Jiang Huai had been silently counting the time in his heart.
A month was naturally calculated as twenty-eight days, and since it was a unit of measurement, it was natural to take the smallest. So, in the early morning, in the courtyard, at breakfast time, Jiang Huai casually sighed, “This month seems to have passed so quickly, Master.”
“Two more days,” Chu Xianning said indifferently.
“I thought Master wouldn’t remember so precisely…” Jiang Huai’s eyes suddenly became deep and meaningful.
Chu Xianning smiled charmingly.
It was the height of summer, with lush green leaves and dappled sunlight. Seeing her smile, Jiang Huai was suddenly stunned.
It seemed that Chu Xianning had been smiling more and more recently, always making Jiang Huai suspect if his Master had a change of heart? But he thought that this was naturally not a bad thing. He liked the cold and aloof Chu Xianning, but if Chu Xianning also showed a smile every day, then she would naturally be even cuter.
“Master, I heard that the Far North is covered in ice and snow at this moment, with heavenly Snow Lotuses blooming beautifully and elegantly everywhere. Are you interested? Would you like to go see them together?” Chu Xianning asked softly.
“Okay,” Jiang Huai nodded gently.
“Then shall we set off by Spirit Boat, or should I tear space and take you there directly?” Jiang Huai asked softly.
Chu Xianning’s eyes fell on his cheeks, her eyelashes slightly raised, and a hint of playfulness flickered in the corner of her eyes at this moment, “As you wish.”
For some reason, whenever Chu Xianning showed such an expression, Jiang Huai always suspected that his Master was plotting something mischievous.
***
The Snow Lotuses in the Far North bloomed beautifully. Jiang Huai, Chu Xianning, and Fang Moye walked in this world of ice and snow. It was uninhabited and especially quiet, with only the sound of the wind and snow in their ears.
Chu Xianning, in a white dress, walked in the snow. She looked more like a cluster of Snow Lotuses, while Fang Moye was still in a purple dress, radiant and enchanting.
The three of them sat around an ice lake. The two fairies quietly admired the Snow Lotuses, as if they always had such leisure and elegance. Jiang Huai was piling up snowmen nearby, kneading the snow and ice together, and then carefully carving the image of his Master with his sword. After a while, a lifelike snowman was completed.
The three of them traveled through the snowy mountains for a long time. Besides picking some Snow Lotuses, they also fished for half a day. In the evening, Jiang Huai stewed fish soup on the Spirit Boat, which was fresh, tender, and smooth. After dinner, the Master and disciple went to bathe. Jiang Huai could only sit on the Spirit Boat, bored, waiting.
When they came out, they were still in white and purple nightgowns. Their slender and tall figures revealed their calves beneath the hem of the skirts, and their fair and tender little feet stepped onto the deck of the Spirit Boat. At this moment, the Spirit Boat was docked by the large lake in the icy, snowy land. The moon above shone brightly. Chu Xianning and Fang Moye sat opposite each other, and Fang Moye took out a pot of spiritual wine she had treasured for many years.
“Me, me?”
Seeing that they had already started drinking, Jiang Huai leaned closer and sat by the table. However, Chu Xianning glanced at him and said, “Do you still remember when I said I would punish you in a few days?”
“So how will you punish me?” Jiang Huai seemed to be trembling with fear, but in reality, he was full of anticipation.
“It’s an icy world, and it’s a bit cold underfoot. You, take off your clothes… and lie down.” Chu Xianning pointed to the deck of the Spirit Boat. Jiang Huai’s eyes immediately became deep and meaningful, but he lay down obediently. Chu Xianning lifted her leg from under her skirt, and then her fair, delicate, icy Snow Lotus feet naturally rested on his chest.
His chest was naturally warm, like a small stove. Chu Xianning’s little feet were indeed a little cold, but they quickly became warm due to the temperature of his chest. Jiang Huai naturally began to be unreasonable, “I want to drink wine too, Master.”
Chu Xianning picked up the wine pot, and her fair little feet hovered over his lips. The wine was then poured by her onto her fair and smooth instep. The clear and crystal-clear wine liquid flowed slowly down her toes, dripping.
Jiang Huai wondered if Chu Xianning wouldn’t blush? After all, Fang Moye was sitting nearby… As he thought about this, he gradually realized that a pair of icy Snow Lotus feet were now stepping on his lower abdomen. Fang Moye’s little feet were soft and bony, unlike Chu Xianning’s pure and cold beauty. At this moment, they were also slightly cold. Jiang Huai thought, what was the difference between him and a cushion now? Just as a trace of humiliation arose in his heart, he heard Fang Moye suddenly grumble with feigned dissatisfaction, “He’s aroused again.”
Jiang Huai’s eyes widened.
“Then Master can deal with him,” Chu Xianning replied indifferently, still pouring the wine from the pot at an extremely slow pace. Jiang Huai had grievances but no way to express them, only knowing that Fang Moye’s fair little feet were now stepping on Little Huai, and in an instant, all his clothes were gone.
Fang Moye began to punish the aroused Little Huai with her fair little feet.
Chu Xianning’s eyes seemed to show a bit more disdain, and her voice became lighter, “Do you like it so much?”
Jiang Huai was beyond explanation and realized that this was Chu Xianning’s punishment for him.
“I’ve always told you that too much of anything will overflow, but you don’t seem to understand the principle,” Chu Xianning looked down into his eyes. “Since that’s the case, then tonight I will completely satisfy you, how about it?”
“W-what do you mean?” Jiang Huai’s voice trembled slightly.
“Since you like it so much, then tonight I will cultivate with Master… to your heart’s content.” Chu Xianning’s toes lightly tapped his chest, then she got up, moved a chair, and sat opposite Fang Moye. Now, the two of them were punishing Little Huai together. Their snow-white and soft soles were tightly pressed together. Fang Moye’s fair little feet had just warmed up, while Chu Xianning’s feet were still slightly cold.
