### Chapter 706: It’s Not That I Won’t Marry You
Jiang Huai had known Fang Moye for quite some time.
During the day, Fang Moye was cold and dignified, but at night, she could be charming and mesmerizing. This wasn’t malicious speculation by Jiang Huai; it was simply the truth, as she had always been this way.
Jiang Huai wholeheartedly supported Fang Moye’s desire to cultivate her heart.
Even if Fang Moye had many desires and lascivious thoughts, the past seven days spent in Wanwan’s courtyard had drained them all. At this moment, she was still a bit dazed, having almost become a mere tool for staking out territory.
“Then it’s settled,” Jiang Huai said, gently pinching Fang Moye’s delicate and translucent toes. Softly, she added, “Master must absolutely not come to my room at night, and during the day, don’t show any seductive poses in front of me. If I bring up anything unfavorable again, Master must firmly refuse and not waver at all.”
Surprisingly, Fang Moye narrowed her eyes slightly. “Who told you to do that?”
“Huh? Isn’t that what cultivating your heart means?”
“Cultivating the heart means following one’s own desires. Should I intentionally suppress the moments I want to cultivate with you? What kind of cultivation is that?”
“So, you mean all the power of explanation rests with you?” Jiang Huai complained, pressing her soft foot’s sole, causing Fang Moye to instinctively pull it back in pain, yet her gaze remained proud. “That’s right.”
“Suit yourself,” Jiang Huai replied weakly, then looked at her. “I’m going to sleep.”
Fang Moye was momentarily taken aback, then tilted her head. “So?”
“You understand what I mean, right?” Jiang Huai fixed her gaze on Fang Moye. After a few seconds of silence, Fang Moye stood up and walked into the room with her.
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So, Jiang Huai naturally rested her head on Fang Moye’s thigh.
Though they were separated by a Daoist robe, Fang Moye’s long legs remained soft and tender, with a delightful touch. Jiang Huai lazily nestled in, turning her face to rest against Fang Moye’s fragrant and soft skin.
This posture brought Jiang Huai a swell of accomplishment, yet Fang Moye remained silent for a moment, saying nothing as Jiang Huai continued to rest. Instead, she picked up a book and began to read.
Jiang Huai ended up falling asleep for quite a while, replenishing her energy from the past few days. Thankfully, with her Super Overlord Art, she ceased to doubt that one day, she might end up frothing at the mouth in a succubus’s lair, begging for mercy.
Dinner that night was prepared by Jiang Huai herself. Chu Xianning had awakened, and the three of them sat around the table. For a moment, Fang Moye nearly instinctively lifted her small foot from under the table to rest it on Jiang Huai’s leg, a habit formed in the upper realm. Back then, she used to compete with Ning Yuzhu for space, ultimately ending up with their soles touching, all benefiting Jiang Huai.
After dinner, Chu Xianning got up and headed for the bathhouse. As Jiang Huai felt a bit restless, a glance from Chu Xianning made her retreat obediently, forcing her to sit in the pavilion. Fang Moye also got up and went to the bathhouse. When the two emerged, Chu Xianning wore a white nightgown, elegant and pure, and she had no need for underwear in that moment. Although she intended to punish Jiang Huai, her body had already been kissed by him. In the moonlight, her dress was slightly sheer, accentuating her delicate and slender curves.
Meanwhile, Fang Moye donned a black low-cut nightgown with an open back, likely loosened by her ample curves, so as not to be too constricting or uncomfortable.
Now, as the two apprentices stood before him, Fang Moye was barefoot while Chu Xianning wore strappy high-heeled sandals. Water droplets were still visible on Chu Xianning’s delicate little feet, which looked moist and crystalline. Jiang Huai couldn’t help but feel like his mouth was watering.
Clearly, both celestial beings before him had done overly inappropriate things on the bed with him, yet now he could only watch, unable to act on anything.
Chu Xianning walked step by step toward Jiang Huai, and when she reached him, she slightly lowered her head, her gaze serious yet gentle as she looked at him. She extended her finger to lightly tap his forehead. “You must not entice my Master to do anything bad.”
“Huh?” Jiang Huai protested, looking aggrieved.
“If Master wants to do something with you, I won’t stop you,” she replied, averting her face.
“That’s not fair! Not fair!”
Jiang Huai immediately began to protest. How could it be like this? Chu Xianning was usually the most fair and just; how could she act unfairly just because of her Master? Chu Xianning, after all, was a woman who would willingly accept punishment for her own lies. Being called out by Jiang Huai, a hint of guilt appeared in her deep black eyes; after hesitating for a moment, she turned her face away. “One month.”
She referred to the time Jiang Huai was allowed to climb into her bed.
“That leaves twenty-two days,” Jiang Huai counted on his fingers.
“I mean a month from now.”
“That’s still not fair! Not fair!”
Chu Xianning deliberated for a moment, looking at Jiang Huai sitting in the chair. Taking a step forward, she leaned slightly, and a pleasant fragrance wafted into Jiang Huai’s nose. She lowered her head, leaning closer, and her delicate pink lips gently kissed the corner of his mouth.
