Detoxifying for My Husband

The morning sunlight, carrying a rare winter warmth, filtered through the gaps in the heavy velvet curtains and cast streaks of golden light across the bedroom floor.

The charcoal fire in the fireplace had long gone out, but inside the blankets, it was as warm as spring.

Lynch woke up.

To be precise, he was awakened by an extremely awkward yet irresistible physiological instinct.

After the breakthrough progress of their "legal cohabitation" last night, coupled with the fact that the two of them had literally slept in each other's arms...

At this moment, he was lying on his side, holding the silver-haired woman of his dreams in his arms.

And...

"Hiss..."

Lynch drew in a sharp breath, feeling a fine layer of sweat seeping out on his forehead.

Although the two of them had poured their hearts out to each other last night and their relationship had advanced by leaps and bounds, they still hadn't taken the final step. For this to happen so early in the morning... wasn't it a bit too impolite?

What excuse did he use last time... oh right, ...

He held his breath and tried to quietly inch his body backward to open up a little safe distance.

However.

As soon as he moved, the person in his arms woke up.

Felsy slowly opened her eyes. Her purple pupils still carried a bit of the hazy moisture of having just woken up. She subconsciously rubbed against Lynch's embrace like a lazy cat.

Immediately after...

Her movements stopped.

Obviously, she also felt something unusual.

?

Felsy... her eyes instantly cleared up a bit, even taking on a hint of serious inquiry.

"Uh... well..."

The smile on Lynch's face was as stiff as a rock. "M-Morning, wifey. This... is still the aftereffect of that 'qi and blood circulation' from yesterday. You know how it is, young people recover quickly and have abundant qi and blood..."

He was just about to use a set of "cultivation theories" to fool her like the previous two times, and then find an excuse to get out of bed and take a cold shower.

But this time, Felsy didn't just innocently listen like usual.

She frowned slightly...

"!"

Lynch almost passed away on the spot.

...

"There is absolutely a problem with this."

Felsy's expression grew solemn. "Lynch, tell me honestly, is this really a normal cultivation reaction? Could it be... blood clots blocking your meridians?"

"No, no, no! Absolutely not!"

Lynch grabbed her hand tightly, the veins on his forehead throbbing. "This is normal! Perfectly normal! Just... just let me calm down for ten minutes!"

"Calm down?"

Felsy withdrew her hand and sat up in bed.

As the blanket slipped down, the shoulder strap of her silk nightgown slid off slightly, revealing a large expanse of snowy, smooth skin. Illuminated by the morning light, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

She looked down at Lynch from above and suddenly took a deep breath, as if she had made some kind of decision.

"No."

Felsy shook her head, her tone becoming unusually firm. "The past few times, I listened to you and let you 'calm down' by yourself. But what was the result? Not only did it not get better, but it has started flaring up more and more frequently."

"This proves that your self-regulation methods are ineffective."

Saying that, she suddenly leaned down, resting her hands on either side of Lynch's body, trapping him between herself and the bed. Those purple eyes flickered with a kind of "sense of responsibility" that made Lynch panic.

"I've thought about it."

Felsy said seriously, "In the past, it was always you giving me massages, helping me clear my magic circuits, and taking care of my body. Now that we are already... well, already in that kind of relationship."

At this point, her cheeks flushed slightly, but her gaze did not retreat:

"As your wife, I also need to fulfill my duties."

"I need to give you a massage, too."

"Huh?!" Lynch's eyes widened, his brain instantly crashing. "M-Massage? Massage where?"

"The affected area, of course."

Felsy said as a matter of fact, "..."

"No, this..."

...

Besides... where did you learn this theory about "a wife's duties"?

Seeming to see through Lynch's confusion, Felsy shifted her gaze somewhat uncomfortably and whispered:

"I read it in a book."

"A book? What book?"

"It's those ones Kuma brought back a few days ago... 'The Domineering Sword Saint's Little Wife', 'The Duke's Private Pet', and things like that..."

Felsy's voice grew quieter and quieter. "The book said, ..., this is an important way to enhance a couple's relationship and fulfill one's obligations."

Lynch: "..."

In his heart, he cursed Kuma, that troublemaker, ten thousand times.

Those were freaking romance novels! And most likely the kind of cheap, dirty literature sold at street stalls!

You, a grand World-Destroying Witch, actually treated that kind of stuff as educational reading?! And even applied what you learned?!

"Wifey, listen to me, those books are all made up..."

Lynch tried to make a final struggle. "And that place is really fragile, you can't just massage it casually. What if you break it..."

"Shut up."

Felsy suddenly reached out and covered his mouth, regaining the dominance and bossiness unique to a witch.

"Are you questioning my ability to learn?"

"Or... do you think I'll hurt you?"

