56: Zhao Li: You little bastard, you scumbag me!!!

In the past, Lu Ming thought arranged marriages were somewhat feudal.

But when it actually happened to him,

He realized he had been too pretentious before.

No exorbitant betrothal gifts.

No need to prepare a house or a car.

Lu Ming thus married his third wife.

The key was that Zhao Li seemed cold and aloof, but her thoughts were extremely delicate.

She considered that Xu Youyou and Xu Lulu hadn't had a wedding with Lu Ming at the time, so she also rejected the idea of having a wedding.

Zhao Qingge could only grit her teeth and secretly fume about this.

This dead girl really had a cold face for nothing; she hadn't even married in yet and was already planning to be the junior one.

With her taciturn personality, she would eventually be bullied to death.

Thankfully, the Twin Sisters, Xu Youyou and Xu Lulu, were not difficult people to get along with, otherwise she would have to consider if this marriage was suitable.

"Come on, get a little closer. Once the photo is uploaded, you'll be husband and wife. What are you shy about?" Zhao Qingge held up her phone, the lens reflecting Lu Ming and Zhao Li standing side-by-side.

She frowned and nudged between them, forcefully pushing Zhao Li half an inch closer to Lu Ming: "Closer! Can't you see the lens can barely fit the two of you?"

Zhao Li's shoulder barely touched Lu Ming's arm before she recoiled as if shocked by electricity, her expression a bit unnatural.

She glanced at her tightly pursed lips in the mirror, then secretly peeked at Lu Ming, and said in a muffled voice, "This is fine."

"What do you mean 'this is fine'?" Zhao Qingge pinched her tense little face, frustrated, "You can be like this when you consummate your marriage tonight too."

As soon as Zhao Qingge said this, Zhao Li's face finally couldn't hold up; it instantly turned red, even her earlobes flushed pink.

"Auntie!" Her voice was urgent and angry, with an unprecedented panic, her usual cool and composed demeanor shattered all over the floor.

Zhao Qingge rolled her beautiful eyes at her, then turned to Lu Ming and said playfully, "This dead girl is being reserved, but do you need to be? Is it possible that Youyou and Lulu are always the ones to initiate? If you can't do it, just say so; Auntie will get you some medicine."

At these words, even the Twin Sisters couldn't maintain their composure, their faces burning hot.

Although they mostly did back-to-back double-teaming, as all-around players, when they encountered excellent scoring opportunities, they would, of course, take the initiative to shoot!

If they could attack but didn't, wouldn't the coach scold them to death?

But Auntie, you can't bring this up in public!

Lu Ming just smiled at the corner of his mouth and didn't speak, clearly he was already used to the beautiful young woman's audacious words.

He took a step forward, naturally put his arm around Zhao Li's shoulder, and smiled at Zhao Qingge's phone, "Alright, alright, stop teasing her. Come on, take the picture, so we can eat."

Zhao Li was encircled in his embrace, her entire body stiff.

Just like the previous two times he held her, the faint scent of him lingered around her nose, making her feel very comfortable and at ease, yet her heart pounded like a drum.

She didn't pull away this time, only lowered her gaze, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

"That's more like it." Zhao Qingge adjusted the angle of her phone with satisfaction, "Smile, smile. Lu Ming, don't just smile yourself; look at Lier, she looks like she's being bullied."

Lu Ming looked down at the person in his arms, and seeing her lips tightly pressed together, he said in a voice only they could hear, "Sister Li, please guide me for the rest of our lives."

Lu Ming's voice was very soft, like a feather brushing against her heart, yet it made Zhao Li's heart skip a beat.

She suddenly looked up, meeting his smiling eyes, which reflected her own image, clear and warm.

"Mm, thank you."

Zhao Li could feel her cheeks burning incredibly hot, but she didn't shy away; instead, she met Lu Ming's gaze and slowly curved her lips into a smile.

That smile was very faint, yet it was like a stream thawing in early spring, clear and gentle.

With a "click," Zhao Qingge captured this moment. On the phone screen, their gazes intertwined, and a sweet scent filled the air.

"Tsk, the sour smell of love." She clicked her tongue, tapped her finger, and uploaded their photo to the system.

On Lu Ming's personal information, besides the names of Xu Youyou and Xu Lulu, Zhao Li's name immediately appeared in the spouse column.

"Alright, this is set in stone now."

Zhao Qingge shook her phone, the three names in the spouse column lying side by side on the screen, "From now on, in the official system, you are a legitimate family."

...Tonight, the night seemed to come slowly.

Finally, when dusk settled, Lu Ming entered his cultivation state.

Zhao Li's room was on the second floor, right next to Zhao Qingge's.

But Lu Ming didn't feel too awkward.

This was cultivation, just human nature.

You'll understand, right, Auntie?

Gently twisting open the door, Zhao Li, who was sitting on the bed, trembled.

Clearly, she also knew what would happen tonight.

She had already changed into a moon-white silk nightgown. The moon-white silk clung to her skin, outlining the soft curve of her waist. The hem of the skirt barely reached her knees, and the fabric was so light and soft it seemed to shroud her in a thin mist.

Her exposed calves were so fair they were almost transparent, and her two cute and delicate little feet were hidden in slippers, her silkworm-like toes nervously curling.

Her clean, neat hair was still somewhat damp, presumably having been washed not long ago.

Upon hearing Lu Ming's footsteps, a trace of panic flashed in her cool eyes.

Immediately after, she took a deep breath, and coolly tensed her pretty face: "You're here."

Saying this, she moved over, making space for Lu Ming on the side of the bed.

Although her movements were fluid, the subtle stiffness in her shoulders still betrayed her.

Lu Ming sat down with a smile, staring at her small face for a while, finding her utterly adorable.

"Mm, it's very late; we need to hurry up and rest."

He deliberately drew out his words, watching her eyelashes tremble even more violently, before reaching out to tuck a damp strand of hair that had fallen on her cheek behind her ear.

As his fingertip brushed her warm earlobe, he indeed felt her neck retract almost imperceptibly.

Zhao Li pursed her lips and said nothing, only fixing her gaze intently on her slippers.

Lu Ming smiled, then suddenly leaned in and kissed her cheek: "Sister Li, you look so cute like this!"

Zhao Li suddenly looked up, her pupils slightly widened, her cool eyes filled with surprise, like a calm lake into which a stone had been unexpectedly thrown, rippling outwards in layers.

"I... um?" She opened her mouth, but her voice seemed to be blocked by something, only letting out a soft breath.

Zhao Li's body instantly tensed.

A moment later, her hands, which had been pressing against Lu Ming, fell limply.

After the breath-holding contest paused, Lu Ming gently cupped her palm-sized face and looked into her eyes: "Sister Li, to be honest, I'm a scoundrel. From the first time I saw you, I planned to flirt with you."

Zhao Li stared blankly at Lu Ming, at her clear reflection in his eyes, at the honest smile.

Her cool eyes slowly melted,

Then a hint of slyness emerged, and the corner of her mouth curved into an extremely faint arc.

Her hands suddenly wrapped around Lu Ming's neck, her pretty face still tense, her voice still incredibly cold.

But what she said made Lu Ming explode on the spot.

"You little rascal, I already noticed your eyes weren't honest."

"Now, flirt with me..."

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