Chapter 342 Fool
As Jiang Huai struggled in the covers, he realized his feet were still exposed. The moment he pulled them back into the warmth of the quilt, a sudden flash of inspiration struck him, and he realized something.
How could someone sleep without covering their feet?! How could that happen?!
It’s another trick by Chu Xianning! Another trick!
It’s always the same, and he always falls for it! Jiang Xiaohu, Jiang Xiaohu, when will you ever stand up to Chu Xianning and give her a taste of her own medicine?
Jiang Huai huddled in the quilt, unwilling to lift his head. He could only vaguely sense the light outside the covers. He carefully pulled back the quilt and discovered that the room lights were all on. Chu Xianning was already sitting up. She sat by the bedside, arms crossed, her legs dangling gracefully from beneath her Daoist robe, revealing a small section of her slender calves. Her ankles were well-proportioned, and her white and tender little feet seemed to glow with an alluring luster.
But as Jiang Huai’s gaze shifted, Chu Xianning’s legs crossed beneath her skirt hem. Her two snow-white little feet were placed apart. Jiang Huai hastily averted his gaze to Chu Xianning’s face, only to see her look at him with eyes that seemed both cold and aloof, yet tinged with a hint of disdain.
“Do you have anything to explain?” Chu Xianning asked faintly.
Jiang Huai poked his head out from under the quilt, staring intently at Chu Xianning in front of him, his eyes unblinking. In that instant, he was overwhelmed with shame and indignation.
Isn’t this bullying an honest person?!
“Explain what?” Jiang Huai turned the tables, “What is there to explain? Let me test you, what do I need to explain?”
Chu Xianning was taken aback at first, and then her eyes seemed to grow even colder. “So, are you ready to accept your punishment?”
“Punishment?” Jiang Huai slightly raised his chin. “What did I do?”
Chu Xianning’s lips moved, but she found it difficult to speak. Jiang Huai, however, became even more brazen. “What did I do? I didn’t do anything. I just saw Master asleep and thought I’d tuck her in, out of filial piety. And now Master says she wants to punish me? Where is the logic in that?”
A trace of shy annoyance flickered in Chu Xianning’s eyes, but she couldn’t find a way to refute him for the moment. It wasn’t a secret that Chu Xianning was slow-witted.
“You… have a clear conscience?” Chu Xianning stood up, her eyes seemingly darkening.
Despite feeling guilty, Jiang Huai patted his chest. “Of course, I have a clear conscience! Only a woman who always suspects others of being bad will repeatedly test others, then pretend to catch their flaws and mock them. This is too much!”
“Who are you calling?”
Jiang Huai turned his face away. “I didn’t say anything.”
But Chu Xianning had already jumped off the bed. Her white and tender little feet stepped onto the wooden floor, and she walked step by step towards Jiang Huai. Jiang Huai gazed at her tender white feet, which were level with his eyes. He tried desperately to look away, lest he lose the initiative in front of Chu Xianning.
But his eyes wouldn’t obey him.
“Do you truly not wish to do anything bad?”
“Of course not!” Jiang Huai argued, but Chu Xianning slowly lifted her leg in his sight. Her snow-white sole now showed a hint of delicate pink. Her slender arch tensed slightly, and her delicate, snow-white, smooth skin was as smooth as milk. That calf seemed to be moving closer to him, and Jiang Huai’s heartbeat immediately thumped erratically.
Chu Xianning stood there quietly, lowered her head, and looked down at him. Suddenly, she asked, “Do you want to lick it?”
“You, you, you, you’re doing it again! Do you really think I’m easy to bully? I’m telling you! Chu Xianning! I don’t want to! Of course, I don’t want to! Don’t think that just because you’re offering an olive branch, I’ll grab it! Don’t think that a little test from you will make me fall for it. I have my pride too! I, I, I won’t fall for your tricks, you trick people every day!”
Jiang Huai’s heart raced wildly, and he began to speak incoherently. Chu Xianning remained silent, just looking down at him with her cold eyes. Her white and tender jade foot hung in the air. Jiang Huai looked into her eyes. “Don’t think I don’t know, humph! If I answer that I want to, you’ll definitely bully me again, call me shameless and immodest! Humph! I won’t fall for it!”
Chu Xianning looked at Jiang Huai’s blushing and guilty appearance. All his expressions were laid bare before her. She stared at Jiang Huai for a few seconds, then suddenly burst into laughter.
Jiang Huai froze.
He rarely saw Chu Xianning laugh. After a few breaths of stunned silence, he softly asked, “What are you laughing at?”
“The tone of your voice just now was very much like Luo Yueguan,” Chu Xianning said softly.
Jiang Huai was startled and then realized that this paranoid demeanor indeed resembled Luo Yueguan’s. After a moment, he shook his head. “I don’t care… In any case, Master is bullying me! She knows I can’t resist this kind of temptation, yet she still leaves her white and tender little feet exposed to tempt me…”
“Is this all it takes for you to be unable to suppress the lust in your heart?”
“Does Master admit that she deliberately tried to lure me?” Jiang Huai blinked at Chu Xianning, but she neither looked annoyed nor confessed. She just looked into his eyes, waiting for his answer. After a moment, Jiang Huai nodded dejectedly. “Yes… I can’t suppress it again.”
“Is it that difficult?” Chu Xianning tilted her chin slightly.
“Who asked you to be Chu Xianning?” Jiang Huai pouted in dissatisfaction, but suddenly didn’t want to say anything more. He pulled the quilt over his head, as if all his strength had suddenly vanished.