Little Huai was about to blow bubbles.
***
Fang Moye finally understood what it felt like to be the obedient and submissive Little Huai.
In the past, she was always bullied wantonly by Jiang Huai. Now, Jiang Huai was struggling under her feet, unable to break free. This feeling was especially subtle, making her a little dizzy. The wind and snow outside the lake were raging. Little Huai was punished again and again, and he kept blowing bubbles. What was worse was that the Master and disciple in front of him didn’t give him any rest time. Whenever he wanted to rest, his lust would be provoked by Chu Xianning.
Chu Xianning knew too well how to provoke his desires. Sometimes she would look at him with a cold and arrogant disdain, saying, “Is this all you’ve got?” Sometimes she would gaze at him with a gentle expression, saying, “Be good and obedient, let’s do it again.”
From midnight until the sky began to turn dawn, Little Huai finally couldn’t take it anymore.
So he closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.
Only then did Chu Xianning let out a soft hum and lightly kick his waist, saying indifferently, “Get up, go bathe, and then sleep.”
Jiang Huai immediately turned over and looked at Chu Xianning in front of him, blinking his eyes, “Can I sleep with Master?”
“Master and I, you choose one,” Chu Xianning turned her face away.
“Then I’ll naturally choose Master.”
Chu Xianning got up and went to bathe her feet by the ice lake. Fang Moye was also bathing her feet nearby. Jiang Huai, on the other hand, seriously cleaned his body. Chu Xianning returned to her room after bathing her feet. Fang Moye was still by the ice lake, looking at Jiang Huai in the lake with great interest. At this moment, there was a trace of playfulness and arrogance in her eyes.
Unfortunately, in the next second, Jiang Huai swam to her side, pulled a jade buckle from his discarded clothes, and clasped Fang Moye’s hand, “Put this jade buckle away safely.”
Fang Moye glanced at him sideways, her eyes arrogant.
Jiang Huai, however, had already become a master of changing expressions. He lifted her chin with his fingertips, “If you don’t listen, your future cultivation will be dominated by you.”
This threat was indeed excessive. Fang Moye gritted her teeth slightly, but turned her face away, only to slowly part her legs from under her skirt, “Bastard.”
***
Jiang Huai returned to Chu Xianning’s room.
Chu Xianning was lying on the bed at the moment. She was not lying down but leaning against the headboard. So Jiang Huai understood. He carefully got into the quilt, looked at Chu Xianning’s snowy white cheeks, and leaned closer, “Master is so strange today.”
“Is that so?” Chu Xianning looked up, her gaze indifferent.
“Of course… Master didn’t blush today at all.” Jiang Huai gently pinched her fair and tender cheeks.
“Once you’ve let go, you won’t be as ashamed as before,” Chu Xianning replied coldly. After a moment of silence, she looked up at him, “Can you still cultivate?”
“Heh heh, Master underestimates me!” Jiang Huai was about to push Chu Xianning down, but Chu Xianning had already pressed down on his chest with her hand, forcing him to lie down obediently. Then, her snowy buttocks from under her skirt sat on his lower abdomen.
Chu Xianning reached out her hand towards him.
So Jiang Huai had no choice but to reluctantly reach out his hand and interlock his palm with hers. Chu Xianning then carefully began to caress.
But after only a short while, Jiang Huai realized that his entire lower abdomen was wet.
The room was filled with a misty fragrance. Jiang Huai looked at Chu Xianning’s slightly flushed face and couldn’t help but tease her, “Master doesn’t suddenly do strange things, so why did you suddenly punish me together with the Ancestral Master today?”
Chu Xianning turned her face away and remained silent for a long time.
“Hurry up and tell me…” Jiang Huai clenched her palm. At this moment, Chu Xianning’s body was not yet fully pressed against him, and there was still a slight distance between them. She did not dare to get so close, but just half a finger in made her gasp for breath, her toes tensed.
“Master and I… because of my existence… were therefore unstable in our Dao heart… always considering my feelings… therefore hesitant… If… Master and I… cultivated together with you… perhaps in the future… Master will no longer be so hesitant…”
“Ningning thought it through so thoroughly, wait, does that mean…?” Jiang Huai was suddenly stunned.
Chu Xianning slowly said, “Today’s event… is just to let you… prepare first… but you must not… get carried away… This matter… must never be told to outsiders, not even half a word…”
“Oh…” Jiang Huai replied softly, only to see Chu Xianning suddenly lift her waist and lean her body against his chest, panting softly, “No… I haven’t cultivated for too long… I’m not used to it…”
Her lower abdomen pressed against Little Huai, her voice trembling slightly, but her tone was like she was acting spoiled. Jiang Huai loosened his hand and gently hugged her back, “Then… shall I do it?”
Chu Xianning turned her face away, but still obediently turned over and leaned against the headboard. Her snow-white legs from under her skirt were lifted by Jiang Huai. After hesitating for a moment, she still reached out her hand and gently clasped the root of her snow-white legs.
“The light is so dim… I can’t see clearly… Master, can you actively spread them apart a little?”
“You…!” Chu Xianning’s eyes flickered, and she bit her lip slightly. Clearly, Jiang Huai had been rubbing for a long time, deliberately teasing her, but at this moment, her body was extremely soft and her head was spinning. In the end, she still followed his wishes and obediently spread them apart a little with her fingertips.
“N-no, don’t do all of it…” Chu Xianning’s voice was stern and cold, but it also seemed to contain a hint of crying.
She hadn’t cultivated for many days, and now her body, once provoked, had already lost her mind and composure.
