Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 46 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 19

"Knock knock..."

The moment the door was knocked, Ling Yi darted to Wen Zhao's side like a nimble snake.

Even though he was mentally prepared when they were playing husband and wife, Wen Zhao still felt a tremor in his heart when the moment actually arrived.

He pressed his fingertip against Ling Yi's temple, remaining motionless for a long while.

Ling Yi pressed her lips to his ear and whispered a reminder: "Hurry up!"

Wen Jingshan has mobilized a considerable number of servants for today's banquet.

If he doesn't show affection in front of them, Wen Zhao's image as a rebellious lover will be ruined.

Wen Zhao's throat bobbed, and suddenly he turned his head and pressed his lips heavily against Ling Yi's neck.

At that moment, he couldn't tell whether his lips were burning or Ling Yi's skin was burning hotter. He only knew that at the instant their skin touched, his heart was pounding so hard he felt like he was going to die.

With one hand gripping the woman's wrist, Wen Zhao placed it on his collar, silently signaling something.

His hand also grabbed Ling Yi's collar.

The person curled up in his arms raised her delicate neck, silently indulging his plunder. Just as Wen Zhao's fingertips touched the second button on Ling Yi's clothes, the knocking on the door sounded again.

When his lips left her warm skin, Wen Zhao couldn't tell whether he felt relieved or regretful.

He braced himself against Ling Yi's side, breathing heavily, his voice filled with restlessness.

"Who?"

The maid outside the door paused for a moment, then braced herself and knocked: "Young master, Mr. Zhang instructed us to bring you some hangover soup before he left."

Mr. Zhang said that the master was worried about the young master's marital relationship and asked her to keep an eye on it secretly.

For this, they even gave her several silver dollars, which was more money than she could earn in a month.

Wen Zhao stared intently at Ling Yi's lips, his fingertips rubbing heavily across her neck, intensifying the little bit of red he had made, making her look as if she had just emerged from a sucking session.

The faint red marks gradually deepened, staining his breath with an inappropriate color and temperature.

"Get in here!" When that splash of red was beautiful enough to evoke all sorts of fantasies, Wen Zhao suddenly swayed to the side and spoke irritably.

The next moment, the door opened.

When the maid cautiously entered, she saw the young mistress hurriedly buttoning her clothes, with an embarrassing red mark on her neck.

As for the young master, his shirt collar and hem were in a mess, and the exposed half of his chest was heaving. His gaze towards her was so impatient that it seemed he wanted to kick her out.

She shuddered at that look and quickly put down the hangover soup: "Young Master, please hurry..."

"Get out!" Wen Zhao suddenly sat up and threw the pillow at her.

The maid ducked her head away and hurriedly moved towards the door.

The instant she closed the door, he saw the young master impatiently pull the young mistress into his arms.

The tiny person was enveloped by a tall and strong body, with only a pair of beautiful feet moving at the foot of the bed, like a little fish flicking its tail.

Wen Zhao pulled the warm, soft body into his arms, his burning gaze meeting those excessively beautiful and clear eyes.

At that moment, all the burning sensation vanished, and an invisible sense of shame and self-abandonment almost filled his heart.

He could say that everything he did was for the mission, but did he really not have any other thoughts in his heart when they were just intimate?

Could he really resist being tempted by someone like that?

Is having such a treacherous partner really a good thing for her?

A slender, beautiful hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder, and Ling Yi pushed him aside: "He's gone."

Wen Zhao collapsed to the side as if all his strength had been drained. He remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, "I'm sorry."

It was unclear whether this sound was in response to his earlier rudeness or to his own delusions.

Ling Yi pulled out a small box from under the blanket and continued to care for her hands, her voice calm and even: "It's alright, it's all for the mission."

Ironically, someone who had been a spy for many years needed a novice to remind him what to do.

He closed his eyes to calm himself, and said in a deep voice, "Once the matter is investigated, I will get rid of Lao Zhang."

Once his thoughts returned to the matter at hand, those chaotic emotions were temporarily suppressed, and Wen Zhao regained his calm and composed demeanor.

A hidden flame will continue to burn, eventually turning into a raging fire that can no longer be concealed.

Ling Yi's emotions were not as calm as they appeared. Such intimate touch was something she hadn't done with her partner in a long time.

When Wen Zhao's kiss landed on her neck, she almost couldn't help but chase after him, wanting to hug her lover whom she had lost and found again.

If it weren't for the person outside the door keeping her rational, she might have actually done something that made Wen Zhao flee in panic.

Ling Yi pursed her lips slightly, trying to wipe away the warmth that seemed to linger on them, and thought casually:

In this world, his body temperature is much higher.

This is fine in winter, but it can no longer be her go-to cooling agent in summer.

"What do you think?" The man's voice rang in her ears again, and Ling Yi turned her head to look at Wen Zhao, who seemed to show no sign of anything amiss.

He hid it well, but I dared not look her in the eye. Was that going too far?

She walked past the man, placed the small box of skincare products back on the bedside, and was pleased to see his shoulders stiffen again.

"Sure, you decide."

The advantage of a multi-core brain is that it can visualize a man's physique in your mind while simultaneously hearing his strategies.

Seeing that Wen Zhao was about to say something more, Ling Yi suddenly pressed her fingertips against Wen Zhao's lips: "That's enough, we can talk about it tomorrow."

"Rest for twenty minutes, then take a shower and go to bed." As she spoke, she considerately pulled a corner of the blanket over Wen Zhao to cover up his disheveled state.

Wen Zhao was first captivated by the faint fragrance on her lips, and then blushed deeply at the meaning behind Ling Yi's words.

How could she... be like this!

Clutching the corner of the blanket tightly, Wen Zhaodu felt each second drag on like an eternity.

With the final countdown in his mind, he practically ran out of the bed that had been tormenting him so much and rushed towards the bathroom.

As the cold water dripped down his forehead, he wiped his face hard: "You're really crazy."

Ling Yi sat in front of the dressing table, slowly writing penicillin information with special medicine. When the bathroom door was hurriedly closed, a barely perceptible smile appeared on her lips.

Tsk, young people these days.