Late at night, in Madam Yin's room, Fang Xian held her tightly, his chin resting on the top of her head, his voice carrying an undeniable force.
"Call me husband."
Madam Yin stiffened, quickly shaking her head.
"No...this isn't appropriate..."
"What's inappropriate?"
Fang Xian gently patted her waist, his tone more serious.
"Call me quickly."
Madam Yin trembled at his pat, and after two more light pats, she finally couldn't resist his force and whispered, her cheeks flushed.
"Husband...husband."
Fang Xian smiled instantly, lowered his head and kissed her, his voice gentle and doting.
"My good wife."
A night of passionate lovemaking, reluctant to part.
The next morning, Madam Yin woke up first.
Looking at Fang Xian, still with his eyes closed beside her, she recalled the way they addressed each other and their tenderness from the previous night, and her cheeks flushed again. Just as she was about to quietly get up, Fang Xian also opened his eyes.
"Husband..."
Madam Yin called out instinctively, then turned her face away shyly.
Fang Xian reached out and ruffled her hair, his voice still hoarse from sleep.
"My wife is awake?"
"Yes... I... I'll go make you breakfast."
Madam Yin hurriedly tried to get out of bed, but as soon as she stood up, she felt a sharp pain in her groin, and barely managed to stand.
She tried to pull the blanket over herself, but found it already hidden beneath them. She could only hurriedly cover her chest with her hands and quickly grabbed her clothes to put them on.
Fang Xian leaned against the headboard, watching her flustered state, a smile playing on his lips.
This shy and obedient Madam Yin was even more adorable than her usual heroic demeanor.
Madam Yin quickly dressed, tidied her hair hastily, and hurried out.
"Husband, I'll go to the kitchen first and bring breakfast over in a bit."
"Be careful."
Fang Xian reminded her, watching her close the door, his eyes full of smiles.
Madam Yin walked into the courtyard, thinking of last night's events and Li Jing, her heart filled with panic and confusion.
She knew this was wrong, but Fang Xian's image seemed etched in her heart, impossible to forget.
Yet, she suppressed her emotions and went into the kitchen, calmly preparing a few side dishes and porridge.
When she returned to the room with the breakfast, Fang Xian was already awake, leaning against the bed.
Madam Yin placed the tray on the table and whispered,
"Husband, have breakfast."
Fang Xian stood up, opening his arms.
"Come, help me get dressed."
Madam Yin was startled, her cheeks flushing instantly, but she still obediently stepped forward and picked up his clothes to help him put them on.
Her fingers trembled slightly; she didn't dare look up at him, focusing only on tying the sash.
However, Fang Xian's hands were less attentive, constantly messing up Madam Yin's collar.
Madam Yin was incredibly shy, but offered no resistance or complaint.
Only after helping Fang Xian put on his outer robe did she hurriedly take a step back.
"I'm...I'm dressed. Let's go eat quickly."
Fang Xian chuckled softly at her nervous, almost runaway expression and reached out to take her hand.
"No rush, sit with me for a while."
Madam Yin was pulled into Fang Xian's lap, her whole body stiffening, her cheeks burning hot enough to fry an egg.
Fang Xian buried his head in her neck, his nose brushing against the top of her hair, and whispered:
"My wife smells so good."
"I...I don't. Let's eat breakfast quickly, it'll get cold."
Madam Yin's voice was barely audible; she wanted to push him away but lacked the strength.
"Alright,"
Fang Xian smiled and looked up, "but you have to feed me."
"Ah? Okay, okay."
Madam Yin hurriedly picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, carefully blew on it to cool it before holding it to his lips.
Fang Xian opened his mouth and ate, his eyes curving into crescents.
"Mmm, my wife's cooking is delicious."
After feeding him a few mouthfuls of porridge, Fang Xian suddenly snatched the spoon, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it to cool it, and held it to Madam Yin.
"Wife, it's your turn to eat. I'll feed you."
"No, no need, I can do it myself."
Madam Yin tried to pull away, but Fang Xian held her shoulder.
His eyes held an unyielding tenderness. She hesitated for a moment, then blushed and opened her mouth.
"Mmm, so good."
After finishing the bowl of porridge, Fang Xian picked up the bowl of soup and took a sip himself.
Madam Yin was puzzled when he suddenly leaned in and transferred the soup from his mouth to her lips.
