CHAPTER 886: CHAPTER 907 THE EMPRESS DOWAGER’S HEARTACHE

"Ah!!! Still, still want more!"

Nangong Bing’s pretty face turned slightly pale, gradually revealing a shy blush.

Feeling both happy and a little afraid inside.

Not at home, today is a really good day. Honey, don’t you want it too?" Lin Zifeng walked up to her with a mischievous smile.

Actually, women are just like men; they have their needs too, they just don’t say it.

Besides, now Nangong Bing is Zifeng’s wife, why can’t they have more in-depth emotional exchanges between them? Readers, don’t you agree?

"No, it’s not quite right."

Under the intense gaze of Lin Zifeng, Nangong Bing first glanced sideways, her face flushed, not sure where to put her hands comfortably.

"Haha, we’re an old married couple already, what’s not right? How about we do something exciting tonight?"

Perhaps being teased into wicked thoughts at Zhao Xuemo’s house, and having had some drinks, with such a beautiful woman in front of him, any man would want to.

"Ex-exciting?!" Nangong Bing was first stunned, then as someone blinked, her face reddened instantly.

Summoning some courage, Nangong Bing wanted to refuse to see his reaction, but...

Under Lin Zifeng’s passionate gaze, she couldn’t help but feel a stir.

Constantly comforting herself in her heart, just a little bit, just a little bit, just a little excitement, it should be fine.

But at this moment, just as Lin Zifeng’s wicked thoughts emerged, he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards himself.

Immediately, her soft body fell into his arms.

The faint jasmine scent on her body captivated Lin Zifeng a little.

His own wife’s body smells the best indeed.

No matter how nice other women smell, it’s not the same.

"Are we doing it on the sofa?"

Nangong Bing’s eyes were dreamy, her heart nervous and restless.

She was already so shy she didn’t know where to put her head.

"Last time you cornered me, we were still in the bathroom, weren’t we? What? Now on the sofa, you think it’s not okay?"

Lin Zifeng held her waist with both hands, but Nangong Bing dodged away.

"Who cornered you, I-I didn’t okay?"

Hearing Lin Zifeng mention last night’s events, Nangong Bing argued forcefully.

"Okay, okay, let’s say I cornered you then." Lin Zifeng grinned, gestured her over, and laughed, "Honey, come here, let hubby cuddle you."

Just as Lin Zifeng beckoned, the pink panties on his waist were caught sharply by Nangong Bing.

Immediately, the little bit of shyness she had in her heart turned into bewilderment, but she didn’t point it out.

She pretended to laugh dryly, "Lin Zifeng, tell me, what have you been up to these days? A few nights ago you weren’t home, and today it’s half past the afternoon and you still didn’t come back. Now back home and having wicked thoughts, do you feel stressed lately and feel a sense of helplessness?"

Nangong Bing tried to smile, but inwardly she was secretly sneering.

Well, Lin Zifeng, you actually cheated outside! And even brought someone else’s panties home.

Heh, you want that, huh? Fine, see how Nangong Bing deals with you.

Thinking of this, Nangong Bing felt both excited and disappointed.

"Yes, yes, how did you know?"

What Nangong Bing said really hit Lin Zifeng’s weakness.

Recently, the pressure has been huge, making him tense and his nerves especially strained.

"Yes, yes, how did I know?"

Nangong Bing showed a sweet smile, playing along.

"Haha—honey, you still understand me." Lin Zifeng stood up, spread his arms to hug her, but Nangong Bing stepped back two steps, feigning anger, eyes wide, angrily pointing at the exposed pink panties around his waist and questioned, "Tell me, Lin Zifeng, don’t tell me you have a fetish for wearing women’s panties."

"Women’s panties?" Lin Zifeng opened his arms, first stunned, then retracted them, and laughed, "My beloved, what fetish for wearing women’s panties? I don’t understand a word."

"Yes, you don’t understand, even putting on the wrong panties, of course, you wouldn’t understand." Nangong Bing smirked maternally, arms crossed, playfully cold laugh and said, "Do you want me to remind you?"

"@%...￥%#"

Lin Zifeng truly didn’t understand her words.

Following her gaze down, he looked down.

"Damn it!"

Oh my—

What the hell is going on? Why am I wearing pink panties? I didn’t go out to do anything bad, could it be there’s ghost trouble in the 21st century?

"Hmph, now there’s no explaining."

"..."

Lin Zifeng was already full of black lines, he really couldn’t figure it out, whose pink panties were these anyway, and he truly felt a headache.

"I..."

"Explain, explain, keep explaining, see if you can come up with a believable reason." Now Nangong Bing has seen through him, promised her he won’t flirt anymore, take a look.

In just how many days, this guy started flirting outside.

"I am really wronged," Lin Zifeng said with a miserable face, wanting to explain, but even he himself didn’t know where to start, should he mention all the things at Zhao Xuemo’s place? That would be worse than now.

If the Empress Dowager found out he was mingling with her subordinate, even growing two extra little dicks wouldn’t be enough.

"Hehe—panties were worn on you, is that fake? Or is it someone else will put panties on you?" Nangong Bing laughed, face cold, aggressively said, "I’m so disappointed in you!"

After saying that, the woman proudly raised her chin, clearly heartbroken, yet deliberately showing a smiley face.

"My beloved—!"

Lin Zifeng stretched out his hand, seeing Nangong Bing didn’t even look back, his outstretched hand gradually retracted.

Looking at those female panties he wore below, Lin Zifeng was so angry he almost punched his own little dick.

The whole evening, Nangong Bing was in a bad mood, and Lin Zifeng was no different. Even he didn’t know whose panties those were. Could it be wearing the wrong ones while bathing at Zhao Xuemo’s place?

No, I remember I didn’t wear anything wrong?

People, at that time, were too nervous and excited, weren’t they? Clearly, I didn’t do anything wrong, yet still, I have to endure the cold stares.