The moon was dim and the stars were few, with flickering shadows of trees in the forest.
Luo Yueguan and Chu Xianning sat by the lake. The two of them held fishing rods in their hands. Silver fish occasionally leaped out of the lake, but not a single spirit fish took the bait. The faint moonlight cast a dim silver frost over the lake’s surface, and fireflies danced in the woods.
Luo Yueguan’s body was leaning against Chu Xianning. She looked at the sparkling lake surface, tilting her head slightly. The wind ruffled her hair. When she turned her head to look at Chu Xianning, Chu Xianning was lost in thought.
“Speaking of which…” Luo Yueguan pretended to hesitate, unable to speak, but after Chu Xianning turned her head, she couldn’t help but whisper, “Why did you suddenly change your ways?”
“Change my ways?”
“It’s just very strange. Last year, when you came to chat with me, as soon as you mentioned Jiang Huai, you were always very serious and cold. What happened between you and him in the past six months?”
Luo Yueguan was particularly curious about this question.
Jiang Huai had never told her anything about him and Chu Xianning. Her impression was still that Jiang Huai had loved Chu Xianning in vain, but now when she saw Chu Xianning again, Chu Xianning had already frankly admitted that their relationship was ambiguous, and she didn’t even hide her own thoughts.
“Nothing happened,” Chu Xianning replied faintly.
She didn’t intend to hide anything from Luo Yueguan. In fact, nothing had happened, and everything seemed so natural. If she had to ask when she stopped hiding it, she couldn’t say. Perhaps the seed was planted that night when she was drunk and he grabbed her and kissed her forcefully. The next morning, she chose to play dumb instead of expelling him from the sect. Or was it even earlier?
Luo Yueguan’s eyes flickered. Looking into Chu Xianning’s eyes, she muttered softly, “Stingy.”
Chu Xianning remained silent, unwilling to argue.
Chu Xianning had also read many scripts, but she never understood. She didn’t understand why in stories, when two people fell in love, they always had to go through hardships, as if without hardships, this love wouldn’t be pure or complete.
“How did you get past that hurdle?”
“Hurdle?”
“That is… you are his master. If you get together with him, who knows how many people will gossip about you?”
Chu Xianning turned her head and looked into Luo Yueguan’s eyes, showing a hint of confusion. “I don’t care about that.”
This time, it was Luo Yueguan’s turn to be slightly stunned. “If you don’t care about this, why were you always cold and aloof in front of Jiang Huai and acted as his master before?”
“I am his master. What’s wrong with acting as his master?” Chu Xianning’s voice was gentle. “My feelings for him back then were different from my feelings for him now. He was also well-behaved and obedient back then, respecting and filial to me. It was only after he gradually grew up that he started to become restless.”
“Did you never care about this?”
“No,” Chu Xianning shook her head gently.
A flash of inspiration struck Luo Yueguan. She suddenly understood.
As expected, Chu Xianning had always ignored other people’s opinions. When she realized that she had fallen in love with her disobedient disciple, why would she be afraid of those so-called worldly gazes?
Luo Yueguan looked at Chu Xianning’s profile. In the serene moonlight, her face was as pure as a goddess.
At such times, Luo Yueguan always felt a sense of indescribable sourness in her heart.
………………………………
Two days later.
Today was Wanwan and Fufu’s birthday.
When Jiang Huai woke up, Luo Qingyu beside him was sleeping soundly. At this moment, he was sleeping in Wanwan’s courtyard. He quietly got out of bed and made breakfast. The girls gradually came out of their rooms. Su Qingyi came out the earliest, dressed early and sitting by the table, wagging her fox tail and waiting for breakfast.
In just a few days, she had been completely won over by Jiang Huai’s cooking skills. Every meal, she would sit there obediently and wait, her fox tail wagging non-stop. When she heard Jiang Huai say that breakfast was ready, she immediately got up and went to the kitchen to help Jiang Huai serve the bowls.
Luo Qingyu came out the latest. Qingyu rubbed her eyes, groggy. She had slept so late again last night.
After breakfast, they started to do nothing. Su Qingyi was in the courtyard studying talismans by herself, while the remaining four people sat by the table playing mahjong, passing the time so quickly. Fufu had good luck today and won a lot of spirit stones.
At noon, Jiang Huai took Su Qingyi away in advance to buy ingredients for the day and night at the trading post. He made a table full of dishes for lunch. After eating to their hearts’ content, the girls put on their formal dresses and went out of the courtyard together for a walk in the sect’s woods. Luo Qingyu’s Ice Spirit Bird had now been raised to the fifth level and had transformed into a small bird, resting on her shoulder. It looked plump, especially cute.
At night, Jiang Huai deliberately reminded them to leave a little room for dinner, but Su Qingyi still ate to her heart’s content. Finally, when she saw Jiang Huai bring out that big ice cream cake, her eyes straightened. She rubbed her little belly for a long time before trying a small piece.
Jiang Huai also prepared fireworks in advance. He and Wen Wanwan and Wen Fufu watched the fireworks bloom in the night sky on the grassland on the mountaintop. He quietly took out the two pairs of earrings he had prepared earlier and put them in front of Wen Wanwan and Wen Fufu.
Wen Wanwan looked at him with tender and helpless eyes. She leaned closer to his ear and said, “Jiang Huai Gege is by my side, which is the best gift.”
“Hurry and accept it, it’s your birthday.”
“Wanwan has also prepared a gift for Jiang Huai Gege.” Wen Wanwan placed a snow-white sword tassel in front of Jiang Huai. The sword tassel was intricately woven with top-quality spirit snow silkworm silk and was cool to the touch.
