“What are you laughing at?” Jiang Huai looked at Luo Yueguan displeasedly.
“If I told you that the day she disappears every month isn’t for seclusion and healing, but for doing something else, would you believe me?”
“Doing what?”
“That’s your Master’s secret, a very interesting secret. To know this secret… what are you willing to give?” Luo Yueguan’s voice gradually deepened, like a spider weaving its web, luring Jiang Huai step by step into her trap.
“What do you want?”
Luo Yueguan slightly lifted her tiptoes, clasping her hands in front of her chest. “Kiss the instep of my foot, and I’ll tell you the secret.”
“Not interested.”
“A reminder, knowing this secret will definitely benefit you.”
“No, I absolutely don’t want to know.” Jiang Huai shook his head, trying to kill the curious kitten in his heart. He shook his head again. “I searched for so many medicinal materials for you with great effort, and I expend my soul to open your acupoints and eliminate poison spirits. Yet, you won’t even tell me this little secret?”
“Yes, I am indeed such a selfish, ungrateful woman.” Luo Yueguan tilted her chin up, as if she were proud of it. Jiang Huai was driven mad for a moment. “Then I won’t give you acupuncture tonight!”
“I don’t mind,” Luo Yueguan said softly. “You’ve already given me acupuncture twice, so I’ve already profited no matter what.”
“How cheap! Can’t you just tell me?”
“Kiss the instep of my foot, and I’ll tell you the secret immediately.”
“Dream on!”
“Then we have nothing more to discuss.” Luo Yueguan’s gaze shifted to her snow-white toes, and she slightly spread them.
“Change the condition.” Jiang Huai looked at Luo Yueguan in exasperation.
“No exchange.”
“What’s the benefit of this condition for you?”
“It does. It makes me very happy,” Luo Yueguan hooked her lips. “Just thinking about Chu Xianning’s most proud direct disciple having to bow down and kiss the instep of my foot like a dog right now makes me happy.”
“You won’t have any friends if you act like this,” Jiang Huai looked at her with a hint of melancholy.
“I don’t have many friends to begin with.”
“You deserve to have no friends!”
“I don’t care,” Luo Yueguan laughed even more gleefully. She knew Jiang Huai wouldn’t compromise, and that’s precisely why she was so delighted. Her malicious pleasure was almost overflowing from her heart.
So amusing.
It felt like she hadn’t been this happy in a very, very long time.
Jiang Huai would definitely not obediently surrender. Firstly, he wasn’t a pervert. Secondly, he wasn’t a pervert. Thirdly, given Luo Yueguan’s personality, if he really succumbed to her because of curiosity, he would truly become Luo Yueguan’s toy.
Luo Yueguan let down her crossed legs beneath her qipao. Jiang Huai thought this woman was finally going to stop causing trouble, but in the next second, Luo Yueguan unreasonably placed her slender legs on the table.
They were excessively long.
“What are you doing?”
“Comfortable,” Luo Yueguan answered with righteous indignation. Jiang Huai couldn’t refute her. Her qipao’s hem spread out, revealing her porcelain-white, slender, and snow-white legs. She still clasped her hands across her chest, leaning lazily against the back of the chair. “About three years ago, around the time your Master came to propose marriage, your Master and I talked about you.”
“What did you talk about?” Jiang Huai was stunned.
About three years ago was when Jiang Huai inadvertently revealed his fox tail to Chu Xianning, making her blush with shame and arrange a marriage for him. Jiang Huai looked at Luo Yueguan, the mischief in her eyes truly made him itch with irritation.
“Want to know?” Luo Yueguan’s toes, like small silver fish, wriggled slightly. “Rub them for me. If you rub them well, I’ll tell you.”
The temperament of the Chinese people is always about compromise. A kiss is unacceptable, but a massage is acceptable. It seemed Luo Yueguan understood this well.
Jiang Huai sneered, “I don’t want to know.”
“It’s about her thoughts on you…”
“I don’t want to know,” Jiang Huai repeated. He stood up. “When Master wants to tell me, she always tells me.”
With that, he turned and walked towards the kitchen. After a few steps, he suddenly thought of something and turned back. “Oh, right. We don’t have enough ingredients prepared for today. Dinner will be for me and Luo Qingyu only. You won’t have any!”
After saying this, he left for the kitchen indignantly.
Luo Yueguan, sitting in the pavilion, laughed so hard she couldn’t straighten her waist. A long, long time later, she finally came to her senses.
Luo Yueguan took out a mirror and looked at the woman’s smiling lips. She suddenly felt a moment of disorientation.
Somewhat unfamiliar.
***
Dinner indeed did not include a portion for Luo Yueguan.
Jiang Huai kept his word.
“Mother… you eat too.” Luo Qingyu reached out and gently tugged at Luo Yueguan’s sleeve. Luo Yueguan glanced at Jiang Huai with a sigh. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to sit at the table; it was that Jiang Huai simply didn’t serve her any food.
“There’s only enough for the two of us. If Mother eats, Qingyu won’t have any left,” Jiang Huai said unhurriedly.
Luo Qingyu immediately hugged her bowl. “Then, then Mother will eat next time.”
Jiang Huai burst into happy laughter.
Luo Yueguan sat aside, silently drinking the northwest wind. A downpour had lasted almost the entire day. After dinner, Luo Qingyu obediently cleaned the bowls and chopsticks. When she returned after washing them, Jiang Huai pulled her into his embrace and gently kneaded her shoulders and waist.
