Jiang Huai couldn’t figure out why Xian Ning was angry. However, based on Chu Xian Ning’s expert-level micro-expressions, her cold “oh” earlier and her silence before returning to her room, coupled with her indifferent gaze, clearly indicated she harbored some resentment.
But her resentment couldn’t be resolved by him acting cute and clingy right now. Since his Master wanted to take a nap, he decided not to disturb her and instead went to Desolate Sword Mountain to see Wanwan.
Jiang Huai gently knocked on the door.
“Who is it?”
“I’m back.”
After Jiang Huai’s soft reply, the door immediately opened. Wanwan inside was wearing a simple short top and shorts. Jiang Huai quickly entered the courtyard and closed the door again. It was then that he noticed Wen Fufu in the courtyard, holding a thin sword, her snow-white face flushed, with a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead.
“Teaching Fufu sword practice?” Jiang Huai asked softly.
“Mmm,” Wen Wanwan nodded with a soft smile, then asked gently, “Was Senior Brother Jiang Huai well at Qingxuan Sect a few days ago?”
Jiang Huai rubbed his waist. “My kidneys hurt.”
Wen Wanwan covered her mouth and giggled. At this moment, Wen Fufu came hopping towards Jiang Huai. She held the sword backward behind her and stared at Jiang Huai for a few seconds before muttering in a small voice, “Brother-in-law is back?”
“That’s right.”
“Oh…” Wen Fufu’s face was still slightly red, and she seemed a little timid, muttering, “Then… do you want a hug?”
Jiang Huai looked at her delicate pink face and shook his head. “No, Fufu is all sweaty.”
Wen Fufu immediately gritted her teeth, but shamelessly leaned closer. She threw the sword aside and, with her snow-white body, lunged into Jiang Huai’s arms. “I want a hug, I want a hug!”
Jiang Huai chuckled helplessly and gently embraced her, reaching out to pat her back.
Staying in Wanwan’s courtyard was always relaxing.
The early autumn season was cool and pleasant. Wanwan went to get the oranges she had bought earlier and sat down, peeling the oranges with her slender jade hands, carefully removing the white fibers. She fed the first segment to Jiang Huai. Wen Fufu immediately puffed up her cheeks and approached her sister with a pouting, wronged expression, “Sister is biased!”
Wen Wanwan picked up a segment and brought it to her lips. “Even eating oranges can’t shut you up.”
Wen Fufu retreated contentedly and returned to the lounge chair beside Jiang Huai, hugging his arm, her body almost leaning into his embrace. She tilted her small face up. “Brother-in-law, will you teach me sword practice later?”
“Okay,” Jiang Huai nodded. “What’s the reward?”
“Huh? There’s a reward now!”
“Yes, the one standing before you is the best of Tian Xuan Sect, the champion of the Eastern Region Grand Competition. Of course, teaching you sword practice requires a reward.” Jiang Huai looked at the Wen Fufu in front of him with a serious expression. Wen Fufu counted on her fingers for a long time, then replied just as seriously, “But I don’t have any Spirit Stones.”
Jiang Huai’s gaze scanned Wen Fufu from top to bottom. Wen Fufu immediately crossed her arms defensively, looking vigilant, then pouted. “Tsk, Brother-in-law’s eyes are very unseemly after going out.”
“Heh heh heh.” Jiang Huai laughed cheerfully. Wen Fufu thought for a moment and leaned close to his ear, whispering something. Jiang Huai, however, shook his head. “No, no.”
“Eh?” Wen Fufu looked at him with a wronged expression. “Does Brother-in-law want a more excessive reward?”
“Fufu is too clumsy, not at all alluring. Not as good as older sister.”
What Fufu just said was serving with her white and tender little feet. Tsk, tsk… but she wasn’t well-behaved at all, always doing as she pleased. The only alluring thing about her was probably that she liked to say dismissive words while serving. Her scornful gaze was very alluring.
