The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 336 - 335: Naughty Ali

Chapter 336: Chapter 335: Naughty Ali

The live stream was going crazy with bullet comments:

[Awooo! The host has a new sponsor, pick me, pick me!]

[Balala the Fairies, let it be me! Hit, hit, hit!]

Qu Tong scrolled the comment section down to accommodate about 25 fans and took a screenshot.

She identified the IDs, followed them with one click, and then uploaded the screenshot to her status update.

"Babies who got captured in the screenshot, private message me your address, that’s it for today’s live stream, see you next time babes."

[Okay, a fan who’s been following for over two hundred months will now private message sister my address, **cries**~]

Before turning off the live stream, Qu Tong saw this and couldn’t help but laugh softly, deciding to send a big watermelon as an added gift for this "two hundred-year-old baby".

Qu Tong covered the cake with a transparent packaging box and tied a beautiful double-layered bow.

She then sent the lucky fan’s address to Mi Nuo.

Mi Nuo had come over today to ask whether she enjoyed the sweets and if she wanted more or had any suggestions. But Si Yuting had distracted her, and she forgot.

It was only during the live stream that she messaged her, along with extending a little benefit to the audience.

True to the heiress of the Mi family, the calculative side of her was plain to see, yet she made people willingly accept it.

Because Yuting disliked pomp and circumstance, Qu Tong carried the small cake back to her room.

Qu Tong sat at the dining table in the living room; she had placed the cake in the refrigerator inside the Space Button.

She didn’t wait long before she heard the "click" of the door unlocking.

Qu Tong looked up to see Si Yuting’s tall and handsome figure appearing at the door.

His gaze lingered upon meeting Qu Tong’s eyes, slightly taken aback.

Leaving his coat by the door, Si Yuting walked over to Qu Tong, "Haven’t gone to bed yet?"

"What time is it now? It’s still early." Qu Tong flashed a grin.

For her, sleepless nights and difficulty waking up in the morning were common occurrences.

"Your Highness, go take a shower. I have something to tell you later." Qu Tong waved Si Yuting over, urging him.

Si Yuting’s steady steps paused imperceptibly, and he took a deep look at Qu Tong, "Alright!"

Si Yuting was quick to shower, and Qu Tong paid no mind to his shirt that was undone by two buttons, beckoning him over to the dining table.

"Your Highness, happy birthday! I made this cake myself."

Qu Tong took the cake out from the Space Button and placed it in front of Si Yuting.

Si Yuting stared at the exquisitely wrapped, adorably frosted birthday cake in front of him, momentarily at a loss for a response.

Qu Tong sat next to Si Yuting, pulling the only fairy wand from a pile of candles, her eyes curving delightfully, "Your Highness, would you like to make a wish?"

"No need, I’ve already made one in Cangling Empire."

The corners of Si Yuting’s lips curved up in a slight smile, his gaze firmly on the eager anticipation spilling from Qu Tong’s lively almond eyes.

Willing not to waste even that moment.

"Alright then, you can unwrap the present yourself." Speaking, Qu Tong clasped her hands beneath her chin, leaning forward involuntarily.

Si Yuting opened the cake box, and Qu Tong passed him a knife and fork. Si Yuting folded the pink ribbon in half and tied it around Qu Tong’s wrist.

Qu Tong’s eyes were all for the cake and she didn’t mind this detail, if Yuting liked to tie it, let him.

Si Yuting shifted his profound gaze from Qu Tong’s hand, by protocol, cutting a piece of cake for himself first, and then a bigger one for Qu Tong.

Qu Tong looked admiringly at Si Yuting, "Then I won’t hold back."

A low chuckle escaped from Si Yu’s throat as he too began to taste his little wife’s creation.

They both ate half of it, most of which Qu Tong consumed.

"Finished eating?" Si Yuting looked at Qu Tong, his voice clear and magnetic.

Qu Tong put down her plate contentedly, "Yes... Hey!"

