In the cold winter, snow was falling in the mortal world.
When Jiang Huai woke up, Chu Xianning was still asleep, curled up in her quilt.
This time, Jiang Huai didn’t wake her. Chu Xianning had always been very disciplined, and even if they slept together at night, she rarely lingered in bed in the morning. But last night was different.
In the past, she would reward him with a twist of his waist, lift a leg, embrace his body, and only allow him to sleep obediently. But last night’s Chu Xianning was surprisingly compliant. No matter what bad things Jiang Huai did, she didn’t resist. Her jet-black eyes were no longer as cold as before, but filled with affection.
This made Jiang Huai even more greedy and presumptuous last night, and he inadvertently cultivated with Chu Xianning until dawn.
Chu Xianning’s body might still bear some traces of him at this moment. Jiang Huai carefully got out of bed and went into the courtyard.
Fang Moye was already in the courtyard. The snow was white, but she was wearing a thin spring dress. The green gauze clung to her body, hazy and translucent. She was warming her hands by the stove in the pavilion. Jiang Huai came up to her and, from somewhere, took out two sweet potatoes and quietly buried them by the stove.
Fang Moye glanced at Jiang Huai out of the corner of her eye.
At this moment, Jiang Huai’s expression was truly warm and pure, appearing peaceful and satisfied after his desires had been thoroughly quenched. She hesitated for a moment and then slowly asked, “How many times did you cultivate with Ningning last night?”
“I don’t remember.”
This was probably the most outrageous answer.
Fang Moye seemed a little annoyed, but she couldn’t say much. She had cultivated with Chu Xianning several times in the past year and knew that Chu Xianning’s body, despite its cold and indifferent appearance, was like hers – once her desires were ignited, they were hard to extinguish. It was just that Chu Xianning was better at self-control.
The two of them sat by the stove, warming themselves. After a while, there seemed to be a slight sound from Chu Xianning’s room. Jiang Huai then got up and went to Chu Xianning’s room, only to find that she hadn’t gotten out of bed. She was sitting on the bedside, her legs slowly parting under her skirt, her fingertips touching the white and tender skin at the base of her thighs, as if preparing to separate the petals and clean away the impurities that Jiang Huai had accidentally left inside her.
Seeing him enter, Chu Xianning turned her face away in shame and annoyance.
Jiang Huai had already come to her side, gazing tenderly into her eyes, and asked in a low voice, “Shall I do it?”
“Absolutely not.”
After being bullied all night yesterday, Chu Xianning didn’t want to be bullied by his fingertips again. She carefully circulated her spiritual Qi, while Jiang Huai sat beside her, looking at her with innocent eyes. Chu Xianning, dissatisfied, kicked his shoulder with her white and tender little feet, her voice trembling slightly, “You’re not allowed to look…”
“I want to look, so I’ll look.” Jiang Huai was no longer as obedient as before. Instead, he gently grabbed Chu Xianning’s raised ankle and stroked her white and tender, snow-like feet. Chu Xianning’s body trembled slightly again.
The moist, tender petals in the room seemed to condense dew again due to the mist, about to fall.
After she had finally cleaned herself, Chu Xianning grabbed the quilt and covered her entire body. Jiang Huai sat beside her, looking at her with a half-smile.
Chu Xianning was stunned at first. Looking at the flying snow outside the window, she slowly reached out her hand and felt her cheeks burning. She suddenly remembered that they had become Dao Companions under the witness of the world last night.
Chu Xianning turned her face away again, her voice becoming a little softer, “Aren’t you going to get my clothes?”
Jiang Huai immediately brought her clothes to her. Seeing her slowly loosen her grip on the quilt, she sat obediently on the bed, revealing her porcelain-smooth, snow-white body.
Jiang Huai began to solemnly help her dress.
***
In early spring, February, grass grows and orioles fly.
Luo Yueguan reached out and cupped Jiang Huai’s face. She puffed out her cheeks, her eyes sly and mischievous. “Quick, think of a way.”
“Think of what way?”
“Quick, think of a way… to trick Chu Xianning into our bed tonight.”
“I can’t think of one.”
Jiang Huai rolled his eyes.
“Hmph, you’re the one with the most bad ideas and the most despicable. I don’t believe you haven’t thought about this. Chu Xianning might not be moved by others, but I’m Chu Xianning’s best friend. Hmph, hmph… Hurry and think.”
Jiang Huai’s eyes twitched slightly. “I don’t want to.”
To this day, he still remembered Chu Xianning’s white silk feet dangling. She loved to punish him with her white silk feet so much that Jiang Huai felt a slight shiver of apprehension mixed with anticipation whenever he saw Chu Xianning wearing white silk.
Perhaps because they were already married, Chu Xianning had become even more unrestrained in bullying him. Just a few days ago, due to some small mistakes Jiang Huai made, she punished him by kissing her unblemished white silk feet until they were wet. It was too much!
Luo Yueguan leaned too close to his ear, “Don’t you really want to? When you were bullying Chu Xianning, I was kissing her all over. You know I’m the best at kissing. I’ll kiss her until she’s dripping wet, and then we’ll each have half.”
“Then Chu Xianning will kill you when she wakes up tomorrow morning.”
“Hmph, hmph, she can’t beat me.”
This was true. Jiang Huai had cultivated with Luo Yueguan much more than with Chu Xianning. Luo Yueguan was a wicked woman who would secretly transmit messages to Jiang Huai when she was lonely during the day, luring him to the courtyard for some illicit fun. Her cultivation level had soared, and she had already entered the Tenth Realm, while Chu Xianning was still stuck in the Ninth Realm.
