The room of Luo Qingyu.
At this moment, the young girl’s dress was removed, and she was lying obediently on her side on the bed, covered with a quilt. Jiang Huai was chatting with her, listening to her softly say, “The underwear that Jiang Huai Gege made for me last time seems to be a little small.”
“Then I’ll leave the soft ruler with you later. Measure it well and tell me the size tomorrow. I’ll make you a new one.”
“Measure it myself… that’s too troublesome. Jiang Huai Gege, will you measure it for me?”
“No.”
“Jiang Huai Gege is so stingy.”
“That’s just how stingy I am.” Jiang Huai looked at the hint of cunning in the girl’s eyes.
This clingy girl kept tempting him to make mistakes every day. If it weren’t for the fact that Chu Xianning’s cold demeanor had refined his taste over the years, he wouldn’t think he could last long under the plea in this clingy girl’s watery eyes.
Luo Qingyu’s quilt did not completely cover her. Her snow-white shoulders and a small part of her delicate collarbone were still vaguely visible. Jiang Huai took out the soft ruler and left it by the bed. “Rest well tonight. Get up early tomorrow.”
“Mhm.” Luo Qingyu nodded obediently. Watching Jiang Huai stand up and leave the room, the girl slowly lifted the quilt, picked up the soft ruler Jiang Huai had left, and began to carefully measure her own dimensions.
But gradually, some blushing scenes reappeared in her mind. She recalled the erotic paintings hidden in Jiang Huai’s cabinet, where a girl with a figure like hers was tied up with thin ropes, her soft chest and snow-white legs leaving red marks, and deliberately posed in such shameful postures. Luo Qingyu’s cheeks gradually turned red, and she couldn’t help but start fantasizing. Her slender white fingertips went to her lips, and she bit them lightly, barely managing to clear her head of the fantasy.
***
Wen Wanwan returned to the courtyard carrying a food container.
She couldn’t explain why, but she had been in a daze all the way. Her nose felt inexplicably sore, and her shoulders trembled uncontrollably.
But Luo Qingyu hadn’t said anything harsh to her. She had just gently told her that in a few more days, she and Senior Brother Jiang Huai would be engaged again, and that she would send her an invitation. Logically and emotionally, she should have blessed them silently. But when she reached the courtyard and put down the food container, she realized that tears had already fallen from the corners of her eyes.
Wen Wanwan suddenly felt a bit breathless. She picked up her handkerchief and wiped the tears from her cheeks. She returned to her room and waited for her slightly red eyes to recover before picking up the food container and going to her sister’s room.
Wen Wanwan’s sister, Wen Fufu, was the same age as her. She and Wen Fufu were born at the same time, but she had come into the world a little earlier, making her the older sister.
Wen Fufu had always stayed by Wen Wanwan’s side. Due to her frail health, she spent almost all day in bed and rarely left the courtyard. The two of them looked like they were carved from the same mold. Wen Wanwan, with her usual cold demeanor, had avoided a lot of trouble and dared not let Wen Fufu run around recklessly in the sect for fear of causing trouble.
The girl on the sickbed was wearing a white gauze dress. Her appearance was as delicate as hers but not as cold. Only her skin seemed slightly pale, but her eyes were incredibly gentle. Seeing her sister return, Wen Fufu’s eyes lit up a bit, and she softly called out, “Sister.”
Wen Fufu sat up from the bed. Wen Wanwan opened the food container, which contained the food Jiang Huai had selected while cooking. The food container had a warming function, and as soon as it was opened, it was filled with a rich aroma.
“Did Senior Brother Jiang Huai make it again?” Wen Fufu’s eyes were bright.
“Mhm.” Wen Wanwan nodded slightly, but her eyes still held a hint of daze. Wen Fufu was served the food container, and she carefully picked up her chopsticks, gently tasting a piece of stewed, tender pork rib. The joy on her face was undeniable. While eating, she mumbled indistinctly, “How is your progress with Senior Brother Jiang Huai?”
Wen Wanwan was startled and gently shook her head. “Senior Brother Jiang Huai treats me like a junior sister. It’s not what you think.”
“What do you mean? Sister is lying. When you tell me about Senior Brother Jiang Huai, your eyes are always so bright, just like… just like what was it? Oh, yes, like a girl in love in a play.”
Wen Fufu giggled, but Wen Wanwan just shook her head. “That’s not true. Don’t guess.”
“Then why is Senior Brother Jiang Huai so good to you, Sister? Isn’t it because he’s infatuated with your beauty? I don’t believe there’s any man in this world who wouldn’t be captivated by your beauty.”
“Senior Brother Jiang Huai has a gentle personality and is generous. He treats everyone the same. Don’t think too much about it.” Wen Wanwan’s hands gently clenched her dress, but she always felt that these words were as if spoken to her sister, and as if spoken to herself.
“What about you, Sister? How do you feel about Senior Brother Jiang Huai?” Wen Fufu took another bite of the braised eggplant from the food container and asked softly.
“Senior Brother Jiang Huai has extraordinary talent. He and I are from different worlds. Some things… it’s better not to think too much about them.”
“What are you saying, Sister? If Senior Brother Jiang Huai’s cultivation talent is rare, then your beauty is also one in ten thousand. Why can’t you think too much about it?” Wen Fufu’s cheeks were puffed out.
“Senior Brother Jiang Huai’s Dao Companion is also very beautiful.”