“How about this?” Her voice was cold, yet her eyes held a hint of sorrow as if saying, agree or I’ll throw a tantrum.
“It’s still a bit unfair,” Jiang Huai blinked innocently at Chu Xianning.
Chu Xianning knew him well, and he understood her just as well. She knew her request wasn’t entirely fair, so she had to make a small sacrifice to balance Jiang Huai’s feelings. And in this moment, Jiang Huai definitely wouldn’t let the opportunity pass.
“What else do you want?”
“A month is a long time. To Master, it’s merely three months without seeing me. But to me, it feels like a year without seeing Master. During that year, I would dream of Master, shedding tears in secret, while my disciple waits so long. So I should be permitted to… coax a little first.”
Chu Xianning still leaned slightly forward, her collar loosening just enough. Jiang Huai couldn’t help but steal a glance at the soft, full curves beneath her neckline, but quickly averted his gaze.
A helpless expression crossed Chu Xianning’s face. “What do you have in mind to coax me?”
She sat down opposite Jiang Huai, tilting her head as she looked at him. “Do you want to be stepped on again?”
“Eh heh heh…” Jiang Huai grinned foolishly, “I want to be held by Master and pampered with your white and tender little feet…”
That posture felt too steamy, and Jiang Huai couldn’t help but recall how this might be one of Chu Xianning’s gentlest moments, holding him close while playfully using her delicate pink soles to coax him, turning her face to kiss him when he spoke shameless words.
“Not happening.” Unfortunately, Chu Xianning’s refusal was resolute, her voice cold and clearly without any room for negotiation.
The most perceptive Jiang Huai immediately changed his tune. “Well, not holding me is alright…”
Chu Xianning shot him a cold and disdainful glance.
Jiang Huai reverted to an innocent demeanor, sitting upright.
After a few seconds of awkwardness, Chu Xianning reluctantly lifted the hem of her nightgown, revealing her white little feet still wearing open-toed high heels. She held her snow-white calves up, waiting for Jiang Huai to unbuckle her shoes.
Once her shoes were completely removed, her stunning, snow-white feet came together, and a slight blush spread across Chu Xianning’s cheeks. Suddenly realizing her Master Fang Moye was in the courtyard, her face grew even redder as she turned away. “Come back to my room.”
“Eh…” But Jiang Huai had already grabbed Chu Xianning’s delicate little foot. “Is it because you’re shy in front of Master?”
Those words made Chu Xianning instantly flustered, but Jiang Huai innocently replied, “But after… we’ll see each other again, so why not adapt a little early? This way, it won’t be so embarrassing later on.”
Unfortunately, Chu Xianning was always resolute and would never be deceived by Jiang Huai’s nonsense. She simply kicked him lightly with her delicate little foot before slipping it back into her shoe. She stood up and walked toward his room, clearly indicating he should either follow her or not come at all. Naturally, Jiang Huai stood up obediently and followed her. When they reached Chu Xianning’s room, she sat him down on a stool at the bedside.
In reality, Chu Xianning wanted him to kneel, but without a reason to punish him at that moment, she couldn’t voice it. Thus, she sat on the edge of the bed, reluctantly turning away, and raised her white calf, using her delicate little foot to gently massage Jiang Huai.
Jiang Huai loved to see the embarrassed expression on Chu Xianning’s face. Before he left for the lower realms, perhaps due to rewarding him too often, she had grown accustomed to it, but now, remembering that Fang Moye was just outside the door and knew what they were doing inside, her cheeks turned slightly pink, and her soles would emit the faintest sound when touched.
However, her movements were overly gentle and slow, cautious as if deliberately clumsy, punishing Jiang Huai with her touch.
“Master…”
“I’m tired, let’s take a break,” Chu Xianning mumbled softly.
“Master is bad.” Jiang Huai grasped her delicate ankle. Chu Xianning averted her face but eventually allowed him to hold her slender foot, and soon she found it hard to catch her breath, her hands gripping the bed sheets a little tighter.
It was clear that only her soles were being teased.
Yet her body was overly sensitive.
After some time, Chu Xianning looked down at her now damp little foot, her gaze returning to one of disdain as she waited for Jiang Huai to clean it.
After a while, when her tender little foot was finally free of impurities, she turned away. “You must fulfill what you promised.”
“Of course!” Jiang Huai nodded earnestly, as sincere as could be.
“And about our marriage…” Jiang Huai seized the opportunity to ask the most important question.
Chu Xianning hesitated for a moment and turned her face away. “Let’s discuss it later.”
“Didn’t you agree that once I brought Master back and she acknowledged our feelings, we could get married?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Xianning raised her foot to poke him in the chest. “I wanted you to tell Master when she acknowledged it, but instead, you just went ahead and…”
At this point, Jiang Huai fell silent, having learned to obey. As Chu Xianning gazed out the window, her voice softened a little. “Why are you in such a hurry? It’s not like…”
After pausing for a moment, she whispered, “It’s not that I won’t marry you.”
