The room echoed with Fang Moye’s muffled moans.
Fang Moye was sitting on a chair, her back leaning against a lounge chair. Her slender, snow-white legs were stretched out, her ankles resting on his legs. He held her white and tender little feet in his hands. She hugged her chest tightly, her eyes looking at Jiang Huai, always suspecting that Jiang Huai, while saying it was fine, was now getting revenge by kneading her little feet.
Her forehead was sweating slightly from his kneading, her toes stretching. She couldn’t tell if it was painful or comfortable, or both, which made her head feel dizzy and speechless.
Earlier, Jiang Huai had chatted with her for a while about the details of her dress. She found it particularly interesting. For so many years, she hadn’t made her own clothes. Like Chu Xianning, she kept everything simple. To this day, she only had a few outfits in her wardrobe for different occasions, and not many pieces of jewelry either, without any intention of dressing herself up.
After a while, Jiang Huai withdrew his hands and said softly, “Alright.”
Fang Moye, who had been squinting lazily, slowly opened her eyes. When she got up, she realized how soft and weak her body felt. She walked out of Jiang Huai’s room and, before leaving, did not forget to ask him how many snow fish wontons he wanted for breakfast. Jiang Huai replied that he wanted twenty, and she silently noted it in her heart.
Only after Fang Moye left completely did Jiang Huai finally let out a long sigh of relief.
He still couldn’t fall asleep. He lay on the bed, gazing at the moon in the distance. He didn’t know where these system missions came from, but he always felt that these missions were somewhat dangerous.
A person’s bottom line is always broken step by step. If you want to make someone agree to an absurd request, the best way is to ask them to do a small thing for you, and then give them some reward. Gradually, you make the things they do increasingly difficult, and the rewards you give them more and more. Step by step, little by little, you will make the other person fall into the abyss.
…
Fang Moye woke up very early.
To make snow fish wontons for Jiang Huai, she naturally had to go to Baiye Mountain earlier to catch fish. After selecting two plump Snow Spirit Fish, she carried the fish back to the courtyard. First, she gutted the two Snow Spirit Fish, then carefully dissected the bones, scraped off the fish meat, and after pounding the fish meat into a paste, she seasoned it carefully and wrapped them into wontons one by one. She even used the bones of the Snow Spirit Fish to stew a pot of fish soup.
The wontons were boiled in water, then poured into the fish soup, garnished with some chopped scallions. They were plump and crystal clear, and the fish soup was milky white and rich, looking very pleasing.
This was a dish she had learned to make very early. When she was still in the lower realm, Chu Xianning was young, and she would make it for her whenever Chu Xianning broke through. After it was cooked, she came to Jiang Huai’s door and knocked gently. After a while, the door opened, and Jiang Huai, dressed in white, walked out.
In an instant, Fang Moye was stunned.
It wasn’t for any other reason, but for a moment she felt indifferent. She had been on Baiye Mountain for hundreds of years, accustomed to being alone. Suddenly, a handsome man in white emerged from the door, and she instinctively felt a moment of daze, then she spoke softly, “Come and try.”
Jiang Huai came to the table, picked up a soup spoon, and tasted a wonton. It was smooth and tender, with fresh fish flavor. It was just a few simple flavors, but they were perfectly matched. His eyes lit up slightly, and then he ate several more in large bites.
“Eat slowly, there’s more if you want.”
Over the years, Fang Moye would occasionally make a bowl of snow fish wontons to reward herself when she was in a good mood. Now she had eaten hundreds of times, and even delicious things had become boring. But looking at Jiang Huai devouring them, she felt a sense of joy and satisfaction in her heart.
A moment later, the wontons in Jiang Huai’s bowl were all gone, while Fang Moye had only eaten four. She ate very slowly, with elegant and graceful posture. Seeing Jiang Huai still looking as if he hadn’t had enough, Fang Moye’s lips curved slightly, and she pushed her bowl of wontons to Jiang Huai.
Jiang Huai was a little embarrassed, but Fang Moye just said gently, “The restrictions on Baiye Mountain should affect you greatly. I only need to eat a little bit each day to not be hungry, but you are different, eat.”
So Jiang Huai brought that bowl of wontons to him, and even drank all the soup.
“Did Ancestral Master sleep any better last night?”
“I fell asleep quickly,” Fang Moye replied truthfully.
She couldn’t explain the reason, but after being massaged by Jiang Huai’s slender feet last night, she lay on the bed feeling warm all over. She even forgot the burning pain from her buttocks being spanked earlier and soon fell asleep, wrapped in her quilt.
“How is your Heaven Mending Divine Art cultivation progressing?”
“My progress is a bit slow,” Jiang Huai replied truthfully.
Even with the Star Soul Blood and Moon Soul Blood on him, his comprehension was already extraordinary, yet his progress was not fast. Fortunately, in front of him sat the person who had cultivated the Heaven Mending Divine Art most skillfully in the world.
Fang Moye began to explain the essentials of the Heaven Mending Divine Art to Jiang Huai. She was an excellent teacher. With just a few words, she resolved all of Jiang Huai’s confusion. Jiang Huai circulated his spiritual qi according to her instructions and soon gained new insights into the Heaven Mending Divine Art.
