132 Kiss
Cloud and mist were swirling above the sea of clouds, obscuring vision just a couple of meters away.
The two figures were tightly enveloped by the mist. Jiang Huai often suspected that if they weren’t outside at this moment, but instead in a room, Wen Wanwan would have likely been pushed down beneath him.
No, it could also be that Wen Wanwan had pushed him down instead.
Usually gentle and soft-spoken, Wen Wanwan seemed to gain courage little by little whenever they were alone together, and the main reason for this was that Jiang Huai had not rejected her, which gave her increasing boldness.
Jiang Huai even suspected that if he were to make some excessive request now, Wen Wanwan might agree… But after all, this was broad daylight, and he felt it necessary to take care of the girl’s little sense of shame.
A bonfire burned dimly in the mist, and after it extinguished, Jiang Huai tossed two sweet potatoes into the flames. The pavilion’s bench was long enough for him to lie down and take a nap; at that moment, he rested his head on Wen Wanwan’s lap, while she gently stroked his head.
Jiang Huai didn’t fall asleep but instead engaged Wen Wanwan in quiet conversation about her past.
Wen Wanwan, like him, was an ordinary child from a mundane background who had been brought back by cultivators from the sect who were responsible for seeking fated connections. In major sects like theirs, there were dedicated teams tasked with finding such fated individuals. After all, for just a few hundred taels of silver, they could acquire an Outer Sect Disciple, who required minimal resources for cultivation. If they succeeded in the future, it would benefit the sect.
Wen Wanwan and her sister Wen Fufu had been brought back to the mountain gate at a very young age. Wen Wanwan was found to have decent cultivation talent, while her sister had potential as well, but her weak constitution had kept her bedridden nearly every day, almost leading to her expulsion from the Tian Xuan Sect. Fortunately, a kind elder from the Outer Sect they had encountered earlier arranged for the two sisters to sleep together. Although nothing more had happened, Wen Wanwan felt immense gratitude.
As for their parents in the secular world, Wen Wanwan and Wen Fufu had long forgotten their faces. Even if they could remember, they would no longer seek them out, as disciples brought to the mountain gate effectively severed their ties with the mortal realm.
Wen Wanwan’s previous life had been rather dull; she had no friends and diligently cultivated her skills. She didn’t have many stories to tell, and most of their conversations eventually turned towards her sister. She spoke of her sister’s illness and how she loved to read strange and peculiar books, especially those written by an author named A Mumu…
At this point, the corners of Jiang Huai’s eyes twitched slightly. After a moment’s hesitation, he spoke, “That person is me.”
“Eh?” Wen Wanwan was taken aback.
Jiang Huai innocently blinked.
In the next second, Wen Wanwan’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she poked his chest with her tiny hand, “So Senior Brother Jiang Huai… is also a big bad guy.”
Jiang Huai found himself both amused and speechless, then proceeded to explain his creative mindset when writing as A Mumu. It was a lively conversation overall, but a hint of melancholy shone in Wen Wanwan’s eyes, and she quietly muttered, “Wanwan had actually learned many, many methods to seduce Senior Brother Jiang Huai… but it turns out they were all written by Senior Brother Jiang Huai…”
“Hm? I’m more curious about what you’ve learned.”
“How shameful.”
“Then I want to hear.”
“Like… wearing a low-cut dress and accidentally bending over in front of Senior Brother Jiang Huai… or… breaking the ties of my dress… covering my chest while asking Senior Brother Jiang Huai to tie it back up… or… asking Senior Brother Jiang Huai to apply flower dew on my back…”
“Hm? Were these all the serious things I wrote?” Jiang Huai was momentarily stunned; those sounded very serious indeed.
“No, no, no, the more interesting ones I haven’t figured out yet…” Wen Wanwan answered with a hint of grievance, murmuring softly, “But… if Senior Brother Jiang Huai likes, he can… take his time to teach Wanwan…”
“So, what does Wanwan want to learn?”
“Tonight… Senior Brother Jiang Huai should teach Wanwan how to kiss properly, okay?” Wen Wanwan’s eyes sparkled with both shyness and brightness, making Jiang Huai’s head spin.
He was only familiar with such matters through books, but when the strange fantasies in his head suddenly became real, he found himself momentarily timid. However, he couldn’t show any cowardice now. He leaned in close to Wen Wanwan’s ear, “Then can I give you a kiss first?”
“Kiss… is… referring to a kiss… where…”
“It’s exactly what you’re thinking.”
“Then… how can… Wanwan is supposed to serve Senior Brother Jiang Huai…”
“But why do I feel that there’s a hint of expectation hidden in Wanwan’s eyes?”
Wen Wanwan immediately closed her eyes, responding quietly and aggrieved, “Yes, a little… but… oh no, Senior Brother Jiang Huai, don’t look at me like that…”
“Hm?”
“Earlier, when we just kissed, Wanwan… Wanwan already…”
“Already…?”
“Already…”
Wen Wanwan’s face grew crimson as she poked Jiang Huai’s cheek. Jiang Huai sat up from her lap, and Wen Wanwan stood in front of him, slightly bending at the waist. With her fingertips, she gently grasped the hem of her dress, cautiously lifting it. Unfortunately, her movements were so slow that they made Jiang Huai’s breath slow as well.
