The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 73

Han Feng entered the secret chamber. Inside, there was an alchemy furnace and a meditation cushion, clearly indicating this was where Jiang Surou secluded herself and refined pills.

Toward the back of the room was a partitioned area with a large wooden bathtub.

A bamboo pipe continuously fed water into the tub, while another pipe drained it out, creating a constant flow.

The area around the bathtub was surrounded by fire crystals, which provided heat, ensuring that the water remained warm at all times.

Such extravagance! Han Feng thought to himself.

Then, an unsettling notion struck him.

The water comes from the mountain springs, which makes sense. But where does the drained water go?

Could it flow down the mountain and form a small stream?

Han Feng’s brows furrowed as he recalled, Didn’t I used to live at the base of this mountain?

Wait a minute… could it be that the water I drank back then… was Jiang Surou’s bathwater?

Alarmed, Han Feng quickly opened the window to investigate. Outside, he saw a well, where the drained water collected. It didn’t flow down the mountain.

Ah, excellent. Our Senior Sister Jiang is indeed a considerate person.

Relieved, Han Feng began to undress, stepping into the bathtub. Flower petals floated gracefully on the surface of the water, and soapwort was neatly placed nearby. Han Feng washed himself thoroughly, all the while enjoying the luxurious bathing experience.

He made sure to clean himself from head to toe, paying extra attention to certain areas, ensuring he was completely fresh and presentable.

Afterward, he dried himself with a towel conveniently placed nearby. Instead of putting his clothes back on, Han Feng wrapped the towel around his waist, picked up his clothes, and walked back out into the main chamber.

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As he emerged, he saw Jiang Surou lying face-down on the bed, motionless. Her graceful, curvy figure was on full display, her small, perky buttocks raised prominently. Her position left nothing to the imagination.

Feeling mischievous, Han Feng approached her quietly from behind. Leaning down, he whispered softly into her ear.

“Senior Sister?”

“Mm?” Jiang Surou lifted her head slightly.

Taking the opportunity, Han Feng lightly smacked her pert behind.

Wow, that feels amazing—so soft, so bouncy!

“Ah! How dare you hit me!” Jiang Surou exclaimed, her eyes flaring with anger as she sat up abruptly, ready to teach Han Feng a lesson.

But before she could do anything, Han Feng swiftly pulled her into his arms, wrapping one arm around her slender waist and pressing his lips against hers.

However, this time, Han Feng’s hands were far from well-behaved.

While one hand held her waist, the other ventured downward, gently kneading her rounded buttocks.

“Mm… mm…” Jiang Surou let out muffled protests, her voice filled with resistance. But Han Feng ignored her struggles. After a moment, her resistance waned, and she stopped struggling altogether, allowing him to do as he pleased.

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Moments later, they parted, and Han Feng gazed into Jiang Surou’s watery eyes, his expression soft and affectionate. Smiling, he murmured,
“Senior Sister, you’re truly beautiful.”

“Hmph, do I need you to tell me that? I’m the most beautiful woman on Luoxia Peak. You’ve really lucked out,” Jiang Surou retorted proudly, though her slightly flushed cheeks exposed her embarrassment.

“Hahaha, you’re right. If you hadn’t chosen me back then, how could I have ended up with such a beautiful Senior Sister?”

“Pah! Who said you have me? I’m only doing this because regular dual cultivation isn’t helping your cultivation. Don’t think for a second that I’ve fallen for you. I’m just… pitying you, that’s all. Don’t get any weird ideas.”

Seeing the usually icy beauty behaving so bashfully, Han Feng felt a surge of joy. Gently, he brushed a finger across her lips and teased,
“Such soft lips… why are they so sharp?”

“Do you have a lot of experience?” Jiang Surou asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

“None at all. But you’re a girl—I can’t possibly make you take the initiative,” Han Feng replied, his tone as casual as ever.

He gently removed her outer garment and coaxed her to lie down, saying,
“Come on, lie down. I’ll handle the rest.”

“Fine… fine,” Jiang Surou said, sitting on the bed. But as she was about to lie down, she hesitated.

I, Jiang Surou, am a proud woman with ambitions as high as the heavens. How can I let myself be so passive in a situation like this? How can I allow myself to be subdued?

How can I lose my composure and let him have the upper hand?

The thought of her earlier submissiveness filled her with frustration. She couldn’t understand why she had acted like that.

In the past, she had always maintained the upper hand when dealing with Han Feng. But now, it felt as though her dominance was slipping away, while Han Feng’s confidence continued to grow.

Am I really going to let him take control?

Am I really going to let him have his way with me?

Determined to reclaim her sense of pride, Jiang Surou stood up, still wearing her thin inner garment, and declared with a raised chin,
“Come on, you beast. I’m not afraid of you!”

“Huh?”

Han Feng was momentarily stunned but quickly recovered. Ignoring her words, he began undressing her further. Before long, Jiang Surou was stripped bare.

Even in her vulnerable state, Jiang Surou maintained her proud demeanor, refusing to show weakness.

Han Feng then removed his towel, tossing it aside. Jiang Surou’s eyes widened as she involuntarily glanced downward.

Her gaze lingered briefly, and her face turned crimson. Can’t look. Can’t look. This is so embarrassing!

Han Feng chuckled softly, then pushed her onto the bed.

Instead of closing her eyes in embarrassment, Jiang Surou stared at him defiantly, determined to maintain her composure.

“Hahaha, my strong-willed Senior Sister,” Han Feng said with a chuckle. He bent down to tap her nose playfully before beginning to explore her with his hands.

As their passion grew, both of them found themselves increasingly captivated by each other. Their gazes softened, filled with unspoken affection.

Han Feng leaned down to kiss her gently and whispered,
“Senior Sister, are you ready?”

“Bring it on. I’m not afraid of you.”

“Alright, here I come,” Han Feng said, moving forward.

“Ah… it hurts! Can’t you be a little gentler? You’re not being considerate at all!”

“Understood, as you wish.”

As they adjusted to each other, their movements became more fluid, their connection deepened, and their rhythm synchronized. Neither was willing to yield, both determined to assert themselves.

“Stop focusing only on that! Start channeling your energy and improving your cultivation!”

“Got it, I’m already doing it.”

“Wait a minute! Why are you on top? Get down here! I refuse to let you dominate me!”

“Hehehe, as you wish, Senior Sister.”