*Who asked you to be Chu Xianning?*
Chu Xianning’s leg, which had been suspended in the air, returned to the ground. She looked at Jiang Huai, who had wrapped himself up like a zongzi. After a long while, she softly asked, “What’s wrong with you again?”
“Just wait, Chu Xianning! One day, your temptations will no longer work on me! Next time, I will definitely endure! You just wait and see! I will pass your test!”
Perhaps it was because it had been a long time since she had seen Jiang Huai so childish, that Chu Xianning couldn’t help but curl the corners of her lips. She looked at Jiang Huai, still wrapped in the quilt, and softly said, “Take your head out.”
“No.”
“Be good.”
Chu Xianning’s instruction seemed to have a strange magic for Jiang Huai. Reluctantly, he uncovered the quilt and looked at Chu Xianning, who was now standing beside him. Chu Xianning’s eyes were still as cold and aloof as ever. She looked into his eyes. “Has your desire subsided?”
“No,” Jiang Huai shook his head, becoming even more dejected.
“Then do you still want to touch it?”
“Want… don’t want… want… don’t want…” Jiang Huai’s mind began to become hazy again, until Chu Xianning’s white and tender little foot came close and was placed in front of him. He stiffly raised his head and looked at Chu Xianning’s eyes. Chu Xianning was still in that condescending posture, her eyes deliberately cold and aloof.
But what was she doing? Was she obediently offering her white and tender little feet to her disobedient disciple for him to play with?
Jiang Huai dared not reach out. He looked up at Chu Xianning in confusion, but she maintained a serious demeanor, only saying faintly, “Perhaps after some desires are satisfied, one will no longer be so interested.”
“Then can Master satisfy me a little every day in the future?” Jiang Huai’s fingertips touched Chu Xianning’s white and tender little foot. He gently grabbed her toes and carefully pried them open. The smooth and tender touch from his fingertips made him unable to put it down, as if he were playing with the finest porcelain, yet the porcelain was so soft. It was a pity that the moment he spoke, Chu Xianning’s foot kicked him in the chest.
“You’re getting greedy,” she said, arms crossed, looking at him with a cold and aloof expression. Jiang Huai wanted to reach out and grab her white and tender little foot again, but Chu Xianning seemed to be playing a cat-and-mouse game with him. Her little foot dangled around him, but Jiang Huai found it difficult to catch it.
Who was the cat, and who was the mouse?
Jiang Huai was foolishly unable to distinguish.
Chu Xianning never needed to use any schemes or tricks on him; a gentle lure was enough to make him take the bait. Jiang Huai finally managed to catch that white and tender little foot. Its smooth and soft texture made him want to rub and knead it. Chu Xianning used her spiritual energy to conjure a chair and sat beside him quietly.
This posture was very strange, as was the atmosphere.
But the master and disciple, immersed in the moment, seemed completely unaware. Jiang Huai played with it carefully for a while, then suddenly withdrew his hand and looked at Chu Xianning. “That’s enough.”
“Satisfied?” Chu Xianning’s tone carried a hint of mockery.
“Not exactly,” Jiang Huai said seriously, looking at her. “It’s just that Master is suddenly so generous, so I can’t be too greedy.”
If he were truly shameless, Jiang Huai felt he could have played for a very, very long time. He looked forward to seeing Chu Xianning blush and her toes curl slightly from an itchy sole. A strange thought of tying Chu Xianning up and tickling her with a feather popped into his head, but Chu Xianning was in the Eighth Realm; what rope could tie her down?
If Chu Xianning knew the wicked thoughts in his head, she would probably want to kick him to death.
Chu Xianning looked at Jiang Huai with a slight surprise, her lips curling up. Her snow-white little foot swayed slightly. “You seem exceptionally obedient today.”
“Is there a reward?” Jiang Huai winked at Chu Xianning.
“No,” Chu Xianning shook her head.
“Forty-seven days left!” Jiang Huai suddenly blinked at Chu Xianning.
“What?”
“Forty-seven days until the promise I made with Master last time!”
Chu Xianning was momentarily stunned, then looked at Jiang Huai with a slight gritting of her teeth, and couldn’t help but gently kick him with her toes again.
*Heh, kicking the little brat… it’s so fun.*
“Is this all you think about every day?”
“It’s very important!” Jiang Huai lowered his head, looking at Chu Xianning’s toes, and then muttered softly, “These past two days, I’ve also made contributions by helping Master kill evil cultivators. Can the time be shortened?”
“By how much?”
“How about forty-six and a half days?”
Chu Xianning stood up, extinguished the lights in the room, and returned to the quilt, lying down and wrapping herself tightly. She lay on her side and looked at him. “Sleep early.”
Jiang Huai was stunned. “Did Master agree?”
“No,” Chu Xianning shook her head. “You can have anything in your dreams.”
Jiang Huai’s face darkened, and he said in a low voice, “Then thirty days.”
Chu Xianning didn’t speak, not even answering him. Instead, she just closed her eyes.
Jiang Huai lay alone in the quilt, feeling indignant for more than ten minutes. It was too much! Too dismissive! But the moment he tossed and turned in bed, he gradually regained his senses. The A Mumu personality in his mind emerged, and he suddenly realized… this wasn’t right.
As long as he didn’t mention the time to Chu Xianning, and as long as he coaxed Master for rewards at the right time, proactively mentioning it… would only impose constraints on both of them.
Jiang Huai angrily pinched his thigh.
It seemed that the more you liked someone, the more foolish you became in front of her.