Until she covered her face with her dress, Jiang Huai barely heard her say softly, “Already…”
Jiang Huai went to her side, gently letting down her dress, and pulled Wen Wanwan’s soft body into his embrace, leaning into her ear, “In the sea of clouds on the mountain, where mist swirls, it’s perfectly normal to feel a little wet.”
Yet Wen Wanwan’s body still trembled lightly like a little deer. Snuggling against him, she looked up at Jiang Huai with a pitiful expression, “I want… to go back to the courtyard…”
“I’ll carry you back.” Jiang Huai scooped Wen Wanwan up in a princess carry. She obediently closed her legs, burying her face in his chest, too shy to meet his gaze.
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Jiang Huai naturally carried Wen Wanwan back to her courtyard.
Once inside, he gently lowered her onto her bed and closed the door. Only then did Wen Wanwan finally gather enough strength to sit up. She pointed towards the direction of the cabinet.
Jiang Huai approached the cabinet and opened it to find her neatly folded underwear. He picked out a pure white piece and returned to Wen Wanwan’s side. She bit her lip, staring at him for a second, but Jiang Huai, with a warm smile in his eyes, didn’t blink.
Wen Wanwan stood up, looking pitifully at him. Carefully lifting the hem of her dress, as she slid the white silk stockings down to her knees, her cheeks had turned as red as if they would drip with water. Yet Jiang Huai continued to gaze at her without relent. She seemed on the verge of tears, sitting on the edge of the bed, just about to bend over to take off her shoes, but Jiang Huai was already kneeling beside her, gently grasping her ankle and removing her shoes, then taking hold of her stockings, slowly peeling them down.
Wen Wanwan’s shoes were neatly placed to the side. Her white and tender little feet came together, her fingertips lightly gripping the bed sheet, her eyes filled with unease yet hiding a hint of anticipation.
“Senior Brother Jiang Huai…”
“Hm?”
“Speak a little quieter.”
“Why?”
“Because… my sister is in the next room, if we make too much noise she might hear…”
“I see…”
As Wen Wanwan spoke, she leaned gently against Jiang Huai, whispering softly into his ear. Then she obediently lay down on the bed, her fair hand lightly covering her lips.
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Jiang Huai filled the bathtub with water, adding a few drops of flower dew. He then picked Wen Wanwan up and placed her gently into the tub. Afterward, he tidied up Wen Wanwan’s discarded dress and the bed sheet, replacing them with a fresh set. The dress was put aside to be cleaned later. Wen Wanwan’s body was almost entirely submerged in the tub, with only a small portion of her collarbone visible. She covered her face with her hands but couldn’t resist peeking at Jiang Huai through her fingers as he arranged everything.
When Jiang Huai had put everything in order, Wen Wanwan slowly lowered her hands, gazing sweetly at Jiang Huai. She softly asked, “The bathtub… is big enough… do you want to join me for a soak, Senior Brother Jiang Huai?”
“Together with Wanwan?”
“Mm…”
“Okay, I’m coming.”
“Yes, okay…” Wen Wanwan’s shoulders couldn’t help but tremble again.
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Noon.
“So what were you and Senior Brother Jiang Huai doing in the room just now?”
Wen Fufu sat on a chair in the courtyard, wearing a light spring dress. Her legs were lazily crossed beneath the hem, a lollipop given to her by Jiang Huai from previously stuffed in her cheeks. She hugged her arms and pretended to ask innocently.
“We were whispering under the quilt.”
“Hm? I think I heard something, like Senior Brother Jiang Huai… don’t, don’t kiss again, uh…” Wen Fufu even imitated the shy tone Wen Wanwan had used at the time.
In the next moment, Wen Wanwan quickly covered Wen Fufu’s lips, shooting her a fierce glare, “You’re not allowed to say that! You didn’t hear anything!”
Once Wen Wanwan removed her hand, Wen Fufu looked up at her pitifully, “Sister only bullies me here every day; that’s not skillful at all. Why not bully Senior Brother Jiang Huai?”
“That’s not true; your sister bullied me just now too.” Jiang Huai innocently blinked.
But thinking of this, Wen Wanwan’s cheeks reddened even more. The way she had bullied Jiang Huai was just by tightly pressing their lips together, not allowing him to venture anywhere else—only to her.
Wen Wanwan had never imagined that she would one day have such abandon, such shamelessness, but everything was willingly accepted. She didn’t dislike it at all; just thinking about it made her heart race like it was about to leap out of her chest.
“So what were you and Senior Brother Jiang Huai doing in the room? Fufu is really curious.” Wen Fufu absentmindedly swung her delicate little feet in front of Jiang Huai. Despite the innocence in her eyes, everything pointed to her just pretending to be ignorant.
Jiang Huai replied with a blank expression, “We were playing a really fun game.”
“Can I join next time?” Wen Fufu’s expression was as innocent as possible.
“Of course not.” Jiang Huai still responded without changing his stoic demeanor, showing no sign of embarrassment.
Wen Wanwan tapped Wen Fufu on the head, and Wen Fufu looked at her pitifully while holding her head. Only then did she obediently settle down.