“Fufu has one too.” Wen Fufu came to Jiang Huai’s front and took out an embroidered sachet. Jiang Huai was immediately surprised. “When did you guys make these?”
“Hmph, while Brother-in-law wasn’t looking,” Wen Fufu tilted her small face up, looking like she wanted to be praised. Jiang Huai leaned in and pinched her rosy cheeks, tying the sachet to his waist.
The mountaintop was lively at this moment. Under the brilliant fireworks, Wen Wanwan took out a jar of wine. It was from the Sect Master, Li Qiushan, who had heard about Wen Wanwan’s birthday and sent two jars of “Spring and Autumn.” Everyone got some and drank until they were tipsy and hazy. Qingyu was the first to be unable to hold her liquor. Jiang Huai carried Luo Qingyu back to her room and coaxed her to sleep. He then walked out of the room. The little fox was rolling on the ground. It was probably because she had never drunk such strong liquor before. Her skin was burning hot, and her cheeks were flushed red. Jiang Huai brewed her a bowl of sobering soup. After drinking the soup, she took off her clothes and went to the bathhouse, plunging into the cold water, which made her slightly more awake.
Jiang Huai then went to Wen Wanwan and Wen Fufu’s room. The door was gently knocked open, and the room was brightly lit.
At this moment, Wen Wanwan was wearing a thin dress with white lace trim, exposing a large area of skin, yet hiding all the alluring parts. Fufu was lying beside her, wearing a nightgown of the same style as her sister’s, but in black.
At this moment, Wanwan was wearing over-the-knee white stockings, her white and tender legs fully wrapped in stockings, looking holy and warm. Fufu was wearing over-the-knee black stockings with lace patterns, tightly wrapping her slender legs, looking enchanting and charming.
Fufu’s cheeks were already flushed red, and she looked drunk. Wen Wanwan was gently holding her in her arms, her fair and tender small hands gently supporting her snow-white legs, separating them slightly. Fufu’s head was resting on Wanwan’s chest. She reached out to cover her snow-white face, but carefully revealed her fingers, her eyes timidly looking at Jiang Huai.
“Brother-in-law, please… be gentle with Fufu… Fufu is afraid of pain.”
Wen Wanwan leaned closer to her ear, her voice filled with tenderness and a hint of pampering. “Then I’ll rub it for you for a while, and it won’t hurt so much later.”
……………………………………
Wen Fufu and Wen Wanwan fell asleep with satisfaction.
Fufu, who usually acted as alluring as a succubus, curled up softly to the side after two rounds, saying she needed a break and timidly calling out in pain, wanting her sister to get justice for her. So Wen Wanwan began to attack Jiang Xiaohuai. Unfortunately, after a few rounds, she was defeated and her body was flipped over and pressed onto the bed, her slender waist sinking.
Fufu also timidly poked Jiang Huai’s finger, saying that Jiang Huai was too rough and violent with her sister, and asked if he would be like this to her in the future. Jiang Huai looked at her innocently and said, “You’ll understand later.”
Wanwan had clearly begged him to be a little rougher. The seemingly pleading Wanwan’s slender waist was actually twisting like a water snake. Fufu was still young and didn’t understand.
After all, it was her first time. Fufu preferred to lie on her side, resting one leg on Jiang Huai’s leg, her body leaning against him, slowly sensing everything in her body, biting her lips tightly, because she always felt that making noises was too embarrassing.
The next morning, she got up early and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Luo Qingyu also had to return to Qingxuan Sect. Her cultivation base had improved too quickly, and she needed some time to consolidate it. It was good to be by her mother’s side, who could also protect her.
Jiang Huai prepared to send Luo Qingyu off, so he rode her spirit boat with her to the sky above Qingxuan Sect. When they arrived at Luo Yueguan’s courtyard, Luo Qingyu knocked on the door, but there was no response. She pushed the door open, walked through the long corridor of the courtyard, and called out softly twice in the courtyard before getting a response from the bathhouse in the backyard.
“Mother is soaking in the hot springs,” Luo Qingyu said softly. Suddenly, she winked playfully. “Brother Jiang Huai, do you want to join?”
“Where is my Master?” Jiang Huai called out “Master” twice more. After a while, Chu Xianning’s voice also responded from the hot spring pool. “I’m here.”
“Then I won’t go,” Jiang Huai looked at Luo Qingyu with a deep gaze. Luo Qingyu giggled. After a while, Luo Yueguan and Chu Xianning, who had changed their clothes, walked out of the hot spring pool in the backyard together.
Their hair was still loose, and their robes were light and loose. Their delicate white feet walked across the bluestone ground. Their eyes fell on Jiang Huai’s face. Jiang Huai suddenly felt a sense of inexplicable panic.
He couldn’t imagine what Luo Yueguan and Chu Xianning would say. He deduced it repeatedly in his heart, but it was useless. Now that he saw them, he tried his best to look up and meet their eyes.
Luo Yueguan crossed her arms, her arms pressing excessively against her full chest, her eyes filled with a smile.
Chu Xianning’s expression remained cold, but she quietly looked at him, neither rushed nor annoyed.
They all sat down in the courtyard. Luo Qingyu made tea for the three of them. After the tea was brewed, she made an excuse to consolidate her cultivation and went to her own spirit spring pool in Qingxuan Sect, leaving Jiang Huai alone. No one spoke the first word, and cold sweat appeared on Jiang Huai’s forehead.
The pressure was immense.
Chu Xianning’s eyes were calm. She slightly raised her chin, her gaze contemptuous and indifferent. The first sentence she spoke made Jiang Huai want to die.
“Is Luo Yueguan’s milk… tasty?”
