“You have such full buttocks!”
“You have such a seductive voice!”
“You care about all living beings!”
“You are unrestrained!”
The first three were fine, but when it came to the last one, Fang Moye immediately turned back with dissatisfaction, “I am not a woman who is unrestrained.”
This was the third time she had emphasized it, but Jiang Huai didn’t listen. He brought down another slap. Her body trembled violently. The ten slaps, neither too fast nor too slow, were delivered. After the slaps, Fang Moye’s cheeks were flushed, and she was panting slightly. But at the moment the last slap landed, she suddenly felt a tremor run through her body, as if her tailbone had been struck by an electric current. Her toes instinctively tensed, and her calves even seemed to spasm.
Possessing the innate “Bewitching Bone,” she was indeed more sensitive than ordinary women. However, she had also read in ancient scrolls that if one were to be moved by emotion, a single glance from their lover would make them cling to each other like glue, their bodies going soft, releasing copious amounts of seductive fragrance and dew.
At that moment, Fang Moye’s body froze, yet she dared not move.
Moved by emotion?
How could that be possible!
Fang Moye refused to believe such a possibility. She would rather suspect that the Divine Emperor had secretly planted some Dao seed in her heart back then than believe she could be moved by emotion at this moment. Yet, she was indeed unable to resist Jiang Huai’s slaps, and instead, seemed to harbor some kind of anticipation. At this moment, even her body was so cooperative, and her body exuded a special sandalwood fragrance.
When she slowly turned her head back, she realized that Jiang Huai had been somewhat dazed by this fragrance. At this moment, she snapped back to her senses, and the Immortal Binding Rope instantly wrapped tightly around Jiang Huai’s body.
“You…”
Bloodshot veins spread across Jiang Huai’s pupils. He was now dazed and foolish, as if he were about to go mad.
Fang Moye knew his body was being controlled by lust. After a moment of hesitation, she leaped onto the stone table and slowly raised her slender leg.
However, for some reason, the burning sensation from the sole of her foot made her body even softer.
“Hold your breath,” she warned.
“Are you clearheaded now?” Fang Moye spoke slowly.
She looked down at the filth beneath her feet. It was indeed an extremely awkward situation. Fortunately, she had already put shame aside. Jiang Huai’s eyes gradually regained clarity. “I was somewhat clearheaded just now, I just couldn’t control myself.”
“That’s why I told you to hold your breath earlier,” Fang Moye sighed. She looked at Jiang Huai before her, who seemed to have some guilt and some helplessness in his eyes. She also felt a sense of helplessness. They stared at each other in the night sky for a while, then Fang Moye suddenly reached out and casually rubbed his face, saying, “Your cultivation level is too low, you’re affected by me, and there’s nothing I can do about it… But whenever your lust is stirred by me, come find me to resolve it. There’s no need to be shy.”
“No need…”
“Don’t talk tough,” Fang Moye snorted coldly. “This is an order.”
“What if I don’t listen?”
“Then you won’t be able to resist me either,” Fang Moye said, gently wiggling her toes as if to show off her accomplishment to Jiang Huai. Jiang Huai didn’t know why things had suddenly evolved to this point and was speechless.
It was at this moment that Fang Moye suddenly realized something.
Her innate Bewitching Bone seemed to have been unconsciously activated due to Jiang Huai’s appearance, slowly lifting her previous restrictions. And every time various strange missions would stir Jiang Huai to the brink of exhaustion but prevent him from releasing, coupled with his constant worries and anxieties, it was reasonable for him to be agitated.
Since that was the case, she might as well bear all the blame. Since she was forcing him, Jiang Huai would have no way to resist. Enduring some humiliation was better than enduring the torment in his heart.
Often, a person’s pain did not stem from their actual situation, but from their own imagination.
However, Fang Moye was suddenly a little surprised.
That’s strange.
How did the situation get to this point? Had the Divine Emperor foreseen everything, or was it due to the secret instigation of this seemingly upright gentleman before her? Or was it all just a coincidence?
Therefore, she couldn’t help but vent her frustration.
“If you are unwilling, then don’t have any thoughts when my sole touches you.”
She said this, lifting her chin arrogantly, her eyes looking at him playfully and contemptuously. Then she snorted, “You say you don’t want it, but your body still wants to be served by me, doesn’t it?”
This completely dispelled the messy thoughts in Jiang Huai’s heart. Instead, he was the first to reach out and gently grasp Fang Moye’s ankle. Fang Moye’s body froze again. “What are you doing?”
“Ancestral Master said it herself.”
He looked up at Fang Moye. “I’ll borrow Ancestral Master’s white and tender little feet for a while longer.”
Fang Moye’s toes instinctively curled tightly. By now, it was too late to escape.
When did she… fall into this perfectly crafted trap?
Fang Moye didn’t know why she had become this way.
Just as she didn’t know why, after Jiang Huai had toyed with her little feet and led her to the bathhouse to wash them, she was directly carried back to her room by Jiang Huai.
“What do you want to do?” Fang Moye’s voice was cold and aloof.
