Chapter 258: Distracted
Jiang Huai had noticed the changes in Luo Yueguan over the past few days. She was no longer as frantic as before, nor did she often cast him resentful glances. Now, her eyes were bright and clear, as if even the corners of her eyebrows had relaxed. She had been going for walks with Chu Xianning these days, but aside from the night she managed to get Chu Xianning to sleep with her, Luo Yueguan had been sleeping alone.
Jiang Huai was genuinely happy about this, as it had resolved a major concern for him. Vague ambiguity could create the illusion of love, but once Luo Yueguan’s illusion faded, Jiang Huai quickly recognized his own feelings. He suddenly understood why, no matter how much he did, his favorability rating with Luo Yueguan could never surpass ninety-one. It was because Luo Yueguan loved no one, not even herself. She resented herself as much as she resented others, yet her instinct for self-preservation had fooled her into projecting her desire for love onto him. It was like a thirsty traveler in the desert, after wandering for a long time, seeing a mirage. Knowing it was an illusion, they still couldn’t help but rush towards it. Fortunately, she had gradually come to terms with it, and Jiang Huai breathed a sigh of relief.
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Early morning.
Today, Luo Yueguan was taking Luo Qingyu back to Qingxuan Sect. For breakfast, Jiang Huai had made them sesame-filled tangyuan. Luo Qingyu had barely slept all night, nestled in his arms, talking with him for a long, long time. Now, she could hardly lift her eyelids. Jiang Huai watched as Luo Yueguan and Luo Qingyu boarded the Spirit Boat to return to Qingxuan Sect. Now, only Jiang Huai and Chu Xianning remained in the courtyard. Jiang Huai turned to look at Chu Xianning.
Chu Xianning was currently scooping tangyuan from her bowl with a spoon. Her delicate pink lips parted slightly as she brought it closer. However, sensing Jiang Huai’s gaze, a flicker of panic crossed Chu Xianning’s eyes, and she unnaturally averted her gaze. Jiang Huai keenly noticed this and could guess the reason. Two days ago, he had quietly approached Chu Xianning about opening acupoints for her Master. Chu Xianning had said they could discuss it after Luo Yueguan left. Now that Luo Yueguan and Luo Qingyu had already departed, there was no escaping it.
“After breakfast, Master, please wait for me in the room. I’ll go and prepare the spiritual liquid for opening the acupoints,” Jiang Huai said, standing up and leaving the courtyard. The spiritual liquid had actually been prepared long ago, but he felt Chu Xianning needed some time to prepare herself mentally. He wandered around the courtyard for the time it takes to burn an incense stick before slowly returning. Chu Xianning was no longer in the courtyard. He went to the door of Chu Xianning’s room and, after standing there for a moment, heard Chu Xianning’s clear and aloof voice, “Enter.”
The curtains in the room were drawn, allowing only a dim, hazy light to filter in. Chu Xianning sat by the bedside, having changed into a light, sling-backed white dress. The lotus-leaf-like hem covered her shapely legs, revealing her delicate pink knees. Below her knees, her calves were slender and long, like jade bamboo shoots, smooth and white. Her slender feet were bare, her delicate pink toes crystal clear and tender, unadorned with nail polish. They were white and tender, slightly curled like pearls.
“One point is at the tailbone, and the other is on the thigh, a little closer to the leg’s center. Which one shall we open first?” Jiang Huai’s expression was as serious as could be, devoid of the slightest hint of his previous behavior as a “little lecherous dog” in front of Chu Xianning. Chu Xianning’s eyelids drooped slightly. “You decide.”
“Then, the tailbone first?”
Chu Xianning nodded.
“Then, Master, please sit up on the bed, preferably in a kneeling position, with your back to me,” Jiang Huai said softly. Chu Xianning reluctantly got onto the bed, her delicate pink knees pressing against the mattress, her legs tightly together. Her full, round snow-white buttocks pressed against her slender calves. Her smooth soles faced Jiang Huai, and her jet-black hair cascaded behind her. Jiang Huai moved to Chu Xianning’s side.
Jiang Huai reached out and moved her hair from behind her head to her chest. After a moment, he noticed that even though Chu Xianning was trying her best to hide it, maintaining her usual cool and indifferent demeanor, the tips of her ears had turned a faint pink. Jiang Huai tried to keep his voice steady as well, saying softly, “Please remove your dress, Master.”
Chu Xianning remained still. Her originally slender waist, held straight, trembled slightly. After another moment, she replied coolly, “You do it.”
Jiang Huai’s mind went blank, and his outstretched hand began to tremble slightly. He had felt so guilty just secretly peeking at his Master’s tender white legs before; now, he was supposed to personally undress her? His fingertips finally gently grasped Chu Xianning’s shoulder strap and slowly pulled down her sling dress. Her skin was already incredibly smooth, so removing the dress was surprisingly easy. Chu Xianning’s back was smooth and snow-white. She was wearing a white, soft, and light chemise that hugged her chest. The dress had been lowered to her waist, but when Jiang Huai’s fingertips traced down her back, Chu Xianning’s slender waist couldn’t help but curve slightly. She bit her lips, preventing herself from making a sound.