“So what? The men in the plays are always looking for more. Besides, everyone is saying they broke off their engagement now, and Senior Brother Jiang Huai has no more worries. If you truly like Senior Brother Jiang Huai, Sister, just be more proactive. With someone as beautiful as you, I don’t believe Senior Brother Jiang Huai can remain reserved.”
Wen Wanwan found it both funny and exasperating. She gently shook her head. “You, just eat your meal obediently. You don’t need to worry about these things.”
“But you look troubled, Sister.” Wen Fufu picked up a piece of shrimp from the food container and brought it to Wen Wanwan’s lips. Wen Wanwan was taken aback, lowered her head, and gently bit the shrimp. Looking at her sister’s concerned eyes, she smiled helplessly and shook her head. “No, I’m not.”
She reached out and gently stroked her sister’s head. “Alright, eat slowly. After you’re full, I’ll bathe you.”
After saying that, she stood up. Wen Fufu lay on the bed and asked softly, “Where are you going, Sister?”
“To practice sword.” Wen Wanwan replied softly.
Perhaps practicing swordsmanship would clear her head.
***
The next day.
The distance between Qingxuan Sect and Tianxuan Sect was not very far. For someone with Chu Xianning’s cultivation level, it would only take half an hour by sword. However, Jiang Huai couldn’t ride his sword at the moment, and Luo Qingyu’s spiritual energy naturally couldn’t support such a long journey. Thus, Jiang Huai had to activate the spirit boat.
He didn’t have a spirit boat. Spirit boats were generally things that cultivators above the sixth realm could afford. However, in reality, by the sixth realm, the speed of riding a sword was not much slower than a spirit boat. Spirit boats were ultimately just for convenience, as traveling long distances by sword alone could be too boring.
Chu Xianning had her own spirit boat, and Jiang Huai borrowed it. The core of a spirit boat was mainly its formation, and the energy required was spirit stones. Fortunately, Jiang Huai had quite a few on him, enough for a round trip to Qingxuan Sect.
The next morning, Luo Qingyu put on a dark purple dress and stepped into those black high heels. A section of her snow-white calf was revealed under the hem of her skirt. She sat by the dining table, ate the noodles Jiang Huai had made, and then looked at Jiang Huai with anticipation.
Jiang Huai summoned the spirit boat that Chu Xianning had given him, and the two of them stepped onto it. Before parting, Jiang Huai softly said to Chu Xianning, “Return within seven days.”
Chu Xianning nodded slightly, cast a faint glance at him, and then withdrew her gaze.
***
Chu Xianning’s spirit boat was not particularly large, not as magnificent as Luo Yueguan’s spirit boat, but it was exquisitely small. It had two rooms in total, so Jiang Huai and Luo Qingyu each had their own.
If the spirit boat wanted to travel at extreme speed, more spirit stones could increase the speed considerably, but it was clear that Luo Qingyu did not want to return so quickly. Thus, Jiang Huai kept the spirit boat at its slowest speed. He and Luo Qingyu sat on the deck, gazing at the drifting white clouds beside them. They sat by the chessboard, but their minds were not on playing chess.
This was because Luo Qingyu had taken off her high heels at some point and placed her white and tender little feet on Jiang Huai’s lap. Jiang Huai looked down at the girl’s pink and cute little feet, and couldn’t help but reach out and gently touch them.
Earlier in the courtyard, with Chu Xianning present, Jiang Huai had always felt a sense of guilt when he touched Luo Qingyu’s feet. But now that Chu Xianning was not there, Jiang Huai felt much more at ease. He played with the girl’s soft and tender feet in his palm for a long time, until he inadvertently looked up and saw that Luo Qingyu’s eyes had become watery, and her face was flushed with shame.
“Jiang Huai Gege…” Luo Qingyu’s pink lips moved slightly.
“Mhm?”
“Aunt Chu isn’t here, so… can we play with other things?” Luo Qingyu’s toes wriggled uneasily, and Jiang Huai instinctively wanted to stop the clingy girl’s thoughts, but what came out of his mouth was, “Play with what?”
“Qingyu’s tongue is very soft, and my buttocks, and… whatever Jiang Huai Gege wants to play with, Qingyu will obediently comply.”
Jiang Huai made a gesture as if to tap Luo Qingyu on the head. Luo Qingyu immediately covered her head and stared at Jiang Huai in a wronged manner. Jiang Huai’s hand did not fall in the end. After a moment, he chuckled helplessly. “These things can be done slowly after we get married.”
“Oh…” Luo Qingyu whispered in a wronged tone, “Then will Jiang Huai Gege play these with other women?”
“No.” Jiang Huai replied innocently.
“Then Qingyu is relieved.”
Jiang Huai looked at Luo Qingyu resentfully for a moment, leaned closer, and pinched her fair and tender cheeks. “What were you thinking about just now?”
“Qingyu was worried…”
“Worried about what?”
“What if, when Qingyu is not around, Jiang Huai Gege secretly gets involved with other women?”
Jiang Huai didn’t want to promise anything to this girl, wouldn’t that be falling into her trap? He seemed to ponder seriously, “That seems to be the case. Usually, I don’t have any greedy thoughts. It’s all because Qingyu always tempts me to play with her little feet. If Qingyu isn’t around, I’ll have to satisfy my cravings with other women.”
“No!” Luo Qingyu immediately puffed out her chest in distress, her fair and tender feet wriggling into his palm, her beautiful eyes full of grievance. “Jiang Huai Gege can *only* play with Qingyu’s…”
Jiang Huai smiled without saying a word.
After a long while, the clingy girl adopted a wronged posture again and said pitifully, “At most… I can play with Aunt Chu’s…”
