“Where, where did that happen…”
In reality, how could Chu Xianning fail to see through Jiang Huai’s little thoughts? He had secretly watched her fair and tender little feet quite a bit in the courtyard before. She only wore shoes out of awkwardness. These things were simply a matter of knowing but not speaking.
But now that Chu Xianning brought it up, cold sweat dripped from Jiang Huai’s forehead.
“Is that not so?” Chu Xianning asked, feigning ignorance.
“Of course not!” Jiang Huai straightened his back. “It’s just that everything about Master is beautiful, so I like it all.”
“So you want to take advantage of me?”
“That never happened. I am purely filial to Master.”
“You better be.” Chu Xianning glanced at Jiang Huai faintly. Jiang Huai thought he had no hope of showing filial piety anymore. Unexpectedly, Chu Xianning slowly raised her slender leg. Her snow-white calf, wrapped in silk stockings as thin as cicada wings, was fully visible.
In the next second, Jiang Huai understood Chu Xianning’s intention. He reached out and gently grabbed her ankle, took off her high heels, and placed them neatly to the side.
Her fair and tender little feet, wrapped in white silk, were like being covered by a hazy veil. Chu Xianning’s toes seemed to stretch out unconsciously, making the already sheer stocking tips even more transparent. Jiang Huai’s small hands trembled. The moment he touched them, he felt as if a shocking sensation coursed through him.
Jiang Huai felt something was odd. Was Master so generous today?
If Chu Xianning truly believed he was showing filial piety, Jiang Huai himself wouldn’t believe it. Yet, at this moment, he was holding Master’s white silk little feet. He had been craving Master’s fair and tender little feet for a long time. He could touch them last night, and now he could also rub them today?
Could it be that Master really remembered him kissing her that night and was preparing to find an opportunity to send him on his way, letting him have a good meal before he died?
Jiang Huai, with a heart full of unease, began to rub Chu Xianning’s little feet. But gradually, all his unease was cast aside. It was because Chu Xianning’s little feet were white, fragrant, soft, and smooth.
Heh heh heh heh.
When Luo Qingyu finished washing the dishes and came out of the kitchen, she saw Jiang Huai showing great filial piety to Chu Xianning. Her lips pouted slightly. She quietly came to the chair next to Jiang Huai and sat down, muttering, “What is Brother Jiang Huai doing?”
There was no hint of shyness or blush on Chu Xianning’s face; she was incredibly calm.
Jiang Huai’s reply was also indignant. “These shoes are a bit uncomfortable to walk in, so I’m rubbing Master’s feet for her.”
“Oh…” Luo Qingyu nodded obediently. After a while, Chu Xianning retracted her slender leg and said faintly, “It’s done.”
So Jiang Huai put her shoes back on, the tips of the shoes gleaming with a sharp cold light. Jiang Huai still couldn’t figure out why Chu Xianning was so generous today. Unfortunately, after Chu Xianning put on her shoes, she stood up and returned to her room.
Jiang Huai looked at Luo Qingyu, winked at her, and then took out a soft ruler. “Here, let me measure your little feet. I’ll make you some pretty shoes when I have time.”
Luo Qingyu obediently placed her leg on him.
…
After coaxing Luo Qingyu to sleep, Jiang Huai walked out of her room. In the courtyard, Chu Xianning held a slender sword in her hand, its blade cutting through the air, forming sword flowers.
Sharp and elegant.
The Flower-Plucking Fairy, Chu Xianning, was already an Eighth Realm cultivator, but she still practiced her sword daily. Jiang Huai had learned swordsmanship from her since he was six years old, and had studied for many years. However, he didn’t have such a deep obsession with the Sword Dao.
A sword could cut through anything, but it couldn’t cut through cold and loneliness.
“Where did your sword go?” Chu Xianning stopped practicing and asked him calmly.
“I lent it to a friend down the mountain. She explores secret realms every day, so I lent it to her for self-defense.”
“I guess it’s a woman.”
“How did you guess?”
“If it were a man, you might not be willing to lend it.”
The corner of Jiang Huai’s mouth twitched slightly. Well, that was indeed the fact.
“Master,” Jiang Huai suddenly thought of something and looked at Chu Xianning’s cold eyes. “Master looks exceptionally beautiful today. I want to paint a portrait for Master.”
“You’re not doing proper work.”
“I don’t need to cultivate now anyway, so what is proper work?” Jiang Huai said as he took out his easel. He was skilled at ink painting and knew some oil painting. His painting skills were originally just average. The first time he painted for Chu Xianning, she complained that his painting was too ugly. So, he made a firm resolution and directly redeemed advanced painting skills from the System Mall. In an instant, he achieved mastery and reached the realm of a painting sage.
As he spoke, he stood in front of the easel. After thinking carefully, he winked at Chu Xianning. “Master, could you please stand under that peach tree?”
Chu Xianning glanced at him dismissively, a hint of reluctance appearing in her eyes. But she still walked to the peach tree. It was late spring, and the peach blossoms were almost all gone, with only a few lonely ones still in bloom.