Before Qu Tong could react, Si Yuting scooped her up in a princess carry and headed toward the bedroom.

"Your Highness?" Qu Tong wrapped her arms around Si Yuting’s neck to steady herself.

Si Yuting laid Qu Tong down on the bed and leaned over slightly, his lips touching Qu Tong’s nose tip.

"Change how you address me."

Qu Tong arched an eyebrow, "Grand Marshal?"

Si Yuting recalled the emotionally stirring call at the banquet and corrected her, "Say ’husband’."

Qu Tong: "Your Highness."

"Good girl, say ’husband,’" Si Yuting cajoled with a softer voice.

"Your Highness!" Qu Tong stubbornly refused to change her addressing, turning her head away.

Si Yu turned Qu Tong’s head back and pursed his lips: "Ali, I was wrong."

Qu Tong hooked up a bright smile, teasingly sarcastic, "No, how could Your Highness be wrong? The mistake was mine."

Si Yuting was both annoyed and amused, but helpless all the same—after all, he was the one at fault.

It was only now that he realized she hadn’t called him ’husband’ since that time, even when they were alone.

Maybe he had gone a bit too far with those words at that time.

Little girl holds a grudge.

Si Yuting sighed: "Ali, what can I do to earn your forgiveness?"

"Depends on your performance," Qu Tong said haughtily, tilting her chin slightly.

To Qu Tong, it meant her usual behavior, but in Si Yuting’s ears, it took on a few different meanings.

Suddenly, something was stuffed into Qu Tong’s mouth.

Qu Tong pushed with her tongue and clenched with her teeth, squinting at Si Yuting, "What is this for?"

"Candy," Si Yuting replied coolly, his voice husky.

With an "am I an idiot" expression, Qu Tong spit the pill forcefully onto the ground.

Since when does candy look like a capsule?

Si Yuting’s gaze hardened slightly: "Ali, you’re not being good."

"Didn’t Your Highness guess long ago that I was just pretending?" Qu Tong smiled mischievously and suddenly leaned closer to Si Yuting, her eyes seductive as silk, "Which tactic does Your Highness prefer more?"

Si Yuting drew in a cold breath, his eyes dark and unclear, his sexy Adam’s apple moving up and down with a restrained control, matching his stern and sharp features—it was both forbidding and inviting.

Qu Tong admitted she was not solely attracted by looks, but she couldn’t help it—this was her lawful husband, after all.

And she could tease him however she wanted!

It dawned on Qu Tong what Si Yuting had given her.

In a moment of surprise, Si Yuting had already pressed down on her, and Qu Tong was completely immersed in the softness of the large bed.

"As long as it’s from Ali, I’ll take any tactic," he said.

His scorching kisses, like a fire spreading through a field, claimed every inch of her mouth.

A "candy" was passed over.

Under the dual pressure of his slightly rough hands over her neck, she had no choice but to swallow it down.

Though she hadn’t planned on spitting it out anyway.

Si Yuting embraced her, and the pressure of his lips lightened, conveying a gentleness that was deliberately controlled.

His long eyelashes concealed the desire in his eyes, yet it felt so vividly real to her.

His moist, warm lips kissed the corner of her mouth, her neck, and then her collarbone...

When the kissing became passionate, Si Yuting untied the bow on her wrist and then arched his back to start undoing his clothes.

Only then did Qu Tong realize he planned to treat her as a gift and indulge himself!

What a bad man!

He had it all planned out early!

But, having such a handsome and well-built lawful husband finally willing to be intimate with her was cause for celebration!

Qu Tong was both excited and nervous!

The nervousness was because, adding both her lives together, she had not a bit of practical experience, only some vague and hazy theoretical knowledge from romance novels.

Back then, internet censorship was strict, one could only say it was better than nothing.

Luckily, she didn’t need to know how, as long as Si Yuting did.

With that thought, Qu Tong turned passivity into initiative and hooked her slender leg around Si Yuting’s waist...