“Speaking of which, you reminded me…” Jiang Huai looked into Luo Yueguan’s eyes and suddenly winked at her. “I happen to be thirsty.”
Luo Yueguan poked his forehead with her finger. “Shameless.”
As she said this, she pulled down her collar slightly and untied her dress. The delicate underwear under her skirt encased her graceful body. Jiang Huai leaned in, first embracing her, and then tied her hands behind her back.
Just as Luo Yueguan was about to speak, Jiang Huai looked up. “Let me see if you can just be kissed…”
Luo Yueguan was now also a Flower Spirit Physique. Her Flower Spirit Physique was a gift from Jiang Ning. Jiang Ning mastered all sorts of profound Daoist magic, like a treasure chest, always quietly there. Anyone who wanted something could go to her.
Luo Yueguan’s hands were tied, and she couldn’t struggle. She could only look at Jiang Huai with tearful eyes as he excessively kissed her soft, tender skin, leaving her white and tender skin wet all over. However, something was still missing. Jiang Huai then took out a feather and gently tickled her skin, causing Luo Yueguan’s legs to press tightly together.
***
However, Jiang Huai didn’t come up with any good ideas.
Perhaps due to his childhood habits, he was not brave enough to scheme against Chu Xianning. And given Chu Xianning’s cautious personality, how could she be easily tricked by him? Yet, Luo Yueguan seemed particularly persistent about this matter. In her words, as Chu Xianning’s friend for so many years, she had long been curious about what Chu Xianning’s lips tasted like. Thus, she had been pestering Jiang Huai for more than two months.
Jiang Huai was not unmoved, but he was helpless.
At this moment, he was fishing by the lake. Chu Xianning was beside him. They had been sitting there for most of the afternoon, but not a single fish had taken the bait. However, the spring breeze was gentle, the ripples on the water were sparkling, and the fragrance beside Chu Xianning was so pleasant.
“What are you thinking about?” Chu Xianning’s voice suddenly interrupted Jiang Huai’s reverie.
“This…” Jiang Huai scratched his head. “Luo Yueguan has been thinking of ways to trick Master into her bed recently.”
Chu Xianning glanced at him. “So?”
“I didn’t think of anything. I didn’t think about that kind of thing.” Jiang Huai immediately sold out Luo Yueguan without hesitation to protect his innocence.
“You’re testing me.” Chu Xianning saw through his thoughts directly. “You deliberately told me this to test my attitude right now.”
“Huh?” Jiang Huai naturally denied it. “This is slander.”
“There’s no such thing?”
“Of course not.”
The corners of Chu Xianning’s lips curved upwards, and she gazed at him tenderly, but with a hint of playfulness. “Then let’s just pretend there’s no such thing.”
Her ambiguous attitude made Jiang Huai start to fantasize. What did she mean by “then let’s just pretend there’s no such thing”? It must have been Chu Xianning’s fishing strategy again.
“Fishing again! If I thought about this… will Master agree?”
“If you can make her cry in front of me, then I’ll agree to you.” Chu Xianning said lightly.
Jiang Huai thought that Chu Xianning had dropped the act and her wicked woman persona had fully erupted. However, he was still a little confused. “Huh?”
“How much debt does Luo Yueguan still owe me?” Chu Xianning squinted at Jiang Huai.
Jiang Huai finally understood.
Chu Xianning was gentle in nature, but very petty.
Yes, she was very petty, as could be seen from the diary Chu Xianning had stolen.
Luo Yueguan had taken advantage of her relationship with Fang Moye and Jiang Huai and had teased Chu Xianning in the courtyard countless times. Chu Xianning had secretly kept all of it in her heart.
“This, this… Luo Yueguan… You know, making her cry… isn’t an easy task.” Jiang Huai hesitated again.
“How useless.” Chu Xianning said lightly.
“Huh?!” Jiang Huai immediately looked at Chu Xianning with resentment. Chu Xianning’s words successfully provoked his rebellious spirit. He angrily replied, “Tonight, Master will go to Luo Yueguan’s courtyard!”
***
At night.
Chu Xianning, dressed in a white Daoist robe, neat and proper, arrived as invited.
Meanwhile, Luo Yueguan was forced to crawl on the ground, her elbows and knees on the floor, listlessly wagging the puppy tail on her buttocks, her eyes brimming with tears.
Almost the moment she saw this scene, Chu Xianning curled her lips. She walked to Luo Yueguan’s side, bent down slightly, and gently stroked her lifted face. Watching the moonlight fall into her courtyard, she gently lifted her chin and said coldly, “You have days like this too?”
“Hmph… You’re just relying on Jiang Huai’s favoritism to bully me…” Luo Yueguan’s voice trembled slightly, as if she had indeed suffered some grievance.
“So what?” Chu Xianning lightly pinched her face. “Let’s see you gossip so much in the future.”
“Well done.” Chu Xianning reached out and patted Jiang Huai’s head. Then she sat by the tea table and poured herself a cup of tea. She looked down at Luo Yueguan, even lifting her white and tender feet from under her Daoist robe to gently poke the small bell on Luo Yueguan’s neck.
“I am very satisfied.”
***
Half an hour later.
Chu Xianning, who was on the verge of drooling from being bullied, suddenly realized she had been tricked.
How could that shameless woman, Luo Yueguan, have been so wronged by acting like a puppy that she cried?
They had colluded long ago!
But now she was powerless to resist, and in the next moment, it wouldn’t just be drooling.