Luo Qingyu’s body was as soft as marshmallow, and her cheeks were flushed. But thinking that Jiang Huai would leave tomorrow, her eyes became filled with grievance.
“I’ll return to the sect tomorrow. I’ll come back to Qingxuan Sect in two months.” Jiang Huai’s fingertips gently massaged Luo Qingyu’s earlobe. Luo Qingyu responded with a soft, aggrieved hum. Jiang Huai suddenly thought of something. “I’ll send someone to deliver something to Qingyu in a while.”
“What?”
“I’m researching spirit jade for long-distance transmission. That way, even if we can’t see each other, I can still chat with Qingyu at night.” Jiang Huai gently stroked Luo Qingyu’s body, comforting the girl’s slight grievances. Luo Qingyu obediently agreed. As the sky gradually darkened, she was still reluctant to get up. It wasn’t until Jiang Huai picked her up that he said, “Alright, it’s time to sleep obediently.”
“No, I’m not sleepy yet…” Luo Qingyu hugged Jiang Huai tightly, unwilling to let go. Jiang Huai stroked the little clingy girl’s hair, feeling a little helpless. “Then let’s take a walk around the sect again?”
Only then did Luo Qingyu obediently get down from him and tightly hug his arm.
***
Until the full moon hung high in the sky, Jiang Huai accompanied Luo Qingyu for a long walk around the sect before finally carrying the almost asleep Luo Qingyu back to the courtyard.
Luo Yueguan had already put on her nightgown and was lying on the bed, preparing to rest. Jiang Huai gently pushed open the door, went to the bedside, and gently laid down the sleeping Luo Qingyu. Then he glanced at Luo Yueguan, who was lying on her side on the bed, and said softly, “Come with me.”
“Didn’t you say you weren’t going to give acupuncture anymore?” Luo Yueguan turned her face away.
“I was joking. What are you taking it so seriously for?” Jiang Huai looked at her helplessly. “I’ll wait for you in my room.”
***
In the room.
Jiang Huai had already prepared the final medicinal liquid to be used, and Luo Yueguan had also arrived. She was wearing a light purple nightgown that barely reached her snow-white buttocks. Beneath the hem of the skirt, her legs were shapely and snow-white. Jiang Huai’s gaze was instantly drawn to them. As soon as Luo Yueguan sat down, she unceremoniously propped her legs up on the table, the skirt hem sliding down a little. She tilted her head. “Where do you need to apply it today?”
“I must have owed you in my past life,” Jiang Huai sighed with a heavy heart. He threw the porcelain bottle to her. “You can apply it to your legs yourself.”
“Didn’t you apply it for me before?”
“That was because I wasn’t familiar with the specific situation of your acupoints. I was sensing them with spiritual qi while applying the medicine. Now that I’m clear on everything, you can apply it yourself.”
“I won’t,” Luo Yueguan turned her head. “You apply it for me.”
“You…!” Jiang Huai never liked to argue with women, but Luo Yueguan always managed to infuriate him. Whenever he saw Luo Yueguan’s cheeks, he would think of Luo Qingyu, and his anger would inexplicably subside.
“Fine, fine. I can’t be bothered to argue with you.” Jiang Huai opened the porcelain bottle, brought over a chair, and had Luo Yueguan position her legs. Then he sat down, poured the medicinal liquid onto her legs, and spread it evenly with his fingertips.
His movements were meticulous. Luo Yueguan quietly turned her head, gazing at Jiang Huai’s profile. His eyes truly held no trace of evil thoughts; they were as clear as a mirror.
“Gently,” Luo Yueguan whined slightly, pouting her lips.
Jiang Huai deliberately increased the pressure slightly. Luo Yueguan bit her lip slightly but wasn’t angry, merely letting out a soft hum. “Are Auntie Luo’s legs beautiful?”
Jiang Huai couldn’t be bothered to respond.
“Hmm? Do you mean you prefer your Master’s slender build? Your Master is beautiful, but her figure is meager. If she had children in the future, they’d probably cry with hunger.”
Jiang Huai was inexplicably amused, but laughing felt impolite, so he slapped Luo Yueguan’s snow-white, soft thighs hard. “Don’t speak ill of my Master.”
“You’re obviously laughing.”
Luo Yueguan also started to laugh. During the acupuncture sessions over the previous two nights, she had always felt uneasy and fearful, but tonight, she felt inexplicably calm and languid. Jiang Huai’s fingertips rubbed and kneaded her legs, and a touch of warmth permeated her body, making her feel so comfortable that she wanted to fall asleep soundly.
“If only the person who picked me up back then was me,” Luo Yueguan murmured softly.
“And then I would have been tortured by you from childhood like Qingyu? You’d rather kill me than make me practice sword every day. If I had a Master like you, I’d rather commit suicide.”
“I may not be as good as your Master, but I would dote on you more. If you were my disciple, when I saw that prescription, I would have taken advantage of your coma… to heal you.”
“Heh, who cares?”
“Don’t you *really* want to have Dual Cultivation with me?” Luo Yueguan’s eyes were full of laughter.
“Shameless!” Jiang Huai had already resorted to the most aggressive vocabulary to attack Luo Yueguan.
“The ‘shameless’ Luo Yueguan you speak of is still a virgin to this day, never having been defiled by any man. My flower bud remains as clean as ever. Do you want to pry it open and take a look?”
Jiang Huai suddenly felt like finding something to forcefully stuff into Luo Yueguan’s mouth.
