“Little bastard.”
Jiang Huai finally entered the courtyard and saw Luo Yueguan sitting on a chair opposite him. Her legs were crossed beneath her skirt. As she lifted her leg, the already short hem of her skirt slid down a little further. Her flawless, porcelain-like thighs were neither too plump nor too slender, perfectly rounded and straight. If the skirt were to slip any further, one might even glimpse the color of her underwear.
Luo Yueguan, whose cheeks had been flushed pink not long ago, now had the strength to look at him coldly again. Jiang Huai put on a pained expression, “Why are you looking at me like that again?”
“You lied to me, you don’t love me at all.”
“How can you say I don’t love you?”
“You exchanged letters with Qingyu, but you didn’t send me any.”
Jiang Huai was momentarily stunned.
Because what Luo Yueguan said was the truth. Before going to the Ancestral Secret Realm, he wrote to Luo Qingyu every week, but he never did with Luo Yueguan. He subconsciously thought Luo Yueguan wasn’t that clingy and didn’t need to exchange letters. But then he suddenly remembered, every time Luo Qingyu received his letters, how must Luo Yueguan have felt seeing it?
“It’s my fault!”
Jiang Huai immediately admitted his mistake and looked pleadingly at Luo Yueguan, “I’ll write to you every week from now on, okay?”
“No,” Luo Yueguan shook her head. “It’ll feel like I’m begging you to write to me.”
“I’m writing every week anyway. Whether you reply depends on your mood,” Jiang Huai said softly, looking into her eyes.
Luo Yueguan didn’t respond. Her coldness melted a little. Jiang Huai gradually found the right way to interact with Luo Yueguan. He said gently, “So, can you let me stay tonight?”
“Go sleep in Qingyu’s room.”
“Why can’t we sleep together?”
“I don’t want to sleep with you,” Luo Yueguan replied. Jiang Huai immediately looked wronged. He reached out, pulled a chair closer, and grabbed Luo Yueguan’s white and tender little feet, gently kneading them as if to please her. He whispered, “I won’t be able to sleep alone.”
“Then go back and sleep with your Master.”
“Kiss my little feet, and you won’t be angry anymore, okay?” Her ankle was held in Jiang Huai’s hands. Jiang Huai lowered his head slightly and gently kissed the top of her fair and crystalline foot. Luo Yueguan crossed her arms, her eyes watching the pleading expression on his face. A voice in her heart told her she should have softened long ago because this fellow had already admitted his mistake. How could she remain so cold to him? But seeing his obedient and pleading appearance now, she unconsciously became even greedier.
Can I always get him to coax me as long as I’m cold?
Luo Yueguan was relentless. She brought her toes to Jiang Huai’s lips, her eyes coolly gazing at him, “Lick.”
“That’s too much,” Jiang Huai replied indignantly.
“If you lick until I’m satisfied, you can sleep with me tonight.” Luo Yueguan gazed at Jiang Huai’s face, her mind recalling their earlier argument. He had no hesitation in kissing her Master’s delicate jade feet, but now…
At this moment, Jiang Huai was surprisingly obedient.
Instead, she subconsciously curled her toes slightly, her cheeks flushing red, yet she stubbornly refused to withdraw her foot. After a while, her toes relaxed. Looking at the slightly wet marks, her cheeks turned red, and she turned her face away, “How did you become so shameless?”
“I’m usually quite shameless in front of the woman I like.”
Luo Yueguan then indignantly tapped her toes against his chest. Her white and tender little feet were slightly cold, and she now playfully stepped on Jiang Huai like a kitten kneading, saying coldly, “When will you marry me?”
“Didn’t you say you weren’t sure if you’d marry me?” Jiang Huai looked up, a smile on his face, and met Luo Yueguan’s cold gaze. Thus, Luo Yueguan found it difficult to maintain her pretense any longer and turned her face away, “I’m just asking, so I can reject you later.”
“Then I’ll tell you when I’m sure you won’t reject me?”
Luo Yueguan’s white and tender little feet angrily lifted, and the cold, smooth soles of her feet directly pressed onto Jiang Huai’s face. She angrily pinched his face with her toes before finally retracting her slender white leg and saying, “You’ve already achieved the Ice Soul Profound Body, so there’s no valid reason for Dual Cultivation between us.”
“Yes.”
“When you… marry me, then we can Dual Cultivate.”
“Okay,” Jiang Huai gently agreed and turned to look at Luo Yueguan’s face, “I promise.”
Luo Yueguan bit her lip and turned away, “How long?”
“Within two to three years. After I take first place in the Five Regions Grand Competition, heal my master’s injuries, and reach the Eighth Realm. Then, I’ll be invincible in the Eighth Realm. Anyone who dares to gossip, I’ll beat them to death.”
Luo Yueguan then noticed Jiang Huai’s cultivation level, “You… you’re Seventh Realm Triple Layer already?”
“Yes.”
Jiang Huai came to Luo Yueguan’s side and gently extended his hand towards her, “But a lot has happened to me recently. Do you want to hear about it?”
Luo Yueguan reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck. He easily picked her up and walked towards the room.
…
In the room.
Luo Yueguan’s hair was tied up, and her body was nestled beside him. She looked up, “Tell me, which woman have you been entangled with recently?”
