Jiang Huai was actually reluctant in his heart.
He had written about such embarrassing play in books quite a bit, but seeing it in reality seemed a bit too ahead of its time.
But at this moment, Chu Xianning’s expression was cold, and her icy voice was like a gleaming sharp knife hanging over his neck. He almost subconsciously obeyed Chu Xianning’s command, his lips parting slightly, and the clear wine liquid fell onto his lips.
Chu Xianning, with her Eighth Realm cultivation level, her porcelain white body unsullied by dust, was fragrant and soft all over, as pure as snowflakes in early spring. Jiang Huai thought this way, and it seemed like nothing much, but the humiliation was indeed a little bit. Wait, he couldn’t be so docile, Jiang Xiaohu. If he got used to being docile, he would truly become a little bastard dog!
“Master… bullying people…” Jiang Huai’s throat bobbed, his voice now full of grievance and sounding muffled.
The clear wine liquid cascaded onto her snow-white foot. Chu Xianning’s anger finally subsided. She lowered her head to gaze at her snow-white little feet, wine liquid still dripping bit by bit from her toes. When she looked again at the grievance in Jiang Huai’s eyes, she began to be unable to distinguish the true and false emotions in them. She could never distinguish, yet she was unwilling to gamble that it was false. Perhaps it was precisely because of this that she indulged him too much.
“Now you know humiliation? Know disgrace? When you were acting like a bastard dog before, why didn’t you feel ashamed?” Chu Xianning coldly moved her white and tender little feet away, tapping her toes on the ground. A wisp of spiritual qi easily dispersed all the wine liquid on her snow-white feet. Her eyes cast another indifferent glance at Jiang Huai, “Next time, I’ll have you kneel and lick it clean.”
Chu Xianning sat on the chair, her legs beneath the skirt hem uncharacteristically crossed. Her toes were slightly raised. Jiang Huai had rarely seen such a lazy and proud posture.
The effect of this Dragon Blood Spirit Pill seemed to be particularly subtle, making the usually calm and aloof Chu Xianning seem particularly prone to showing emotion recently.
Jiang Huai slowly sat up from the ground, took out a handkerchief to wipe his lips, and looked at Chu Xianning with grievance, looking as if he was about to cry. But Chu Xianning ignored his grievance. “Don’t look at me with that kind of gaze.”
“Master is bullying me so much, and you’re not letting me be wronged?” Jiang Xiaohu continued to stare at Chu Xianning with grievance.
But the next moment, Chu Xianning lifted her white and tender little feet and pressed her toes against Jiang Huai’s chin, lifting his face so that his eyes could only look at the dim night sky. She then said coldly, “You usually like to act like a little bastard dog, but when you’re actually treated like one, you’re scared?”
“How am I a little bastard dog, I clearly have filial piety. It’s clearly Master who always thinks of me too badly. What bastard dog or not, if it were Master, licking wouldn’t be impossible…”
Chu Xianning trembled from Jiang Huai’s repulsive tone. She seemed to recall the strange dream from last night. Today, as lust surged in her mind, her consciousness became hazy, and it was as if the scenes from the dream replayed in her mind again and again. She became even more depressed and stifled.
“Is that so? Then shall I give you a chance?”
“Okay.” Jiang Huai lowered his head again, looking at Chu Xianning innocently. Seeing his gaze, Chu Xianning suddenly retracted her white and tender little feet and couldn’t help but kick him on the chest with her toes, pushing him away.
Huh? A hint of shyness this time?
Jiang Huai suddenly realized that he had seen many interesting expressions on Chu Xianning’s face these past few days, expressions that were extremely rare on normal days. Wait, so Master knew this was rewarding me?
No, this isn’t a reward, this is clearly humiliating me! I’m not a pervert!
Heh heh, but if it were Master, licking wouldn’t be impossible.
Jiang Huai’s mind started to fantasize about strange things again, and a lewd smile inevitably appeared on his face. Even if he tried his best to restrain it, a trace still remained. Chu Xianning hugged her chest with both hands, her legs crossed beneath her skirt. This posture should have been full of dominance, but when Jiang Huai shifted his gaze to Chu Xianning’s face, he vaguely read a hint of unease in her eyes.
“It’s clearly Master who has a guilty conscience,” Jiang Huai suddenly mumbled softly, his voice at a level that Chu Xianning could just hear.
Chu Xianning’s breath hitched, and she saw Jiang Huai innocently blink his eyes at her. “Before, when Master wore high heels and was tired from walking, you were willing to have me rub your feet… but today, you’re tired from dancing and it’s not allowed? You say I have malicious intentions and will punish me. If Master’s thoughts are always so capricious, how am I supposed to guess Master’s thoughts?”
Chu Xianning was stunned again. Jiang Huai’s words seemed to have some truth to them.
But then she thought about it carefully. Didn’t the meaning of his words imply… that after letting him rub her once, she would have to let him rub her every time? Not letting him rub her meant she was capricious and unreasonable?
The thought made Chu Xianning even more indignant. How could it be that she was in the wrong? She tightened her grip on her chest slightly, “Your eyes were clear that day, but your gaze is impure today, so I’m punishing you.”
“Then whether my gaze is pure or not is up to Master to decide? What kind of principle is that?”