Only then did he curiously ask, “What cultivation technique does that Divine Emperor practice?”
Speaking of this, Fang Moye slowly replied, “She cultivates two cultivation techniques, the Heaven Mending Divine Art and the Great Desolation Record, both of which are her cultivation methods. Strictly speaking, these two techniques, when merged together, form her cultivation technique. However, because her cultivation technique is too difficult, only she can cultivate it, which is why she passed on that cultivation technique to Ning Yuzhu and me.”
“When she passed on the Heaven Mending Divine Art and the Great Desolation Record to us, she modified some details. In the future, if Ning Yuzhu and I dual cultivate with you, the spiritual qi on our bodies will flow against the current into your body. This was also her original intention, to have both of us forcibly raise your cultivation level to Divine King within one year of your arrival in the upper realm.”
Jiang Huai’s expression was a little guilty at this moment.
After all, Jiang Ning was his sister. Now that his sister had done these things because of him, he, as her older brother, naturally had to bear some responsibility. In an instant, Fang Moye suddenly froze.
She always felt that she had overlooked something, but for a moment she couldn’t figure it out. She looked at Jiang Huai’s slightly apologetic expression and found it amusing. She reached out and gently stroked his head.
“You don’t need to feel apologetic,” she said after a moment of hesitation. “Even if I had resentment in my heart, Ning Yu and I owe her a great favor. It was her intervention that changed our destiny, so this is what we need to repay.”
“Ancestral Master, please, please don’t.” Jiang Huai’s head shook like a rattle. At this moment, he was not pretending, but said sincerely, “Please don’t mention this kind of thing again.”
“Hmm?”
“Ningning will definitely want to kill me if she knows,” Jiang Huai replied.
Fang Moye was stunned at first, then she smiled faintly.
…
Jiang Huai returned to his room and continued sewing the nightgown for Fang Moye.
Fang Moye’s figure was somewhat similar to Luo Yueguan. Jiang Huai had made clothes for Luo Yueguan not long ago, so he sewed it with ease. It was completed in the evening. He took out the dress and brought it to the dazed Fang Moye. Fang Moye took it and said softly, “Thank you.”
Jiang Huai chose the smoothest Snow Silkworm Silk fabric, which was skin-friendly and soft, yet elastic. This nightgown would accentuate her waistline. The chest area was specially modified so as not to constrict her chest or reveal too much.
The main reason was that Jiang Huai had inadvertently discovered last night that after Fang Moye bathed, the tips of her breasts were faintly visible under the fabric, so he wanted to make her a dress. Fang Moye quickly went to bathe, and when she came out, Jiang Huai’s gaze was drawn to her.
Seeing the dress he had made with his own hands worn by a beautiful immortal who could perfectly showcase it was indeed a very fulfilling thing. The hem of the dress was designed to be long by Jiang Huai, with a slit on the side. The black dress was also adorned with some gold threads, elegant and gorgeous. Her figure was already tall, and this dress fit her perfectly.
Fang Moye had already looked at the dress in the mirror and clearly liked it very much. At this moment, she looked at Jiang Huai with a gentle gaze. She slightly turned sideways and asked him softly, “How is it?”
“It seems to fit perfectly,” Jiang Huai replied softly.
Fang Moye sat opposite him, looking at his face. After a while, she lifted her small leg, her white and tender slender little foot suspended in mid-air. Jiang Huai hesitated slightly, then gently took it into his palm and began to knead it carefully.
No missions had been triggered today.
Thinking of this, Fang Moye felt a little anxious. Fortunately, Jiang Huai’s hands were warm, which gradually calmed her heart. The round moon hung high above, and the evening breeze was cool. Gradually, Fang Moye’s body became increasingly soft and weak, unable to lift strength.
“Did you trigger any missions today?” she finally couldn’t help but ask softly.
“No,” Jiang Huai shook his head regretfully. Fang Moye bit her lip and could only let it go. Jiang Huai withdrew his hand and watched her white and tender little feet retract. He heard her say, “I’m going to sleep.”
“Mm, Ancestral Master, sleep well.”
Jiang Huai watched her leave. He was not in a hurry to rest. Fang Moye no longer suffered from insomnia, but recently, he had been suffering from insomnia every day. The day he would see Jiang Ning was not far away. In more than half a year, he would see Jiang Ning again.
But at that time, when they met… what would they say?
Jiang Huai always felt uneasy about the unknown. He instinctively wanted to escape again, so he took out a wine pot from his storage space and poured himself a large cup of wine. He took out some snacks to accompany the wine and drank alone under the moon.
The wine in the pot was quickly finished. Fortunately, Su Qingyi, fearing he would be bored when he went to the upper realm, gave him many fine wines she had collected over the years. Jiang Huai drank several more pots and gradually became a little drunk, leaning on the table and looking at the trees swaying gently in the courtyard in the wind. The whole world slowly spun before his eyes.
Until a slightly helpless, yet gentle and pleasant female voice echoed in his ear, “Why aren’t you sleeping, drinking alone?”
Jiang Huai slowly raised his head and looked at Fang Moye in front of him, his expression suddenly becoming complicated.
Because he had just had a dream, and this dream was about her.
