“Maybe you can just assume I’ve gone crazy…?”
“That reason won’t do,” Luo Yueguan said, shaking her head gently.
“Just assume I suddenly have greedy thoughts about you and want to taste your lips…”
“Then why should I agree?”
“Because you owe me a favor,” Jiang Huai said shamelessly.
“Are you sure you want to use a favor for something like this?”
“Yes, I really want to kiss you right now.”
“Why?”
“No reason, I just want to.”
But Luo Yueguan merely looked at his eyes playfully. “If you asked me to dual cultivate, I could agree because dual cultivation can restore your cultivation. But if you want to kiss me just for your selfish desires, I won’t agree.”
“Is there no room for negotiation at all?”
“None.”
“Alright,” Jiang Huai nodded lightly, but he didn’t seem too upset. He just wanted to test what a 75 favorability meant. He had already guessed Luo Yueguan wouldn’t agree, and he hadn’t held out much hope. However, Luo Yueguan looked at him strangely now. “So why are you suddenly acting crazy?”
“Isn’t it normal for a little boy to suddenly want a beautiful older sister to kiss him?” Jiang Huai replied righteously.
“Is that so? Then I’ll tell your Master when I get back,” Luo Yueguan’s lips curved upward.
Jiang Huai’s eyes widened. “You’re serious?!”
“Uh-huh? You dare to ask me, but you don’t dare let your Master know?”
Jiang Huai was on the verge of tears. “I was just kidding, please don’t take it seriously, okay?”
“Then if I agreed, would your joke be taken seriously?” Luo Yueguan reached out and gently lifted Jiang Huai’s chin. “I thought you were taught to be a gentleman by your Master, but it turns out all men are as despicable as dogs.”
“…” Jiang Huai was completely speechless.
“Are you serious?” Jiang Huai was about to cry.
“It depends on my mood,” Luo Yueguan suddenly took a step forward, leaning closer to Jiang Huai. She lowered her head slightly, her delicate pink lips almost touching him. Jiang Huai was stunned for a moment. Luo Yueguan seemed to get even closer, until her delicate lips lightly brushed against the corner of Jiang Huai’s mouth, causing a slight tickle.
“That’s proof then,” Luo Yueguan chuckled as she looked at Jiang Huai’s dazed expression.
Who curses someone as a dog and then kisses a puppy?
“This doesn’t count as a kiss,” Jiang Huai’s head felt a little dizzy.
“Then what do you want?”
“I want to see your tongue.”
Luo Yueguan’s delicate lips parted slightly. In Jiang Huai’s sight, her tongue tip extended, swaying gently. Her soft, delicate tongue was still stained with some water, glistening and enticing.
It was a pity that just as Jiang Huai was about to lean closer, Luo Yueguan’s fingertips tapped his chest, blocking him. She didn’t allow him to advance another inch, her eyes turning mocking again. “Just looking, and you want to taste too?”
“Yes.”
“Dream on,” Luo Yueguan glanced at him sideways, and in an instant, she returned to her dignified and elegant posture, the allure in her eyes vanishing without a trace.
“Then, can I have a hug?” Jiang Huai looked at Luo Yueguan in front of him, full of expectation.
“Call me ‘Mother,’ and I’ll hug you.”
“…” Jiang Huai’s mouth twitched slightly. “Do you have to tease me like this?”
“It’s your unreasonable demand, so should I not tease you? Instead, I should obediently listen to you and let you do as you please?”
“You’re right,” Jiang Huai thought for a moment and shook his head. “I won’t call you that.”
“Then don’t even think about it.” Luo Yueguan turned away and began to ride her sword seriously. Jiang Huai placed his hand on her shoulder and held on tightly to avoid falling. They were not far from Tian Xuan Sect. He didn’t say anything else, still having no concept of the 75 favorability number in his heart.
Luo Yueguan was strange.
No, women were generally strange creatures.
***
On Tian Xuan Sect.
Luo Yueguan had already arrived at Tian Xuan Sect on her sword. Jiang Huai looked at her. “Are you going back?”
“No, I’m going to your Master to complain.”
Jiang Huai gave her a faint look and said nothing more. The spirit sword finally stopped in Chu Xianning’s courtyard. Chu Xianning was sitting in a pavilion, lost in thought. She hadn’t even brewed a pot of tea, her cold and aloof eyes silently gazing at the distant mountains.
Jiang Huai jumped off the spirit sword, and Luo Yueguan put away hers. She sat down opposite Chu Xianning. Chu Xianning glanced at her, and after a moment, surprise flickered in her eyes. “Your cold脉?”
Previously, every time Luo Yueguan returned, Chu Xianning had to suppress the cold energy emanating from her with spiritual energy to prevent it from harming Jiang Huai. But today, Luo Yueguan’s aura was exceptionally peaceful, with no trace of coldness flowing out.
“Jiang Huai cured my Ice Soul Profound Body,” Luo Yueguan explained softly to Chu Xianning with a smile in her eyes.
“Oh,” Chu Xianning nodded lightly.
Luo Yueguan picked up the tea pot on the table to make tea, but before she could add the tea leaves, Chu Xianning pointed to a tea canister on the side and said, “I’m not used to yours.”
“You should try something new once in a while. My tea is no worse than your Jasmine tea, and your disciple likes it very much.”
“I don’t like it,” Chu Xianning’s voice was indifferent.