“Your gaze was impure just now, I don’t like it.” Chu Xianning raised her chin slightly. The benefit of being a Master was that she had the final say. Just as she thought she had regained some of her authority, she heard Jiang Huai say, “Then I can also say that Master’s gaze was impure just now. You’re clearly making fun of me by humiliating me, wanting to see me so humiliated at Master’s feet…”
Chu Xianning’s eyes narrowed slightly, “Jiang Huai…”
The snake-bone whip in Chu Xianning’s hand swished through the air, crackling ominously.
Jiang Huai tilted his head slightly, “Master won’t hit me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Master taught me from a young age to be a reasonable person. I don’t think what I’m saying is entirely unreasonable. If Master hits me, it would be unreasonable.”
“You’re clearly twisting the facts.”
Chu Xianning suddenly realized she couldn’t quite argue with this little bastard Jiang Huai.
“Alright, then I’m twisting the facts. Master, punish me then.” Jiang Huai blinked innocently. This time, his eyes suddenly became obedient again.
What was this? The little bastard dog had just shown its tiny fangs, and in the next moment, it was obediently lying on the ground, wagging its tail?
This made Chu Xianning feel a sense of guilt. She turned her face away. After about five or six seconds, she said softly, “I was already in a bad mood, and you came to provoke me first… It’s not that I’m making fun of you by humiliating you.”
“Then it’s even more my fault… I apologize to Master.”
“Do you really think you’re wrong?”
Jiang Huai nodded vigorously, his eyes full of sincerity, which didn’t seem fake.
Chu Xianning looked at him suspiciously. After a few seconds, she turned her face away again and mumbled softly, “I’ll punish you… come and rub my feet properly.”
…Good, Jiang Huai, you’ve found the first step to using Chu Xianning!
…A small step today, a big step tomorrow!
Jiang Huai walked in front of her. Chu Xianning glanced at him from the corner of her eye, “Who wants you still sitting on the ground? Go to the chair and sit properly.”
So Jiang Huai obediently moved a chair and sat opposite Chu Xianning. Chu Xianning gently grasped the hem of her skirt with her fingertips and lifted her slender legs. Jiang Huai watched as those snow-white, slender legs gradually moved closer to him, about to rest on his legs. Strange, why was he salivating? No, restrain yourself, control, endure, don’t reveal your fox tail.
In the end, Chu Xianning’s white and tender legs were reluctantly placed on Jiang Huai’s legs.
She felt a little bit of depression, as if she had been tricked by the little bastard dog at some point, falling into a trap inadvertently, as if she had been bitten by a dog… But when Jiang Huai’s fingertips touched her delicate pink toes, all of Chu Xianning’s chaotic thoughts suddenly vanished, leaving only a tingling sensation. She instinctively wanted to withdraw her white and tender little feet, but Jiang Huai’s hands had already grasped her snow-white lotus feet.
The disobedient disciple’s massage techniques were quite excessive, Chu Xianning had always known this.
When she was very young, Jiang Huai had learned this excessive massage technique from who knows where. It was especially comfortable and relaxing. Whenever she felt bored or annoyed, when Jiang Huai’s fingertips landed on her, her mood would inexplicably improve. But that was mostly when Jiang Huai was little. As Jiang Huai grew up, Chu Xianning rarely let him touch her anymore, as she always felt a bit awkward and a trace of inexplicable guilt in her heart.
Her body was more sensitive than that of ordinary women, not to mention that her white and tender feet were now held in his hands. The scorching warmth of Jiang Huai’s palm made her feel as if she were baking her feet on a stove. Even her body gradually felt warm and tender, a kind of soft weakness she couldn’t quite describe. The hands that had been tightly hugging her chest finally slowly relaxed.
Everything in the courtyard seemed to suddenly become incredibly quiet, so quiet that she could almost hear the sound of wind blowing fallen leaves.
When she heard Jiang Huai ask if she wanted her little feet rubbed, her anger might have stemmed from… she hated the disobedient disciple’s lust for her. But now, as she stealthily glanced at Jiang Huai’s eyes from the corner of her eye, she found that his eyes were so serious and gentle, as if there wasn’t a trace of lust.
She was the one being massaged, and she was the one feeling comfortable. It seemed she had no reason to blame him, yet she always felt inexplicably awkward. Chu Xianning finally couldn’t help but say, “You must have used this massage technique… to coax Luo Qingyu and Wen Wanwan very well, right?”
“Why does Master keep mentioning them recently? Master never cared about anyone before,” Jiang Huai didn’t directly answer the question but asked Chu Xianning back.
And there was only one answer to this question: it was because Chu Xianning cared about him that she also cared about those he cared about. The little bastard dog dug such pits for her every day. She didn’t know how to answer, so she didn’t want to answer. But Jiang Huai’s answer slowly came.
“I learned this technique specifically to please Master. As long as Master likes it, I will be very happy.”
“You’re pinching too hard…” Chu Xianning mumbled softly.
“Then I’ll be gentler.” As Jiang Huai spoke, he playfully pried open Chu Xianning’s curled toes. Chu Xianning’s toes quickly curled up again. He gently pried them open again, as if the two of them were playing a childish game, endlessly enjoying themselves.