“Wait, can you come into my arms and lie down obediently first?”
“You’re the best at twisting words. Give you too much thinking time and you’ll only come up with evasive and honeyed words. Speak properly, and if I sense any hint of a lie…”
A smile curved Luo Yueguan’s lips. “I’ll bite you.”
…
Luo Yueguan coughed lightly.
“I told you to avoid it,” Jiang Huai gently wiped the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief. Luo Yueguan was not annoyed at all. She just looked up, “You promised me, if you don’t marry me, you can’t Dual Cultivate with me.”
“Of course.”
“Since you’re being so obedient… tonight, besides Dual Cultivation, you can do any naughty thing you want.”
“I want to drink milk.”
Luo Yueguan’s face immediately turned red, but she obediently brought her chest up.
…
Jiang Huai hugged Luo Yueguan in his arms and gently patted her back, coaxing her to sleep.
Even without Dual Cultivation, there were still more intense ways to tease each other. Jiang Huai’s body was covered in red marks from Luo Yueguan’s fingernails. At this moment, Jiang Huai felt a inexplicable sense of peace and a lazy comfort.
As for not being able to truly tease Luo Yueguan to the point of reaching the peak of pleasure, Jiang Huai truly felt no disappointment. He understood Luo Yueguan well enough. Her so-called pathological desires, her indulgence in lust, were all transformations of her inner yearning for love. More than succumbing to physical desires, what she truly craved was love.
If it were in the past, she might have wanted to bind Jiang Huai with her body first. But in the future, there would be a long period of uncertainty, as she had lost all her chips for keeping him. However, marriage held a completely different significance now. She was no longer the same as before, no longer that little girl who didn’t love herself at all.
Thinking this, Jiang Huai leaned in and gently kissed her forehead. Luo Yueguan, sensing the movement, groggily lifted her leg and draped it over him, settling into a more comfortable sleeping position.
…
Waking up in the early morning.
This familiar forceful start, this familiar biting to wake up, Jiang Huai’s eyes snapped open. He looked up. Luo Yueguan’s bouncing breasts, her eyes innocently looking at him, “You’re awake?”
“It would be strange if I wasn’t awake, right?”
“Lie down obediently,” Luo Yueguan’s eyes held a hint of inexplicable doting.
She deliberately made her tongue icy cold again. Jiang Huai’s head was dizzy, and after a while, he surrendered.
…
“I want to kiss you too.”
Luo Yueguan was slightly stunned at first, then her eyes brightened. She slightly tilted her chin, “Okay, let’s see who surrenders first?”
…
Jiang Huai had planned to spend the day accompanying Luo Yueguan around Qingxuan Sect, chatting, taking a walk, cooking a delicious meal, and watching the moon and stars in the courtyard at night. However, from morning until afternoon, the two of them hadn’t gotten out of bed.
Even without Dual Cultivation, there were countless ways to express love. Luo Yueguan had gone through several pairs of her silk sling and white socks. When Jiang Huai carried Luo Yueguan to bathe, there were still fingernail marks he had left on her buttocks.
Her skin was too delicate. A slight bit of force would leave red marks, just like Qingyu.
After bathing, Luo Yueguan put on a gorgeous, light pink dress, making her look even more dignified and elegant. Her figure was already as juicy and tender as a ripe peach, yet her face always seemed to wear a cold, indifferent expression, as if carrying a hint of arrogance. This subtle contrast reminded Jiang Huai of the times he had seen Luo Yueguan blush and softy beg for mercy.
“Shall we go stroll around the sect?” Jiang Huai asked softly.
“Mm,” Luo Yueguan nodded gently. She sat on a long bench, and Jiang Huai squatted down to put on her slender high heels before standing by her side, and they set off together. Qingxuan Sect was vast. The disciples were currently in their midday practice. Luo Yueguan put on a pretense of a cold and aloof expression as she inspected the sect. Beside her, Jiang Huai looked obedient. The autumn weather was cool. The two of them had a good walk for a while and finally sat down at the cliff on the mountaintop. Luo Yueguan gently swung her legs. Below the mountain was the entire Qingxuan Sect. Disciples were practicing swordplay with peace of mind. Suddenly, Jiang Huai leaned in front of her, “Kiss.”
Luo Yueguan was startled but instinctively flinched. This was not the courtyard; in the courtyard, she could be unrestrained, wearing light clothing, her personality playful. But once they were in the outside world, even if no one was around, she instinctively put on a dignified, cold, and slightly arrogant demeanor. This was the shell she had slowly developed over the years. But now, Jiang Huai’s fingertips had gently lifted her chin, seemingly leaving her no room to escape.
At this moment, Luo Yueguan no longer dared to take the initiative as she did in the courtyard, to pin Jiang Huai down and kiss him fiercely. Instead, she appeared shy and pure. As Jiang Huai slowly approached, kissing her lips and parting her teeth, Jiang Huai embraced her slender waist, her body gradually softening. He caressed her dark, smooth hair, and she gradually relaxed. Her delicate, soft pink tongue eventually responded.
When they parted, Luo Yueguan’s snow-white cheeks were already flushed red, like clusters of winter-blooming plum blossoms blooming in the snow. Her eyes were bright and hazy, as if she were deeply drunk.