“Then I’ll drag Sister along,” Wen Fufu winked playfully at him.
Jiang Huai taught Wen Fufu sword practice in the courtyard for half an hour.
Unfortunately, Wen Fufu truly had no talent for Sword Dao, nor did she have the perseverance of her older sister. She lost interest halfway through practicing and plopped down on the ground, looking up at Jiang Huai. “So tired, I’m not practicing anymore.”
“Practicing sword requires perseverance, you bastard.”
“But I see Brother-in-law doesn’t practice much either.”
“It’s useless even if I practice,” Jiang Huai shrugged. “You really don’t want to practice anymore?”
“Anyway, if I encounter danger in the future, Brother-in-law will protect me, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then I won’t practice.” Wen Fufu extended her hand towards Jiang Huai, signaling him to pull her up. Jiang Huai gently pulled, and she naturally fell into his embrace. Her warm and soft body leaned close, and she hugged Jiang Huai’s neck. “Carry Fufu to take a bath.”
Jiang Huai gently picked her up. Wen Fufu nervously looked at Wen Wanwan sitting beside them. “Sister, you come too.”
Wen Wanwan blinked innocently at her. “Why should Sister come too?”
“What if, what if Brother-in-law tries to bully me, Fufu, Fufu isn’t ready yet, Sister, Sister can help block him first…”
“I’m not coming,” Wen Wanwan deliberately turned her face away to tease her.
“Come on, Sister. I know you’re almost bursting. Last night, you were secretly calling out Senior Brother Jiang Huai’s name while masturbating. I heard it all…”
“Wh-what are you talking about?” A blush appeared on Wen Wanwan’s cheeks. She stood up, seemingly wanting to spank her. Wen Fufu leaned into Jiang Huai’s ear. “Brother-in-law, run!”
“Obviously, Wanwan and I are on the same side.”
“Eh…” Wen Fufu buried her face in Jiang Huai’s chest and became an ostrich.
Mist filled the bathhouse.
Jiang Huai’s period of pure and ascetic living lasted less than a day before he fell into the succubus’s trap again.
Fufu was a cunning succubus who tantalized but didn’t deliver. She allowed him to rub her, hold her, touch her little feet, and kiss her lips, but no deep intimacy. She claimed she wasn’t ready yet and looked at Jiang Huai with a wronged expression, acting spoiled. Jiang Huai truly fell for it. Perhaps it was also because Wanwan was by his side, and Wanwan would obediently push him down and gently twist her waist.
Wanwan loved to look down at Jiang Huai’s face. Jiang Huai only needed to lie there obediently and watch her hair gently sway in front of her shoulders.
Meanwhile, Fufu played in her separate bath, but her eyes kept glancing at the two by the bath. Her cheeks were flushed, her snow-white legs were pressed together, and she occasionally rubbed them lightly, but her eyes were timid.
Her coquetry and tantrums were mainly due to her fear of pain.
Whenever she thought of being bullied, Wen Fufu felt flustered and scared. But deep down, she always harbored a strange anticipation. The more she thought about it, the redder her cheeks became. She always wanted to cover her ears and close her eyes, to not see or hear, yet she couldn’t help but fantasize.
Wanwan’s soft hum was as pleasant as a kitten’s. Jiang Huai playfully drew circles near her cute navel with his finger. After a while, Wanwan bent down and leaned close to Jiang Huai’s cheek, whispering, “Wanwan is out of strength.”
Wen Fufu raised her little hand. “I can hold Sister!”
“No way…” Wen Wanwan gave her a meaningful look. “You should obediently go back to your room and read your script.”
“Eh?” Wen Fufu straightened her waist. “Is Sister shy? Or do you want to be bullied again, so you don’t want Fufu to see?”
“You little brat…” A blush appeared on Wen Wanwan’s cheeks, but she didn’t have the strength to deal with Wen Fufu right now. Wen Fufu stuck out her tongue at Wen Wanwan. Wen Wanwan’s body felt weak and she looked at Jiang Huai with a wronged expression. “Senior Brother Jiang Huai…”
“Hmm?”
