One stick of incense.
Two sticks of incense.
The atmosphere in the room became subtly interesting at this moment. Jiang Huai remained silent, and Chu Xianning said nothing either. She simply sat quietly by the bedside, with Jiang Huai, who had become her soft cushion, his white and tender little feet stepping on his chest. She began to read a book, while Jiang Huai continued to wrestle with his desires.
After half an hour, Jiang Huai could no longer endure the loneliness and finally spoke, “I don’t want it anymore, Master.”
“Really don’t want it anymore?”
“Really don’t want it anymore.”
“Then I’ll let you touch me,” Chu Xianning said faintly, her fingertips flipping through the pages of the book, without even glancing at Jiang Huai. Jiang Huai happily reached out, but the next moment, Chu Xianning’s toes gently kicked his waist.
Jiang Huai’s eyes widened, “Are you trying to lure me in like this?”
“Shut up,” Chu Xianning said faintly, placing her white and tender little feet back on his chest. “Speak again when you truly don’t want it anymore.”
Another half an hour passed.
“Master, I don’t want it anymore.”
“Really don’t want it anymore?”
“Really, really, really, really don’t want it anymore.”
Chu Xianning closed the book and lowered her head. “Desire has never been that difficult to restrain; it all depends on your choices. Many desires are never as beautiful as you imagine, but when you truly touch them, you find them uninteresting.”
Chu Xianning spoke earnestly, looking at Jiang Huai, who appeared to be taking her words to heart. She sighed softly, “If you want to touch, then touch. If you truly don’t want it anymore, you’ll find there’s nothing interesting about it.”
Jiang Huai reached out, but just as his hand was about to grasp Chu Xianning’s white and tender little feet, her calf lifted high again, and the next second, he was kicked in the waist by Chu Xianning.
Jiang Huai was on the verge of tears.
How could someone set a trap twice?
“I don’t think you really don’t want it anymore. Continue lying down until I feel you truly don’t want it anymore.”
“Master is being unreasonable, defying logic, and playing tricks…”
“Shut up.”
“I protest, Master clearly…”
But the next second, Chu Xianning lifted her leg, her white and tender little foot landing just inches from Jiang Huai’s lips. She lowered her head, her voice cold and unreasonable as she threatened, “Shut up.”
Jiang Huai had no choice but to obediently shut his mouth. Chu Xianning, with a clear conscience, placed her slender jade feet back on his chest.
Jiang Huai felt like he was about to become depressed.
Chu Xianning was clearly toying with his desires; this was the true punishment.
…
By the time Chu Xianning finished reading the entire scroll, she stretched and looked down. Jiang Huai had already fallen asleep.
Jiang Huai slept soundly. Chu Xianning watched him for a few seconds before suddenly chuckling softly. Then, she carefully got out of bed and walked towards the bathhouse.
She had felt uncomfortable and sticky for a long time and wanted to change, but due to her inner melancholy and sulking with this guy, she had held out this long.
Chu Xianning hurried, shedding her clothes and immersing her entire body in the clear spring water. Her palm touched her cheek, and she seemed to faintly feel its warmth.
She looked at the rippling water surface, gazing at her blurred reflection, and suddenly felt inexplicably guilty.
Luo Yueguan had already regained consciousness, but she seemed to be becoming more and more muddled. She could have refused to indulge him in his foolishness, yet she had been led astray and continued to play along.
Chu Xianning sighed softly, got out of the bath, and shook the water droplets from her body. Her skin was incredibly delicate, and the water droplets cascaded down lightly. She changed into a new white Daoist robe and walked out of the bathhouse with her bare, white and tender jade feet. When she returned to the room, Jiang Huai was still fast asleep.
He had stayed up late talking with Luo Qingyu last night and was already exhausted.
Chu Xianning did not wake him. She carefully stepped over him and got back into bed, wrapped herself in the quilt, and resumed reading a new ancient scroll. The light in the room was dim, and time seemed to stretch out languidly.
A few days ago, when Jiang Huai was not in the courtyard, she had also been alone like this. Occasionally, she would lift the curtain and gaze into the distance for a long, long time, a sense of emptiness in her heart that she couldn’t explain. But with Jiang Huai’s return, that emptiness seemed to be filled in an instant.
Chu Xianning gently bit her lower lip, lowered her eyes, and shifted her thoughts back to the book.
…
Jiang Huai slowly opened his eyes.
A faint floral fragrance still permeated the room.
At this moment, Chu Xianning was leaning against the bed. The curtains were slightly pulled open, and a stream of light from outside fell on her profile. Even her eyelashes seemed to be brushed with gold powder. Jiang Huai whispered, “Can I get up now?”
“Have you thought it through?”
“It seems I have, a little bit,” Jiang Huai replied innocently.
Chu Xianning’s gaze fell upon him, and she finally said calmly, “Then you may get up.”
So Jiang Huai finally got up from the floor. Chu Xianning was not covered by a quilt. The white and tender little feet beneath her skirt were slightly together. The veins on her smooth, snow-white insteps were clearly visible, and her delicate pink toes were crystal-clear and cute. He secretly glanced again before guiltily retracting his gaze.
He reached out to Chu Xianning. “Give me your wrist, I’ll check your body again, Master.”
Chu Xianning extended her slender, lily-like arm, and Jiang Huai gently grasped her wrist. A faint stream of spiritual Qi flowed through her body, and soon he perceived clearly that all her acupoints had been opened, and spiritual Qi now flowed unimpeded. Jiang Huai let out a long sigh of relief. “Alright, you’re completely well this time.”
