve carefully.

Su Lingwu, who thought she could finally get a good night's sleep, realized she was overthinking it.

A large, wandering hand appeared on his body.

With a "smack!", it still couldn't stop the attack.

"Time to sleep!"

Su Lingwu shifted her position slightly, increasing the distance between the two of them.

With strong arms, he pulled her back. "Wife, tonight is our wedding night."

"No...it's you!"

"That afternoon..."

Su Lingwu stared at Fu Linchuan in disbelief.

"afternoon?"

"Isn't it because you're in a hurry, my dear wife!"

Fu Linchuan suppressed a laugh, seeing Su Lingwu looking like a cat with its fur standing on end, and really wanted to go up and take a sip.