“Wanwan wants to rest for a bit. Go, go bully Fufu…”
“Fufu won’t be bullied,” Jiang Huai winked at Wen Wanwan.
“She’s just shy. She usually nags me constantly but is afraid of pain.”
Jiang Huai burst into laughter, unable to decide whether to cry or laugh. He reached out and pinched Wanwan’s cheek. He picked her up first. Just as he walked towards Wen Fufu, she tried to slip away, but Jiang Huai instantly grabbed her arm. She turned around with a wronged expression. “No, no, Fufu isn’t ready.”
“Then what do you suggest?”
“Can Fufu clamp her legs tighter?”
“No,” Jiang Huai shook his head.
Wen Fufu looked at him pitifully, then seemingly reluctantly knelt before Jiang Huai. She tucked her hair behind her ear, tilted her snow-white face up, her delicate pink lips slightly parted. “Then…”
Here it comes again.
This most familiar scornful look from Fufu always made Jiang Huai’s teeth itch with irritation. He knew very well that Fufu was doing it on purpose. Her disdainful gaze made him want to grab her and knead her fiercely until she cried.
The three of them stayed in the bathhouse for a long while. Only after they smeared each other with bubbles and had a big water fight did they finally return to the courtyard. Wen Wanwan was wearing a light white sling dress with ruffled hem, which was very beautiful and pleasing to the eye.
Wen Fufu, on the other hand, changed into the maid dress she had bought earlier. Her long legs under the skirt were tightly wrapped in ultra-thin black silk stockings. She sat on the bench, her snow-white legs crossed. Her calves wrapped in black silk were slightly glistening. Her white and tender feet, encased in black silk, appeared slightly transparent. Her little feet swayed, very alluring.
It was then that Jiang Huai remembered his previous concern and asked softly, “Has Wanwan visited my Master recently?”
“Wanwan goes to greet Fairy Chu every day,” Wen Wanwan replied softly.
Jiang Huai looked at her eyebrows and eyes. Wen Wanwan smiled gently at him. He reached out and pinched Wanwan’s cheek. “Then has Wanwan seen my Master encountering any trouble recently? I always feel like Master is in a bad mood?”
Wen Wanwan tilted her head and thought. “Fairy Chu has been in her courtyard these days, and nothing significant has happened…”
Jiang Huai became even more baffled. After a moment, Wanwan suddenly thought of something and said softly, “But a few days ago, a Senior visited Fairy Chu once.”
“Who?”
“Senior Pei Ning. I remember she’s Xu Qing’s birth mother.”
“She, why was she looking for Master?” Jiang Huai’s forehead broke out in a sweat.
He seemed to have guessed why Chu Xian Ning was in a bad mood.
“Mmm, when Senior Pei Ning came that day, I happened to be there… Senior Pei Ning didn’t come to complain about Senior Brother Jiang Huai to Chu Xian Ning, nor did she mention Fairy Xu Qing. She only brought a precious spirit pill she obtained from Guanxue Sect, saying it would be beneficial for Master’s old injury. But Chu Xian Ning refused. Senior Pei Ning didn’t insist, chatted with Chu Xian Ning for a while, and then left.”
Alright, now Jiang Huai understood completely.
He couldn’t help but laugh, unable to decide whether he should be happy or worried. If Chu Xian Ning never cared about these things, it meant that Chu Xian Ning didn’t care deep down. But if she truly liked someone, how could she not care?
Earlier, Jiang Huai always felt that Chu Xian Ning was sometimes distant and sometimes close to him, but these days, Chu Xian Ning seemed to be getting closer and closer, as if he could grasp her with just an outstretched hand. Yet, he always felt that Chu Xian Ning was like fragile glass, and he constantly worried that if he was too forceful, she would shatter.
Jiang Huai had once read in a book that the more one loved someone, the more cautious and timid they became, like a little mouse.