She narrowed her eyes and looked at Lynch, a trace of dangerous light in her gaze. "Lynch, I know you just don't want me to work too hard. You are always like this, carrying everything by yourself."

"But."

Felsy leaned down, her lips pressed against his ear, her warm breath spraying against the side of his neck:

"I also want to do something for you."

"Don't move. Leave it to me."

This gentle yet domineering declaration completely shattered Lynch's final line of defense.

Looking at that breathtakingly beautiful face so close at hand, and feeling the clumsy yet sincere love in her words, Lynch sighed and gave up resisting.

Forget it.

Since their feelings for each other had already reached this point, this kind of thing was actually just a natural progression, right?

"Then... be gentle," Lynch said in a hoarse voice.

"Don't worry."

The corners of Felsy's mouth curled up into a confident arc. "My control over the flow of magic is at the grandmaster level. Clearing a mere blood clot will be a piece of cake."

...

............

...

Felsy felt his tension...

"..."

Lynch gritted his teeth, staring fixedly at the ceiling, trying to distract himself by counting sheep.

One sheep, two sheep, Felsy's hand is so soft... three sheep...

...

...

"Lynch..."

She softly called his name, her other hand resting on his chest, feeling his heartbeat growing more violent by the second.

...

...

The room fell into a dead silence.

Lynch lay on the bed like a stranded fish.

As for Felsy, she blinked, a trace of confusion flashing through her purple eyes before dawning realization took over.

"This is..."

Felsy turned her head and looked at Lynch, who was still dazed in sage mode, a gratified smile of "just as I thought" appearing on her face.

"So this is the toxin that was accumulating in your body?"

...

Lynch opened his mouth, wanting to explain that this was actually...

But looking at Felsy's proud "I cured you, hurry up and praise me" expression, and then thinking about the ecstatic experience just now...

Lynch forcefully swallowed back the scientific explanation that had reached his lips.

Explain what?

What if he explained it clearly, and he never got this kind of treatment again?

Moreover, if she were to learn the true meaning of this thing, given the girl's thin skin, she would probably die of shame and indignation, throw him straight out the window, and then hide under the covers for three days without coming out.

For the sake of long-term happiness, and for the harmony of the family.

It was best to let this beautiful misunderstanding continue.

"Ahem... my wife is wise."

Lynch revealed a weak but grateful smile, "Indeed... there was a lot."

"Hmph, naturally."

Felsy smugly lifted her chin. Although the tips of her ears were a bit red, she mostly felt a sense of accomplishment as a wife.

"It seems I'll have to help you clean it out regularly from now on."

Listen to that!

What kind of heavenly days were these!

Lynch felt so happy he was about to faint.

"Thank you for your consideration, dear wife!"

Lynch pulled Felsy into his arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck and greedily sniffing her scent. "You're so good to me... I swear, in this life, I will only let you treat me."

"Nonsense."

Felsy snorted softly. Instead of pushing him away, she reached out and stroked his hair. "If any woman other than me dares to touch your body, I'll chop off her hands."

"However..."

...

"Um... I'll go do it."

Lynch finally reacted and hurriedly tried to get up.

"No need."

Felsy held him down. "You just finished expelling the poison, your body is weak. Lie still."

Saying that, she flicked her finger lightly.

A gentle water magic, Cleansing Spell, appeared out of thin air, turning into a warm stream of water.

Immediately after, came a Drying Spell.

In the blink of an eye, everything was restored to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

Except for the ambiguous atmosphere in the air that had yet to completely dissipate.

"Magic is really convenient..." Lynch sighed.

"Of course. I've also learned quite a few simple little spells lately."

"Hehe, my wife is so smart."

Felsy lay back in his arms and pulled the covers up.

"Alright, since you're cured, let's sleep a bit more."

She let out a yawn and curled up like a lazy cat. "Just now... I got a bit tired."

It was indeed tiring.

That kind of highly concentrated micro-management, coupled with the emotional fluctuations from just now, was quite a drain for someone whose magic had not yet fully recovered.

"Mhm, go to sleep."

Lynch hugged her, feeling her soft, delicate body press tightly against his once again.

This time, it finally behaved.

He looked at Felsy in his arms, who gradually began to breathe evenly, and looking at her defenseless sleeping face, his heart was filled with unprecedented satisfaction and tenderness.

Meanwhile, downstairs.

If the still-unconscious Lady Aria knew in her dreams what had just happened upstairs, she would probably sit bolt upright from her deathbed in sheer anger.

As for the instigator—Kuma, who was still sound asleep in the attic, dreaming of eating chicken drumsticks.

She probably never imagined that the few romance novels she had casually brought back would become a god-tier item that pushed the relationship between her master and Lynch a massive step forward.