My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

red his head and kissed her red lips again.
“Wifey, call me that again.”

Lu Zijia blinked and looked very obedient, like a harmless bunny.
“Hubby.”

“Say it again.”

Mu Tianyan’s voice seemed to become a bit hoarse, as if he was suppressing something.

Sensing the obvious change in her man, Lu Zijia’s eyes darted around and she immediately pounced on the man, holding his peerlessly handsome face and biting him wildly.

After feeling that it was about time, she ran to the bathroom without waiting for the man to make another move.
“Hubby, I’m hungry.
I’ll go wash up first!”

Mu Tianyan: “…” It seemed a bit irresponsible for his wife to run away after flirting with him!

It was almost an hour later when the two of them finished washing up and changed their clothes.

After going downstairs, Lu Zijia immediately sensed pairs of meaningful gazes.

Lu Zijia rolled her eyes speechlessly.
People said that women were gossipy.
In her opinion, men weren’t inferior either.

The butler, Uncle He, put a pot of stew in front of Lu Zijia and said with a smile, “Madam, this is the chicken soup I made early in the morning.
Drink it slowly.
Be careful, it’s hot.”

“Right, right, right, make up for it.
Maybe I already have a grand-disciple.” Taoist Mu Qing also said happily.

“Oh, Master has a child! Master has a child!” The golden pagoda, which was sitting at the dining table with a bone in its front two paws, also joined in the fun and shouted.

Lu Zijia: “…” Why did she have the feeling that the whole world knew that she slept with her man last night?

Even if they had slept together, all they did was lay under the covers and chat!

Oh no, she seemed to have fallen asleep without chatting.

She seemed to be making things worse… Forget it, she should just drink the chicken soup silently!