“I want to sleep with Ancestral Master for one night.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve been very lonely these past few days. I used to sleep by holding someone, but recently I’ve been alone, and I’ve been tossing and turning with insomnia.”
“Let’s make three rules: no kissing where it shouldn’t be kissed, and no touching where it shouldn’t be touched.”
“Okay.”
So Fang Moye hesitated for a long time, slowly shed her outer garments, leaving only a light purple silk bra and underwear, and got into the quilt. Jiang Huai did not hesitate; he also got into the quilt, leaving a distance of two fists between his body and Fang Moye’s. He did not reach out to hold her, nor did he have any other distracting thoughts. He simply closed his eyes and felt at ease.
He couldn’t quite explain why, but he felt that if someone were by his side, he would sleep very soundly.
He soon fell into a deep sleep. On the other hand, Fang Moye, lying beside him, quietly turned her head to look at his profile.
She, instead, suffered from insomnia.
Jiang Huai woke up very early. As he wanted to eat pan-fried buns, he went to the kitchen himself to knead the dough and made a pot of them. By the time Fang Moye was dressed, the courtyard was already filled with the aroma of pan-fried buns.
Jiang Huai beckoned her to sit down. There was also freshly ground iced soy milk on the table, which was sweet and delicious.
Fang Moye liked it very much, so she tilted her head slightly. “How about you make breakfast for me from now on?”
“Sure, as long as Ancestral Master accompanies me to sleep every night.”
“If every night is like last night, then I agree.”
“Naturally. If I make any inappropriate moves towards Ancestral Master, Ancestral Master can kill me to offer to the sword at any time.”
Jiang Huai’s reply was immediate and frank. Yet, for some reason, Fang Moye suddenly had the urge to strike him with her sword.
He was not as warm and pure as he appeared. She had almost misjudged him. Fang Moye gritted her teeth and thought.
The lotus pond in the courtyard was full of blooming lotuses.
Some were pure white like snow, some had a light pink hue, and the lotus leaves were emerald green. The scenery was quite beautiful. Jiang Huai picked a lotus seedpod, carefully took out the sweet lotus seeds, and put them into his mouth.
While eating the lotus seeds, Jiang Huai looked back at Fang Moye, who was beside him.
She was lying lazily on a bamboo chair, basking in the sun. She wore a black ruqun, and her little feet under the skirt were bathed in sunlight. She was truly beautiful.
Chu Xianning also liked to sit quietly like her, while Fang Moye preferred to lie down. These two, the master and disciple, were both a bit lazy. Fortunately, Jiang Huai was also quite lazy.
He leisurely shelled the lotus seeds. One wasn’t enough, so he picked another lotus seedpod. After a while, he finally remembered his conscience, went to Fang Moye’s side, and fed her two seeds.
“You have far more than just Ningning as your Dao companion, don’t you?” Fang Moye suddenly asked coldly.
“How did Ancestral Master guess?”
“The Divine Emperor told me long ago that she would gather all the most beautiful women in the world for you to choose from. The Lantern Festival Gala held by the Four Night Lotuses of the Harmonious Union Tower every twenty years was nothing more than a selection for your consorts. And you are not as steadfast in your Dao heart. Since you were momentarily swayed by Ancestral Master, it’s natural that you are also ambiguous with many women on a daily basis.”
Jiang Huai had to admit that women could be adorably foolish at times and frighteningly intelligent at others.
“Yes.”
“Then how many more Dao companions do you have?”
“I happen to be bored. Does Ancestral Master want to hear a story?”
“Tell me, I’ll listen.” Fang Moye closed her eyes, allowing the warm sunlight to fall on her cheeks, while Jiang Huai began to tell his story.
It wasn’t because he wanted to reveal anything to Fang Moye, but simply because he was a little bored and a little homesick. He didn’t know how they were doing recently. Fang Moye listened to two stories and thought he was about to finish, but she found that his stories were connected and there seemed to be no end in sight.
So Jiang Huai’s stories went on for a long time, from noon until evening. Jiang Huai took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and only then replied, “Okay, I’m done.”
Fang Moye was speechless for a long time before finally managing to utter a sentence.
“I misjudged you.”
Fortunately, Jiang Huai didn’t care about her original opinion.
Fang Moye’s first impression of Jiang Huai was that he was a dashing young man with clean features and a gentle jade-like demeanor. Indeed, one could know a person’s face but not their heart. She had been deceived by Jiang Huai’s cute and obedient expression. If his stories were stripped of his first-person narration and reproduced, this guy would likely be a serial womanizer.
It was no wonder he would occasionally have improper thoughts about his Ancestral Master.
Fang Moye didn’t intend to blame him further or say anything more. She and Chu Xianning naturally had a master-disciple bond, but since Chu Xianning knew about it and tacitly approved, she naturally didn’t need to say anything more. However, as the sky gradually darkened, she suddenly felt hungry. So she reached out and gently poked Jiang Huai’s chest. “I’m hungry.”
“Dinner will be in about half an hour,” Jiang Huai said, getting up and going to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
