In the kitchen, Senior Brother Jiang Huai was busy preparing lunch when Wen Wanwan unexpectedly joined him, offering to help. The girl’s cheeks still held a hint of lingering crimson as she spoke softly, “My sister speaks without thinking sometimes. Please don’t take it to heart, Senior Brother Jiang Huai.”
“I’m perfectly fine,” he reassured her.
“I promise I will teach Fufu properly in the future,” Wen Wanwan said, as if worried Jiang Huai would feel uncomfortable.
“Really, it doesn’t bother me at all. As long as you’re not embarrassed, that’s what matters,” he replied with a helpless smile. Turning towards Wen Wanwan, he noticed her face growing even redder. She reached out to trace circles on his chest with her finger, whispering, “But Senior Brother Jiang Huai, you said yesterday that you need to take care of your health, and here I am teasing you…”
“Ha ha, who do you think you’re looking down on? A little adjustment is all it takes.”
“Then… should we sleep together tonight?” Wen Wanwan asked shyly, gazing up at him with wide eyes.
“Um, I can wait with you until you fall asleep, but I should probably head back to my room later. I’m a bit uncomfortable sleeping in new places,” Jiang Huai replied.
Wen Wanwan obediently nodded.
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Jiang Huai took out a deck of playing cards and settled outside with Wen Wanwan and Wen Fufu, playing a game of Landlords. The rules were simple and easy to learn. The three of them played all afternoon without betting any spirit stones. If Jiang Huai lost, he would buy beautiful clothes for Wen Wanwan and Wen Fufu; if Wen Wanwan lost, she would have to give him a quick kiss, and if Wen Fufu lost, she had to stick little notes on her face.
By the end of the game, Wen Fufu had numerous notes stuck to her face but walked away with plenty of pretty dresses from Jiang Huai. He had acquired these outfits from the System Mall; he had obtained quite a few today, with options for color and size, costing only a handful of points. After the card game, he sat in the courtyard and watched the two girls model their new outfits.
They changed into the dresses Jiang Huai gifted them, asking whether they looked good, or mischievously walked out together, trying to see if Jiang Huai could guess which one was the older sister and which was the younger sister. Despite the two sisters mimicking each other’s tones and expressions, Jiang Huai always correctly identified Wen Wanwan.
Wen Fufu was puzzled and kept asking Jiang Huai to reveal his secret, but he simply brushed it off, claiming it was an instinct between those who liked each other.
He could guess correctly because he was skilled at discerning subtle expressions, and Wen Wanwan’s were easy to read. Wen Fufu’s eyes, on the other hand, often gave Jiang Huai a sense of disdain. Furthermore, with the activation of his mission system, he was able to see that there were many tasks tied to Wen Wanwan, which reflected his odd desires.
For instance, tasks like asking Wen Wanwan to wear black silk, applying flower dew to it… or tying her up with little candles dripping on her skin, or covering her eyes and tracing circles with his tongue on her body. These were minor tasks that came with little rewards, and Jiang Huai didn’t believe he truly held such wicked thoughts; it was merely the meddling of the system that teased him, having duped him before.
While making lunch, he had already used a message-transmitting stone to inform Chu Xianning that he would be back late. She acknowledged it. In the evening, he continued to stay in the courtyard, prepared a rich dinner for the two girls, and even opened a small pot of alcohol. Wen Fufu could have a little, but after drinking, she playfully raised her little calf under the table, rubbing it against Jiang Huai’s leg. He discreetly grabbed her ankle and tickled her, making her withdraw.
In his mind, Wen Fufu was a youthful girl, tainted by A Mumu’s various lewd writings, and Jiang Huai sometimes felt a small pang of guilt.
At that moment, Wen Fufu was wearing a black qipao, the black silk stockings underneath glimmering slightly. She had also received high heels that Jiang Huai gifted her and was happily holding her sister’s hand, walking in circles in the courtyard.
Wen Wanwan, on the other hand, wore a white qipao adorned with gold stitching that highlighted her slender and long figure. The side slit of the dress inadvertently revealed her snow-white calf, so smooth and delicate. After dinner, Jiang Huai lay back in the courtyard, gazing at the moon. When Wen Fufu finished bathing and went off to bed, he exchanged a look with Wen Wanwan, who winked at him, saying, “Wanwan wants to help Senior Brother Jiang Huai bathe…”
Back in the room, Wen Wanwan climbed onto the bed in her qipao, her rounded knees lightly touching the mattress. She looked back at Jiang Huai; the dress concealed her snow-white buttocks completely. Jiang Huai had just come back from the bathhouse with her and knew she wore nothing beneath her qipao.
Her snow-white calves lifted, the tender little feet swaying gently in the air. Earlier, in the bathhouse, Wen Wanwan had already pressed her body against his, teasing him under the pretense of applying flower dew. After playfully escaping Jiang Huai’s embrace, she had said she wanted to wait until they got back to the room… but now, with nowhere to run, she adopted a docile demeanor.
Jiang Huai looked into Wen Wanwan’s eyes and gently blinked at her, saying, “It might really hurt.”
“Wanwan… isn’t afraid of pain.”
“Well then, we have to apply some flower dew first.”
Wen Wanwan bit her lip and then suddenly whispered very quietly, “Then… can I use my own flower dew?”
“How do you plan to obtain that?”