Jiang Huai was afraid Chu Xianning would lose patience, so he painted quickly. In just two sticks of incense’s time, his painting was finished. Chu Xianning came before him and looked at the woman in the painting, who seemed to have a smile in her eyes.
“I wasn’t smiling,” Chu Xianning said faintly.
“It just feels like Master seems to be in a good mood today.”
“Do you know what day it is today?” Chu Xianning suddenly asked.
Jiang Huai was taken aback.
“It’s not Master’s birthday either.” He remembered Chu Xianning’s birthday clearly, and every year he racked his brains to choose a gift for her. Chu Xianning glanced at him faintly. “Today is the day I brought you back from the mountain thirteen years ago.”
Jiang Huai suddenly realized and chuckled. “How does Master even remember such a day?”
“I just suddenly remembered. You were much more lovable back then than you are now.”
“I’m not lovable to Master now?” Jiang Huai became increasingly aggrieved.
“Yes,” Chu Xianning replied very frankly.
“So wronged.” Jiang Huai felt like crying but had no tears. He looked at Chu Xianning. Didn’t she know how much harm her two short sentences had caused in his heart?
He was about to cry.
“Meeting Master in this life is the happiest thing for me,” Jiang Huai said softly, looking at Chu Xianning’s face.
“You are too greedy,” Chu Xianning said abruptly.
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
“I was very greedy when I was a child. I loved acting spoiled to Master and asking Master to hold me. I liked the feeling of being held by Master, so fragrant and soft. But when I grew up, Master stopped holding me. It’s not that I became greedier as I grew older, it’s that Master became stingier.”
“You’re really a master of shifting blame.”
Jiang Huai took out the preserved peach wine from his storage ring, putting the matter aside. He looked at Chu Xianning and said, “On such a commemorative day, shall we, Master and disciple, have a couple of drinks?”
Chu Xianning did not refuse but silently walked to the pavilion. Jiang Huai quickly followed. After placing the wine cups, he also took out some snacks specifically for drinking.
Chu Xianning didn’t like to talk when she drank. To be precise, she didn’t like to talk at any time, so her courtyard always seemed quiet and desolate. Her alcohol tolerance had always been mediocre over the years. After two cups of peach wine, a faint blush appeared on her usually cold cheeks.
Jiang Huai also drank quietly, but it was only to match Chu Xianning’s silence. He popped a fried peanut into his mouth, his eyes fixed on Chu Xianning’s snow-white cheeks.
But at this moment, his mind was filled with wicked thoughts. If Chu Xianning got drunk again later, would he be able to sneak a taste of the sweet fragrance of Master’s lips again?
Indeed, often, if there’s one, there’s a second. Wicked thoughts quietly grew and sprouted in one’s heart.
“When I brought you up the mountain back then, I didn’t intend to take you as my personal disciple,” Chu Xianning suddenly said.
Jiang Huai was startled.
“I just wanted to bring you back to the sect and then send you to another mountain gate to cultivate. But at that time, you… were like a debt collector. Every time I asked you which mountain gate you liked, you would hug my leg and refuse to let go, saying you wanted to follow me for a lifetime.”
Jiang Huai couldn’t help but laugh and cry.
When he was young, he was indeed like a debt collector. Relying on his cute and obedient appearance, he acted spoiled to Chu Xianning every day. Chu Xianning, who had always been cold and aloof, also showed a bit of maternal love and ultimately chose to keep him by her side.
“I originally thought that after you married Luo Qingyu, I would let you move to her place. But then you ruined your cultivation. I always wonder if I owed you something in my past life, and I must repay it in this life?”
Chu Xianning’s voice seemed a little annoyed. Jiang Huai was amused.
Chu Xianning picked up a cup of wine, brought it to her lips, and drank it down. Gradually, her body softened, and she slumped onto the table. Her cold eyes revealed a hint of haziness. At this moment, Chu Xianning inexplicably appeared a little cute.
“Kick you.”
Chu Xianning’s white silk foot under the table quietly kicked Jiang Huai’s leg.
“If Master feels wronged, then kick me a few more times.”
“Do you think I don’t dare?” Chu Xianning said, and her white silk foot under the table kicked him several more times. The force was very light. Jiang Huai couldn’t help but smile. He finally gently grabbed Chu Xianning’s leg. “Alright, alright, no more…”
Before he could finish speaking, Chu Xianning’s other fair and tender foot inadvertently stepped on his crotch.
It’s over!
Jiang Huai hurriedly grabbed her ankle and lifted her other leg as well.
If Chu Xianning knew that he got excited just by her stepping on him, it would be completely over!
“Alright, alright, you’ve had enough to drink. Let’s go to sleep, shall we?”
Jiang Huai let go and stood in front of her. Chu Xianning was still slumped on the table, her voice lazy. “I don’t want to move.”
“I’ll carry you.”
“No, you’ll only take advantage of me.”
“How dare I take advantage of Master?”
“You don’t dare?” Chu Xianning looked up, her eyes staring directly at his face for several seconds, then she turned her face away and stood up. “I don’t need you to carry me anyway. I can walk myself.”
