Ah Yin and Liu Erlong exchanged a glance, then quickly took several steps back, looking nervously at Zhao Ling, who was currently being kissed by Xiao Wu.
At this moment, both women were tempted to flee the residence entirely. After all, they had just passionately kissed their husband, and now Xiao Wu was also smothering him with affection. It was clear that Zhao Ling wouldn't be able to just brush things off in the coming days.
What made it worse was that he still hadn't touched Xiao Wu yet, and Xiao Rou remained hesitant and uncertain.
So naturally, the unlucky ones were likely to be them. It was just too frustrating.
Finally, Xiao Wu reluctantly let go of Zhao Ling, her beautiful phoenix eyes locked on his face.
Her head was in a daze. What was happening to her? Why did Ling-ge seem more and more attractive? So much so that she didn't want to leave his embrace, and was tempted to kiss him again.
Seeing that she was about to lean in once more, Zhao Ling had to use his spirit power to forcibly awaken her from the effects of the Lady Killer level 2.
Xiao Wu felt a jolt like lightning flash through her mind, and her dazed state was instantly cleared.
She realized, to her astonishment, that she was in Zhao Ling's arms. Memories of throwing herself into his embrace and kissing him passionately surged to the surface.
Her pretty face turned crimson, and she quickly scrambled away from Zhao Ling in a panic. She couldn't understand it. Normally she just kissed him on the cheek or lips briefly.
But today, no matter how much she kissed him, it never seemed enough. Was she really that crazy? No—surely she wasn't the one at fault.
It was Ling-ge's fault for being too attractive! Didn't Aunt Yin'er and Mother Long'er also fall head over heels for him? Yes, that made sense—it wasn't her fault at all.
Having comforted herself with that reasoning, she turned her gaze toward her mother and daughter, only to find both staring at Zhao Ling in a daze.
Especially her daughter—when she saw Xiao Wu leave Zhao Ling's embrace, she actually tried to leap into his arms! Xiao Wu quickly grabbed her by the back of her collar and gave her a sharp flick on the forehead.
Tang Wutong, jolted back to her senses by the sting, looked up at her blushing mother with teary eyes.
Why could she snuggle up to Zhao Ling, but not her? She really, really wanted to throw herself into his arms too!
Blushing furiously, Xiao Wu ignored her pitiful expression and shook her head firmly. "No. Not yet. When you're older, we can talk."
Tang Wutong puffed out her cheeks in protest. This was so unfair! Ling-ge belonged to all of them—why couldn't she cuddle with him too? She wasn't that young anymore—already eleven or twelve!
Still, Xiao Wu warned her seriously, "Xiao Qi, you're still too young to be thinking about love."
This time, Tang Wutong was truly devastated. Her mother was being such a hypocrite! She had just been all over Ling-ge, kissing him nonstop, and now she was lecturing her?
What broke Tang Wutong even more was seeing her previously reserved grandmother suddenly throw herself into Zhao Ling's embrace too, her arms wrapped tightly around his strong back.
Zhao Ling hadn't expected Xiao Rou to act so boldly—it was the first time she had ever taken the initiative like this.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on tiptoe to kiss him. She had thought she could resist his magnetic charm, but this time she had completely let go.
After all, she was a single woman raising a child. She had normal human desires, which she had been suppressing all this time.
But the longer she spent with Zhao Ling, the harder it became to keep suppressing those feelings. The more she resisted, the more unbearable it became.
So now, she decided to stop resisting and gave in to the feelings in her heart. She clung to Zhao Ling for over a full minute before finally letting go.
Zhao Ling also wrapped his arms around her slender waist. He couldn't deny it—this stunningly beautiful and mature woman was truly a treasure. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to take her right then and there.
But after kissing him for over a minute, Xiao Rou seemed to come back to her senses. Realizing that she was being held so intimately, she blushed furiously and fled from his embrace.
Ah Yin and Liu Erlong could tell that Xiao Rou's emotional defenses were crumbling.
The two women shared a knowing smile and followed after her, pulling her into a secluded corner.
"Xiao Rou, have you finally figured things out? If not, I'll be really disappointed," Ah Yin said with a smirk.
"That's right, Sister Rou. We've tried talking to you for so long—can't you at least give us a reaction? Or are you saying you really have no interest in our husband?"
"Yeah right. If you had no interest in him, why did you throw yourself into his arms and kiss him for more than a whole minute just now?"
…
The teasing from Ah Yin and Liu Erlong left Xiao Rou flustered and overwhelmed. In the end, she could only nod silently.
Seeing her relent, the two women smiled wickedly. "Good. Since you've made up your mind, we'll arrange everything with our husband tonight…"
Meanwhile, Zhao Ling looked down at his now-empty embrace and sighed softly. It seemed this enchanting beauty of a mature woman still wasn't quite his—at least, not yet.
Looks like he'd have to go find Yin'er and Long'er tonight. He began thinking.
It had already been five days. They should be well-rested by now, right? Surely this time they wouldn't kick him out of their rooms again, right?
To his surprise, during dinner, he received an invitation from Ah Yin herself—she told him to come to her room in one hour.
Zhao Ling was overjoyed. Usually, it was always him sneaking into Ah Yin or Liu Erlong's rooms. It was rare for either of them to invite him proactively—most of the time they avoided him like he was some kind of plague.
After dinner, Zhao Ling distractedly played cards with Xiao Wu and Tang Wutong for an hour.
When the hour was up, he said his goodbyes and practically sprinted off, leaving the two girls confused by his sudden urgency.
Arriving at Ah Yin's door, he noticed that her room was completely dark.
Not that it mattered. With his fully mastered Purple Demon Eye, he could see perfectly well without any light.
He pushed the door open and walked in, spotting a graceful figure lying on the bed. Even under the covers, her curvaceous form was unmistakable.
Zhao Ling walked to the bedside, undressed, lifted the blanket, and slipped under it.
But something felt off. When the figure turned to face him, Zhao Ling instantly recognized who it was.
"Xiao Rou? Why is it you?"
Xiao Rou whispered shyly, "Husband, from now on, please treat your Rou'er well…"
Damn…
Seeing her lying there like a flower ready for the picking, Zhao Ling could no longer hold himself back. Like a starving wolf who'd found a feast, he pounced.