“Mm.”
Jiang Huai released her hand. “Then I’ll go out first?”
“Mm,” Chu Xianning nodded gently.
Jiang Huai turned and walked out the door.
…
Jiang Huai arrived at Wen Wanwan’s courtyard. When the door opened, Wen Wanwan was teaching Wen Fufu sword practice inside.
It was a hot summer day, and Wen Fufu’s thin gauze skirt had become slightly sticky. Crystal sweat beads dotted her soft, snow-white body. Jiang Huai sat to the side and cut the spiritual melon he brought into three pieces, one for each of them.
With the melon to eat, Wen Fufu found an excuse to slack off and moved closer to sit beside Jiang Huai, taking large bites of the melon, juice dripping from the corners of her mouth. Wen Wanwan came and sat beside Jiang Huai. “Senior Brother Jiang Huai, you’ve come at just the right time.”
“Oh?”
“We were just about to go bathe with Fufu.”
“Is this… considered the right time?”
“Won’t Senior Brother Jiang Huai be joining us?” Wen Wanwan took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead. Jiang Huai, however, looked towards Wen Fufu, who was engrossed in eating her melon, her cheeks still puffed out. She looked at him innocently. “What are you looking at me for?”
“Sister was referring to you and her bathing together, not taking me. Do you want me to accompany you both?”
“…”
“It wouldn’t be impossible if you begged me.” Wen Fufu blinked innocently, and then Jiang Huai turned his head away. “No way.”
Wen Fufu laughed merrily, while Wen Wanwan had already extended her hand towards Jiang Huai and walked towards the bathhouse in the backyard. The water in the bathhouse rippled, and the ice spirit pearls laid on the bottom kept the water temperature low, not scaldingly hot. Wen Wanwan came to his side, her slender jade hand gently untying his sash and removing all his clothes. Then, she poked his chest lightly with her fingertip and said, “Wait for Wanwan in the bathhouse.”
Jiang Huai went into the bathhouse, while Wen Wanwan stood by the edge of the bathhouse, gently undoing her sash and shedding her clothes one by one. Her movements became intentionally slow, her white and soft skin gradually exposed to the sunlight, so dazzlingly bright that Jiang Huai could barely open his eyes.
She was deliberately undressing slowly for him to see, so flirtatious.
As Jiang Huai’s gaze fell upon her, the earlobes of Wen Wanwan flushed a faint red. Even though they had slept naked in each other’s arms countless times, Wen Wanwan still blushed a little every time. Her underwear was carefully removed and placed on the table beside her. Only when all her clothes were neatly put away did she carefully step into the bathhouse and come to Jiang Huai’s side, gently applying bubble bath flower dew to his chest.
These days, Jiang Huai had been spending more time with Luo Qingyu. Although Wen Wanwan had never complained, her soft body was now retaliating, rubbing against Jiang Huai. Her snow-white legs clasped him tightly, not allowing him to move, embracing him gently. Her slender jade hands carefully spread the flower dew evenly on his back, and she leaned close to his ear. “In the bathhouse, if Fufu comes to join us later, will Senior Brother Jiang Huai be angry?”
Jiang Huai first shook his head, then nodded, then shook his head again.
The corners of Wen Wanwan’s lips curved slightly. In the bathhouse, she stood on tiptoe. Her snow-white legs no longer held him so tightly. Her slender jade hands reached out and gently embraced his neck, her lips drawing close.
A kiss would soon make them incredibly smooth and tender, like petals slowly revealing glistening dew.
…
“Ew… I knew it…” Wen Fufu innocently walked into the bathhouse, looking at Wen Wanwan, who was now being held by Jiang Huai.
Jiang Huai’s movements abruptly stopped, but Wen Wanwan refused to yield, lowering her head to gently bite Jiang Huai’s shoulder.
“You don’t need to mind me. I’m just here to bathe, and I’ll be quick,” Wen Fufu said, undressing herself.
The summer sun made Jiang Huai’s head feel dizzy. Two slippery mermaids in the bathhouse seemed to surround him. Wen Fufu continued to apply flower dew to herself. After a while, when Jiang Huai put Wen Wanwan down, her legs were so weak she could barely lift herself.
Wen Fufu gave Jiang Huai a reproachful look and leaned towards Wen Wanwan. “You got Sister dirty again…”
As she spoke, she bent down in the water, her delicate pink lips parting slightly. However, Wen Wanwan didn’t seem to resist much, and Jiang Huai, standing nearby, immediately sensed something was wrong.
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong! Had he read about a similar suggestive scene in a book somewhere? No! Not this trick again!
“What are you looking at Fufu for?” Wen Fufu asked innocently, licking her lips with her delicate pink tongue. “Do you want Fufu to help you clean up too?”
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no…” Jiang Huai took a step back, stammering.
“Fufu hasn’t said she’s willing yet, hmph.” Wen Fufu let out a soft hum, then splashed water at Jiang Huai. She walked towards him. With every step she took, Jiang Huai retreated, until he could retreat no further. Wen Fufu crossed her arms. “You seem very afraid of Fufu.”
“A little.”
“I thought Brother-in-law wasn’t afraid of anything.” Wen Fufu stepped in front of him and lightly tapped his chest. “But you can’t keep bullying Sister.” Wen Fufu’s fingertip slid down his chest and then grabbed it.
She blinked innocently at Jiang Huai. “See, you say no, but…”