“Alright, alright, whatever you say.” Luo Yueguan didn’t get annoyed, but quietly took out her own tea leaves and prepared them. She sat opposite Chu Xianning and smiled at her. “How have you been recently?”
“Still the same.”
“I found some medicinal materials for you and had those old alchemists refine a pill. Try it,” Luo Yueguan took out a pill from her Storage Ring. Chu Xianning glanced at it but didn’t refuse, only saying softly, “Thank you.”
Jiang Huai listened to their conversation from the side, feeling a little emotional. Chu Xianning’s willingness to accept something from Luo Yueguan was a clear indication that she considered Luo Yueguan a very good friend; otherwise, she wouldn’t have accepted any gifts from others.
While the two old friends caught up, Jiang Huai went to the back mountain to tend to the flowers and plants. As for whether Luo Yueguan would complain to Chu Xianning… Jiang Huai felt that Luo Yueguan probably wouldn’t.
***
“You’ve really taught a good disciple,” Luo Yueguan suddenly said, her voice laced with playfulness.
“Hm?” Chu Xianning raised her eyes slightly.
“Not only did he cure my profound veins, but he also opened all my blocked acupoints,” Luo Yueguan said to Chu Xianning, supporting her fragrant cheeks with her delicate hand, unhurriedly.
Chu Xianning was stunned for a moment. She suddenly remembered that Jiang Huai had mentioned to her what it would take to open all the acupoints. However, Chu Xianning’s expression remained impassive, and she simply replied indifferently, “That’s good.”
“Then why don’t you let him open your acupoints too?” Luo Yueguan blinked her eyes slightly.
“I don’t need to.”
“Is it that you don’t need to, or is it because you’re shy?” Luo Yueguan smiled playfully. “After over six hundred years, are you still going to be shy in front of a little boy?”
Chu Xianning turned her face away. “I don’t need it anyway.”
“Or perhaps, it’s precisely because you don’t see him as a little boy that you’re guilty and afraid?”
“You’re very annoying,” a hint of displeasure appeared on Chu Xianning’s brow. Luo Yueguan and Chu Xianning had known each other for so many years that she knew Chu Xianning would kick her out if she said another word, so she didn’t continue. “Alright, alright, I was just reminding you. Once all acupoints are open, spiritual energy circulation will be much smoother, which might also be beneficial for your injuries.”
Luo Yueguan’s voice held a hint of emotion. “He cured both Qingyu and me. Righteously and reasonably, I owe him a huge favor. If he proposes dual cultivation for healing in the future, I won’t refuse.”
A moment later, Luo Yueguan suddenly laughed again. “But you were right. I told him earlier that as long as he took good care of Qingyu, I would agree to any condition he proposed. He never asked me for dual cultivation, only hoping I would treat Qingyu well in the future.”
“I’ve already told you, don’t think of him as so despicable,” Chu Xianning’s brows relaxed, and her voice seemed to carry a hint of undetectable pride.
But Luo Yueguan just smiled. “That’s why I say you don’t understand men. If a man doesn’t just want your body, he wants your heart too. It’s better if the body is lost, but if the heart is lost too… that would be dangerous.”
“Why do you always think of him so badly?”
“Aren’t all men like this? Eating what’s in their bowl and thinking about what’s in the pot. If you insist on defending him, then how do you explain that even after he was betrothed to my Qingyu, he still harbored ill intentions towards you?”
“He…”
“He didn’t harbor ill intentions towards you? You can lie to me, but don’t lie to yourself,” Luo Yueguan sneered.
Chu Xianning couldn’t argue with Luo Yueguan on this matter, so she replied indifferently, “If I say no, then no.”
“Alright, alright, you’re right,” Luo Yueguan picked up the tea on the table and took a sip. A faint Jasmine fragrance wafted from her lips and teeth. She winked at Chu Xianning. “Good tea.”
“But it’s not yours,” Chu Xianning turned her face away. “I don’t have much left myself.”
“Then let Jiang Huai make some more.”
“No.”
The tea Chu Xianning drank was always provided by Jiang Huai on time; Chu Xianning never actively asked for it. She never asked Jiang Huai for anything, after all, when would a Master ask a disciple for gifts?
“You are too stubborn,” Luo Yueguan looked at Chu Xianning with a helpless expression. “So, what are your thoughts?”
“I think it’s very good for him to marry Qingyu,” Chu Xianning turned her face away again, looking towards the distant clouds.
“Then let’s set the wedding date for when they are twenty, at the end of the year, with eight months left,” Luo Yueguan quietly looked at Chu Xianning’s eyes. Chu Xianning didn’t speak, but Luo Yueguan continued, “They are not young anymore, many cultivators get married at fifteen or sixteen. If we delay any longer, it will be too late, Chu Xianning.”
“Then at the end of the year,” Chu Xianning answered coldly.
“You said it yourself, I’ll tell Jiang Huai later. Don’t regret it.”
“What is there for me to regret?” Chu Xianning still hadn’t turned her head back.
“Then why don’t you dare to look me in the eyes?” Luo Yueguan looked at Chu Xianning’s trembling eyelashes. “Did you secretly cry in your bed last night?”
Chu Xianning turned her head. “You should go back quickly. It’s too noisy here.”
“You’re flustered, you’re flustered!” Luo Yueguan laughed heartily.
