The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 71

As Jiang Surou realized that Han Feng was serious about kissing her again, her entire body weakened, and she no longer had the strength to struggle. She muttered in resignation,
“Let go of me… I won’t hit you anymore. Just let me go!”

Only then did Han Feng release her lips.

Jiang Surou’s face was flushed as she panted for air. Han Feng, still holding her close, laughed and said,
“Wow, no wonder you’re called Surou. You really are soft and gentle—tastes pretty good too!”

“You’re still talking?! You shameless scoundrel!” Jiang Surou gritted her teeth in frustration. She wanted to hit him again but stopped herself, afraid he might kiss her once more. Reluctantly, she pushed away from him and sat down angrily on the meditation mat.

Han Feng chuckled, sitting down next to her with his own mat. He shamelessly put his arm around her shoulders and smiled,
“Alright, my dear Senior Sister, don’t be mad. I was just trying to cheer you up.”

“Who cheers someone up like that? You were blatantly taking advantage of me! Honestly, slapping you wouldn’t be enough.”

This time, Jiang Surou didn’t resist, letting Han Feng drape his arm around her shoulders.

“Alright, alright. You can hit me if it’ll make you feel better. Now, how about a smile, huh? Do you know how beautiful you look when you smile? Ice queens don’t suit you.”

“I’ve said that before! I’ve said that before!” the little fox chimed in, hopping over excitedly to claim credit.

Jiang Surou picked up the little fox and placed it on her lap, gently stroking its soft fur. She glanced at Han Feng with a cold snort and said,
“If you don’t like me and aren’t interested, and you’re only here because Master told you to be, then why did you take advantage of me? Hugging me, kissing me—how am I supposed to marry someone else after this?”

“Hmm? You still want to marry someone else?”

“Why shouldn’t I? You don’t like me, so why wouldn’t I find someone else to marry?”

Jiang Surou pouted slightly, her expression filled with indignant grievance.

“When did I ever say I don’t like you? Those were your words. I never said that.”

“You don’t have to say it—I can tell. It’s written all over your behavior.”

“That’s not true. You’re just overthinking because you’re upset, making wild guesses.”

“I am not! If you liked me, would you have come so late at night? Would you have been late? Would you have napped in your courtyard while I was waiting?”

“Well… isn’t this kind of thing better done at night?”

“What kind of thing?”

“Dual cultivation, of course.”

“Dual cultivation can’t be done during the day?”

“Wait… you can do dual cultivation during the day?”

They both fell silent, staring at each other for a moment before awkwardly looking away.

Neither of them had any experience with dual cultivation, so they didn’t actually know whether it could be done during the day.

“Anyway, you don’t like me. You barely seek me out. Since we became Dao partners, you’ve only come to see me once, and that was to deliver the Three-Needle Flower. You’ve never come since.

You don’t even visit as often as that damn Ye Longyuan did. He used to show up every day.”

“Oh? Did you let him in?”

Han Feng’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

Seeing his reaction, Jiang Surou smirked slightly and said with a teasing tone,
“What? Jealous now? You don’t like me, so why would you care if other men came to see me?”

“If I didn’t like you, why would I be jealous? But Senior Sister, you seem awfully concerned about whether or not I like you.”

Han Feng reached out with his left hand, gently tilting her chin so she had to look at him. Smiling slyly, he asked,
“Senior Sister, do you like me?”

“Bah, I like your big, dumb face.”

Jiang Surou answered seriously.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Then what would it take for you to believe me?”

“Kiss me, and I’ll believe you.”

“Pah! You’re just trying to take advantage of me again!”

Jiang Surou raised her fist to hit Han Feng, only for him to grab her hand once more.

At that moment, the little fox decided to play matchmaker, chiming in,
“You know, the two of you clearly like each other, but you keep bickering, waiting for the other to admit it first. How boring. Just kiss and be done with it already.

Besides, you’ve already kissed once. Why are you still pretending? Soft lips like that shouldn’t be spouting such cold words.”

“Shut up!” Jiang Surou and Han Feng shouted in unison.

The little fox obediently curled into a ball, pretending to be invisible.

For a moment, Han Feng and Jiang Surou stared at each other. Then, Han Feng leaned forward, planted a quick kiss on her lips, and got up, saying,
“Alright, no more sulking. Let’s start dual cultivating. Improving our cultivation is what’s important.”

“Fine,” Jiang Surou replied, nodding with feigned composure. After being kissed so many times, her face wasn’t as red as before.

Han Feng stood up and began unbuttoning his clothes.

Jiang Surou’s eyes widened in shock.
“What are you doing?!”

“Getting ready for dual cultivation,” Han Feng replied, genuinely confused.

“Why are you taking your clothes off for dual cultivation?!”

“How do you dual cultivate without taking your clothes off?”

It finally dawned on Jiang Surou, and her face turned crimson, all the way to her ears. Pointing at Han Feng, she snapped,
“Who told you dual cultivation was… that kind of thing?! No wonder you insisted on coming at night. And when I accused you of being late, you acted so innocent! You actually thought dual cultivation meant *that*?!

Han Feng, I thought you were a decent person, but it turns out you’re just a shameless pervert who only thinks about taking advantage of people! You scoundrel!”

Having been scolded thoroughly, Han Feng was completely bewildered. Looking genuinely innocent, he said,
“Wait, isn’t dual cultivation that kind of thing? Wang Mian always brags about his dual cultivation experiences and talks about… uh… techniques. I mean, knowledge.”

“Ugh! It’s not like that at all! Dual cultivation involves sitting cross-legged, with both people placing their palms together. You circulate your spiritual energy, forming a cycle between the two of you. This allows both people to improve their cultivation together.

What you’re describing might enhance the effects of dual cultivation, but it’s not a requirement!”

“And what’s wrong with enhancing the effects?” Han Feng asked, still looking innocent.

“You… you… You shameless pervert! So that’s why you came here tonight—you just wanted to sleep with me, didn’t you?”

Pointing at Han Feng, Jiang Surou trembled with rage.

“Alright, alright. Whatever you say. Don’t get mad. We’ll do it your way, okay?”

Han Feng quickly raised his hands in surrender. Seeing Jiang Surou about to explode again, he didn’t dare push his luck.

“Fine. Sit down, and I’ll teach you what to do.”

“Wow, you sound experienced.”

“I’m not. This is my first time too. But are you experienced?”

“I’ve never even held a girl’s hand.”

“Then what were you holding earlier? A pig’s hoof?”

“I won’t let you talk about yourself like that.”

“Han Feng, you’re insufferable!” Jiang Surou snapped, looking ready to burst.

“Alright, sit down!” Jiang Surou pointed sternly at the meditation mat.

“Not on the bed?”

“You dare say another word?!”

Jiang Surou looked like she was ready to punch Han Feng straight into the next dimension.