237: Chapter 237 Reading the Rare Book Again

Because she could not only genuinely feel the scorching heat of Chen Shanzhi, like a volcanic eruption.

She could also feel her own thoughts, which were somewhat soaring.

He really did remember.

This shameless rogue, his movements were still as skillful as ever, and his strength still as domineering.

The look in his eyes when he gazed at her still carried that bone-deep possessiveness.

"Mmm..."

A crystalline tear welled up in the corner of Ouyang Wanqing's eye, shimmering with a moving luster under the candlelight.

She suddenly reached out her pair of fair, jade-like arms and tightly wrapped them around Chen Shanzhi's neck.

As if she wanted to merge her entire being into his very bones and blood.

She buried her beautiful face into the crook of Chen Shanzhi's neck, and scalding tears slid down along his neck.

Her delicate body trembling to the extreme, she poured out all the emotions, grievances, and love in her heart for him, transforming them into intermittent murmurs that she spilled out for him to hear.

"Don't leave me behind..."

"Chen Shanzhi... you bastard..."

As her words fell, Ouyang Wanqing's scorching emotions erupted to their peak in that instant.

She held onto Chen Shanzhi tightly with her whole being.

Listening to the trembling murmurs beside his ear and feeling the warm and somewhat scalding moisture at his neck (though not actually his neck), Chen Shanzhi himself was stunned.

His body stiffened for a moment.

Chen Shanzhi had not expected that Ouyang Wanqing, having experienced so much in the illusion world, would have feelings for him that ran so deep.

It was a love that was near-mad and reckless.

This emotion was like a massive vortex, raging wildly in the study, instantly pulling Chen Shanzhi in as well.

That impact, which struck straight at the Soul, was so profound that it made him tremble all over.

At this moment, Chen Shanzhi only felt that Ouyang Wanqing's feelings for him were pressing against the softest part of his heart, causing a fierce burning sensation.

It even almost made him lose control, wanting to pour out the emotions he rarely spoke of to anyone.

Chen Shanzhi really wanted to tell Ouyang Wanqing, "I am actually the same."

Fortunately, Chen Shanzhi was, after all, a man with deep schemes.

At this critical moment, he bit down hard on the tip of his tongue, and with that faint taste of blood, he forcefully suppressed the words that had reached his lips and the emotions that were on the verge of losing control.

He was not good at expressing such heavy affection with words.

But he knew other ways.

"Snap!"

Chen Shanzhi sat in the armchair, holding the warm, jade-like delicate body in his arms, and emitted a slight burst of True Qi from within his body.

A gentle gust of wind rose from the ground, precisely wrapping around the rare book on the floor, turning into an afterimage as it floated lightly back into his hand.

"Snap!"

Chen Shanzhi held the spine of the book with one hand, his fingers exerting slight force, cleanly opening the thick rare book again to reveal the first page, which was filled with dense, obscure handwriting.

He held the rare book up in front of Ouyang Wanqing's delicate face, which was so flushed it seemed ready to drip water, and lightly tapped his finger on the lines of ink, pulling a straight face and pretending to be somewhat stern as he said:

"Just now, Madame was confused for a moment and failed to memorize the knowledge on this first page, so she was severely served by her husband with a stick."

Having said this, Chen Shanzhi seemed genuinely somewhat angry and snorted.

Ouyang Wanqing's delicate body trembled, and then she glared at him with some fear.

"You bad man, you really hit me?"

Chen Shanzhi ignored her, grinned, and his tone was full of the tolerance and consideration of a husband:

"But as your husband, I have always been considerate, generous, and reasonable. Naturally, I must give Madame another chance to turn over a new leaf. Since Madame cannot memorize the content of this rare book, then this time... just recite it properly for your husband."

He paused, his lips almost brushing against her sensitive earlobe, and blew a breath of hot air ambiguously, reminding her in a low voice:

"However, Madame must remember, when you recite... you must do so with feeling."

Hearing this high-sounding, yet shameless to the extreme, considerate generosity from Chen Shanzhi.

Ouyang Wanqing's beautiful face instantly flushed so red it was almost ready to drip blood.

That shame and strange sweetness rising from her bones made her heartbeat accelerate frantically.

She bit her silver teeth, her jade hands clutching tightly onto the corner of Chen Shanzhi's clothes.

Trying her desperate best to suppress that surge of emotion that was about to burst from the depths of her throat, not letting herself scream out loud on the spot.

Deep breath. Inhale, exhale.

Ouyang Wanqing shrugged her shoulders, trying hard to calm down the scorching emotion within her body that was almost about to completely melt her Qi.

However, her delicate body was currently too sensitive, and combined with her running all the way from the Prime Ministers Mansion, this deep breath of air had been taken too quickly.

"Cough..."

She had actually, accidentally, choked on her own saliva!

The sudden anomaly startled Ouyang Wanqing.

At this critical moment of deep affection in the study, if she were to cough uncontrollably in such a sorry state, the reading atmosphere that had been built up with such difficulty would be completely ruined!

At the critical moment, it was the powerful reaction speed of a Twelve Mysterious Apertures Martial Artist that saved her.

Ouyang Wanqing was quick-witted; her fair, delicate right hand suddenly raised, tightly covering her red lips.

Forcibly suppressing the cough that was about to burst out into the deepest part of her throat.

"Mmm..."

In the end, she only had time to let out a muffled, yet endlessly soft and sweet groan.

The sound muffled by her hand, when heard by Chen Shanzhi, instead sounded like a Soul-stirring act of coquetry.

After catching her breath, Ouyang Wanqing's pair of autumn-water-like eyes were half-open and half-closed, misty and filled with alluring moisture, as she looked softly at the first page of the rare book placed before her.

She bit her red lips, desperately gathering the scorching emotion within her body that was almost burning her brain to a crisp, her chest vibrating slightly with intense panting.

Finally, from the depths of her body, which was trembling slightly due to passion, she let out a delicate, emotion-filled moan:

"Husband says: I, am 'truly talented' swaying, compared to leap 'earth' flower 'many', who is 'talented' shaking ' ' the ' ' many?"

This line, recited with deep emotion, echoed softly in the silent study, carrying endless romantic charm.

Chen Shanzhi blinked after Ouyang Wanqing's recitation, feeling all the blood in his body rush straight to his head in an instant.

He was stunned by her recitation, which had a devastatingly lethal impact.

"Hiss—!!"

Chen Shanzhi gasped, praising her three times in succession:

"Excellent! Excellent! Excellent!"

"Madame's literary talent and insight have truly reached the level of perfection; this husband has learned much!"

Hearing Chen Shanzhi's unabashed praise and banter, Ouyang Wanqing was so embarrassed that even her neck and back turned completely into the color of pink jade.

That overwhelming sense of shame made her unable to bear looking at the rare book anymore.