“It seems… the dress needs to be pulled down a little more,” Jiang Huai said, his voice full of guilt, but it was the truth. Although he had every right to be there, he was currently as timid as a mouse. Chu Xianning remained silent for about five or six seconds before sitting up slightly, no longer pressing her snow-white buttocks against her calves. This allowed Jiang Huai to gently grasp her slender waist and pull her dress down a little further. Her chemise seemed to be part of a set with her bra, with white lace trim around her waist.
Just as Jiang Huai was about to ask in surprise if Master actually wore such cute underwear, he slapped himself a moment later, shutting his own mouth. He needed to change his bad habit of being so glib, especially in front of Chu Xianning. At this moment, the dress clung tightly to Chu Xianning’s snow-white buttocks, outlining their perfectly rounded curves. Jiang Huai dared not be distracted; he quickly took out the medicinal liquid and used his fingertip to apply a small amount to the area just above his Master’s snow-white buttocks, cautiously spreading it evenly.
The room became incredibly quiet, so silent that one could almost hear each other’s breathing. Chu Xianning’s hands seemed unsure of where to rest, so she gently hugged her chest. After a long while, Jiang Huai finally heard Chu Xianning say, “It’s cold.”
“It will be over in a little while.”
Even though Chu Xianning’s skin was as smooth as tender tofu, Jiang Huai had no intention of taking advantage of her at this moment. He took out a silver needle and gently inserted it into Chu Xianning’s snow-white skin. Chu Xianning bit her lip; it didn’t hurt.
“Circulate your spiritual energy and try to break through the acupoint,” Jiang Huai said softly from the side. Chu Xianning nodded slightly. As Jiang Huai instructed, within about ten breaths, the blocked acupoint was opened. The spiritual energy surged through, bringing a sense of pleasure that nearly made Chu Xianning groan aloud. Fortunately, she had prepared herself and bit her lip tightly, preventing any loss of composure.
“Good, there’s only the last point left,” Jiang Huai said softly.
Chu Xianning secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Help me put my clothes back on.” Jiang Huai reached out and helped her put on her dress, then said softly, “Master, please lie down on the bed, then spread your legs apart. Oh, right, place a pillow under your waist, so it’s easier to insert the needle.”
Chu Xianning obediently lay down. She placed the pillow under her slender waist and then gently rolled up the hem of her dress, all the way to the top of her thighs. She turned her face away, looking at the curtains, not at Jiang Huai.
Jiang Huai remained silent for several seconds. When Chu Xianning turned her head to look at Jiang Huai, she realized he was staring blankly, seemingly lost in thought. She glared at him reproachfully. “What are you doing?”
“No, no, no, no, no, no, I was just distracted.” Jiang Huai hastily regained his composure. He had indeed been distracted. Normally, Chu Xianning always wore a Daoist robe, and even when she wore a dress, it was a loose, long one, so her slender legs were never exposed. But now, they were completely visible in front of Jiang Huai. Her figure was already slender and tall, and her snow-white, long legs had a girlish slenderness, but not excessively so. They were perfectly rounded and snow-white, her skin as tender as if coated with pearl powder. Even in the dim light, they were so white they seemed to emit a faint luminescence. Moreover, they were spread apart like this!
“Spread them a little further,” Jiang Huai said softly. Chu Xianning had to spread her legs further. Given the flexibility of her legs, it didn’t matter how far she spread them. However, in front of Jiang Huai now, the wider she spread them, the more ashamed she felt. She struggled to spread them even further. Jiang Huai let out a long sigh, then picked up the medicinal liquid and poured it gently onto Chu Xianning’s thigh skin. Watching the clear liquid flow down her skin, Jiang Huai slowly extended his trembling fingertip, preparing to rub it in.
However, the moment his fingertip touched the skin of her inner thigh, Chu Xianning’s legs suddenly closed, firmly clamping Jiang Huai’s hand. Jiang Huai’s hand sank into a soft, hot embrace. He was stunned for a moment, looking at Chu Xianning in confusion. Chu Xianning also blinked, then hastily pulled her legs apart, muttering softly, “You… try again.”
“Uh…”
Jiang Huai reached out again. But the moment his fingertip touched her skin, almost as a reflex, Chu Xianning’s legs closed again, clamping him tightly like the pincers of a small crab. A moment later, Chu Xianning spread her legs apart, gritting her teeth slightly. “You… try again.”
Jiang Huai reached out again. This time, he had barely touched her when Chu Xianning’s legs closed again at lightning speed. Jiang Huai looked at Chu Xianning, confused. Chu Xianning lowered her head in shy annoyance. “I don’t know… what’s happening… my legs just…”
“Just bear with it?”
“I’ve tried to bear with it,” Chu Xianning said, growing more embarrassed and annoyed. She then turned her face away. “Forget it, I won’t open this acupoint.”
“How can you give up halfway?” Jiang Huai looked at Chu Xianning and began to coax her gently. “Perhaps you’ll get used to it after a few more touches.” Chu Xianning knew that being willful now was meaningless. She spread her legs apart again, the shame in her eyes impossible to hide. But the moment Jiang Huai’s fingertip touched her, her legs instinctively closed again, firmly clamping Jiang Huai’s hand.
Jiang Huai chuckled. But when he finished laughing and looked into Chu Xianning’s eyes again, they were filled with resentment, embarrassment, and grievance. Her snow-white cheeks were flushed red. Jiang Huai’s mind was once again captivated, and he began to look distracted.