The warm soup mixed with his breath made her mind go blank, and she felt all the blood rush to her face.
"This soup is sweetest when drunk like this."
Fang Xian pulled away, looking at her stunned expression, and his smile grew even more mischievous.
Madam Yin was too embarrassed to speak, yet she couldn't help but savor the sensation, and could only lower her head and softly murmur, "Mmm."
"Alright, my wife, it's your turn to feed me."
"Ah! I…"
"Hurry up…"
Madam Yin was extremely nervous, but finally gave in.
She imitated him, taking a small sip of soup and then transferring it to Fang Xian's mouth.
Fang Xian drank greedily, grinning mischievously:
"The soup fed to me by my wife is always the best."
Madam Yin was filled with shame, but inwardly she wholeheartedly agreed with Fang Xian.
This way of eating was truly different.
After they finished their soup, taking turns sip by sip, Fang Xian pinched her cheek.
"Wife, how is it? Eating like this is much sweeter than eating alone, isn't it?"
Madam Yin nodded, blushing, and asked softly.
"Do you…do you eat like this every day?"
"Not before."
Fang Xian put his arm around her waist, his face close to hers.
"But I want to eat like this with you every day from now on."
Madam Yin's heart skipped a beat, and she hesitated.
"But…but this isn't quite right…"
"What's wrong with it?"
Fang Xian tightened his arms. "As long as my wife is happy, that's all that matters."
Madam Yin leaned against him, feeling his warm body, and finally let out a soft "Mmm," her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet carrying a dependence she herself didn't even realize.
…
These past two days, Fang Xian had been playing with Nezha, making the child cling to him every day.
Meanwhile, he and Madam Yin had grown increasingly close, already crossing the boundaries of normalcy.
Just as Fang Xian and Madam Yin finished unlocking their 108th sexual position, a cacophony of shouts erupted outside the door, punctuated by the shrill voices of the shrimp soldiers and crab generals.
"Nezha! Whose wild child are you? How dare you injure my young master!"
The two, still recovering from their intimacy, hurriedly straightened their clothes.
Madam Yin's expression changed, and she hastily dressed and got out of bed, Fang Xian following closely behind.
There stood Nezha, hands on his hips, in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by several blue-faced, fanged shrimp soldiers and crab generals, their leader glaring angrily.
"You audacious brat! You dare to argue after injuring the young master of the East Sea? Today, I will make you pay with your life!"
"It was your son who snatched my shuttlecock first and pushed me! That's why I fought back!"
Nezha's face flushed red. Though young, his aura was in no way inferior.
The shrimp soldiers and crab generals were immediately enraged: "You've gone too far! Attack! Kill this little brat!"
Fang Xian stepped forward, shielding Nezha behind him.
Madam Yin was his wife, so Nezha was naturally his child. How could he allow outsiders to bully him?
His eyes turned cold, his voice carrying a chilling pressure.
"You East Sea scum, you dare to cause trouble at Chen Tang Pass?"
Madam Yin looked at his back, which was blocking her way. Her previously anxious heart instantly calmed down. She felt that with him there, even the biggest trouble was nothing.
Fang Xian let out a thunderous roar, and an invisible wave of energy instantly spread out.
The shrimp soldiers and crab generals who surrounded him didn't even have time to scream before they were sent flying backward, crashing to the ground, unable to get up.
Even the East Sea general hiding behind was shaken, his chest tight, blood trickling from his mouth.
He had never seen such a powerful figure before, and was terrified out of his wits. He scrambled to his feet and ran towards the sea, abandoning his men.
"Are you alright?"
Madam Yin quickly walked to Nezha's side and patted his head.
"Mother, I'm alright!"
Nezha looked up at Fang Xian with his little face, his eyes full of admiration.
"Uncle Fang is so amazing!"
Fang Xian ruffled Nezha's hair, then looked at Madam Yin and said with a mischievous smile:
"Your mother says that every night."
Madam Yin was immediately filled with shame.
"You... what nonsense are you talking about..."
Nezha was completely confused, indicating he didn't understand.
Fang Xian smiled and said, "I'm going to the East Sea."
Madam Yin was taken aback: "What are you going to the East Sea for?"
"To nip the problem in the bud."
Fang Xian's eyes turned cold. "I need to make sure that East Sea Dragon King remembers clearly that Chen Tang Pass is not something he can mess with."