“Senior Brother Jiang Huai… you’ll have to think of a way…”
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Jiang Huai held Wen Wanwan in his arms.
He was such a scoundrel—only a big scumbag would go to sleep immediately after doing something wrong! Wen Wanwan’s body was soft against him, and her cheeks were flushed. She lifted her little face and said, “It doesn’t hurt at all; don’t worry, Senior Brother Jiang Huai…”
“Eh? Don’t show that expression, Senior Brother Jiang Huai. Wanwan isn’t feeling wronged… It was the Qingyu Fairy who came first. When you and the Qingyu Fairy… complete dual cultivation, then I won’t mind waiting for my turn; Wanwan really is okay with it…” her small face was close to Jiang Huai’s, earnestly staring into his eyes.
Jiang Huai looked at her, both amused and bewildered. Wen Wanwan giggled, “That’s Wanwan’s cunning little trick; as long as Senior Brother Jiang Huai feels just a little bit indebted to Wanwan, he’ll hold her tighter…”
“Can you still call it a trick if you just said it out loud?” Jiang Huai asked, leaning in closer to examine her eyes.
“Because Senior Brother Jiang Huai… is someone very trustworthy, so it’s okay to say it, right?” Wen Wanwan’s eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief.
“So it really doesn’t hurt?”
“It doesn’t hurt at all, though it’s a bit strange and makes my legs feel weak… but… I like it. If I get used to being bullied by Senior Brother Jiang Huai too much… what should I do?”
Jiang Huai’s mind began to spin again.
Succubus—she must be a succubus!
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As Jiang Huai walked out of Wen Wanwan’s room, his head was spinning.
He had left only after coaxing Wen Wanwan to sleep. He hadn’t actually intended to do anything so outrageous, so shameless, or bully her so much. Just the other day, while they were in the bamboo forest and Jiang Huai had shared what happened with Luo Qingyu, Wen Wanwan had brought it up again today in the bathhouse, saying she was open to it too…
Jiang Huai had almost said not to force it, but before he could finish, Wen Wanwan leaned in, her eyes bright and expectant, and said she wanted to try. He got the feeling that if he declined, she would be really heartbroken. Thus, he hazily agreed and ended up bullying Wen Wanwan instead.
If Luo Qingyu’s compliance was somewhat feigned, maybe Wen Wanwan was a bit the same, yet they felt entirely different. It seemed Wen Wanwan truly didn’t care about Jiang Huai’s entanglements with other girls; she merely wanted a small place that belonged to her, nothing more.
Before returning to the mountain, Jiang Huai thought he could at least maintain some willpower, but upon seeing Wen Wanwan dressed nicely, the hint of unease and grievance in her eyes broke down his resolve in an instant.
He was indeed a dog—he couldn’t stand even a flicker of grievance in her eyes.
Today, counting the daytime interruptions, they had been intimate three times: once in the bath when Wen Wanwan kissed him, again when he watched her put on her clothes, and now tonight. It seemed the spirit medicine he concocted for his body really worked wonders.
But he felt that if Wen Wanwan weren’t so considerate about his health, wanting him to take things slow, she would probably want to continue teasing him for a long time. It was evidently he who felt comfortable, yet when she saw him happy, it seemed like she was equally delighted.
He had told her stories for a long time before she fell asleep, not once feeling it was a bother. After watching her sleep soundly, he felt an inexplicable sense of tranquility.
He still couldn’t pinpoint when his feelings for Wen Wanwan had quietly begun to bloom.
Initially, he was only drawn to her because of her beauty, wanting to get closer while wearing his mask of a gentleman, “Jiang Xiaohu.” Yet it seemed Wen Wanwan detected his weaknesses beneath that mask; she was utterly irresistible to him. Thus, he slowly succumbed to his desires… truly, he was pathetic.
However, now that he saw her sleeping obediently in his arms, Jiang Huai felt an inexplicable sense of fulfillment and satisfaction. He suddenly began to imagine a peculiar question: if one day Wen Wanwan stopped giving kisses, or hugging, or letting him do bad things, would he still like her then? He stood under the eaves for a while, contemplating thoroughly.
He would probably still like her very much.
It was strange indeed. He had started to like Luo Qingyu because of how much she liked him; it was the same with Wen Wanwan. But why did he feel so differently about Chu Xianning? Even though she hadn’t shown him any romantic feelings before he turned fourteen, he couldn’t help but like her?
Was it greed at play?
A mother complex?
Oh, thinking about it felt a bit disturbing. Jiang Huai shook his head, trying to rid himself of such odd thoughts. Overthinking would only lead to losing himself. Living life day by day, naturally and happily, was the true essence.
Just as he took a step forward, he suddenly noticed Wen Fufu, dressed in a black nightgown, lying on a lounge chair in the pavilion, her beautiful eyes staring at him unblinkingly for quite some time.
“Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?” Jiang Huai was taken aback.
“The soundproofing in the room is terrible, and I woke up when I heard my sister being bullied by you. After drinking a little, my head feels fuzzy, so I came to the courtyard for some fresh air,” Wen Fufu replied innocently, playfully swaying her tender little feet.
The moment Jiang Huai’s gaze was instinctively drawn, he caught a sly grin creeping across her lips.
“Turns out my brother-in-law really is the kind of pervert who gets excited over little girls’ feet…” she said playfully.
