**713 Talking About Grapes**
Luo Yueguan felt satisfied.
Even though she didn’t like women, after knowing the fragrant and soft Chu Xianning for so many years, she had long wondered what it would be like to kiss her. Now, her wish had finally come true.
In fact, as she embraced Chu Xianning, who was both shy and angry, she eagerly used her lips and tongue to clean her up. Over the years, Chu Xianning had scolded her coldly more times than she could count. Now, hearing her icy curses brought Luo Yueguan immense joy.
How satisfying.
With that thought in mind, she contentedly held Chu Xianning and fell asleep.
Unfortunately, she had forgotten that she was currently facing Jiang Huai.
Meanwhile, Jiang Huai was pondering the importance of fairness. At this moment, if he didn’t bully Luo Yueguan, he would surely be the one getting scolded by Chu Xianning the next morning.
Little Huai’s great victory!
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The next day, in the early morning.
Jiang Huai woke up in a daze, groggily grasping the white and tender little feet that were pressing against his lower abdomen. As he opened his eyes, he found himself facing Chu Xianning, who was sitting across from him with a cold gaze.
“Early, Ningning,” he said as soon as he spoke. Chu Xianning’s little foot quickly wrenched itself free from his grip, aligning her toes together, her gaze still icy.
In her hand, she held a silver high heel.
A chill ran down Jiang Huai’s spine. Just as he was about to speak, Chu Xianning coldly said, “Feeling quite pleased with yourself last night?”
“Filled with past memories, you’re not allowed to get out of bed.”
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Little Huai was in trouble.
After being punished by Chu Xianning for almost the entire morning, he silently curled up in the quilt, ready to sleep until noon while both Chu Xianning and Luo Yueguan had already gotten up.
The two moved to the courtyard, where Luo Yueguan gently made tea for Chu Xianning.
Despite most of their exchanges the previous night involving sharp words, the atmosphere now felt inexplicably calm and peaceful. Luo Yueguan supported her chin on her hand, gazing at Chu Xianning’s cheek with a smile that seemed to hide a joke.
“You’ve changed,” she suddenly remarked.
Chu Xianning looked up. “How so?”
“Hmph! If this were the old you—so clever—how could you not guess that we were in cahoots to trick you?”
“So what if I had?” Chu Xianning merely picked up her tea and took a sip in silence.
Luo Yueguan paused in surprise, her deep blue eyes flashing with realization.
She didn’t fail to guess; she just couldn’t be bothered. To her, it wasn’t a trap, just a playful game involving Jiang Huai or herself. Now, she was gradually influenced, no longer maintaining the same poised and holy demeanor she once had. Even things that she would have adamantly resisted before were now less important because he liked them.
Luo Yueguan suddenly laughed, “How about we team up to bully him again next time?”
Chu Xianning cast her a sidelong glance. “No, I hate your kisses. They’re like a dog’s.”
“Your mouth is certainly still as annoying as ever,” Luo Yueguan teased, then innocently blinked at her. “But the juice is quite sweet.”
At that moment, a hint of embarrassment surfaced on Chu Xianning’s face. Though she raised her teacup in protest, the tea ultimately didn’t spill; she could only coldly retort, “You little harlot.”
“Hey! Say that again!” Luo Yueguan winked at her, full of anticipation.
Chu Xianning suddenly didn’t want to engage with her anymore.
“However… I can’t help but think your change must have a reason behind it. I remember you just went to the Far North with Jiang Huai and your master a while ago. Did something happen during that time?”
The spark of suspicion returned to Luo Yueguan’s eyes. Seeing the fleeting expression on Chu Xianning’s face, she grinned widely and replied, “Oh… so that’s it. I see.”
“You really haven’t changed at all.” Taking a deep breath, Chu Xianning added, “You always make me want to whip you two times.”
“Really, really?” Luo Yueguan maintained her bright expression. “Can you also tie me up when you do? It would be even better if you could step on my chest with your slender feet…”
In the end, Chu Xianning couldn’t help but pour her tea over Luo Yueguan. Unfortunately, with just a flick of Luo Yueguan’s finger, the tea froze mid-air. She gazed at Chu Xianning, “You really haven’t changed that habit of yours at all.”
“You’ve become spoiled by Jiang Huai, like a little dog now,” Chu Xianning scoffed.
“Hmph, that’s because you always bully him like he’s a little dog! Hehe, only you can comfortably indulge in those little bedroom games. Don’t think I’m unaware—you two were quite the pair back in the day—licking feet, riding, feeding tea, and all that.”
Chu Xianning suddenly felt the urge to escape. Seeing her cheeks flush, Luo Yueguan couldn’t help but laugh uncontrollably.
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“Are you falling for the adorable Little Ning or the incredibly beautiful Fairy Ning?”
Jiang Ning tilted her head, gently tugging at the straps of her over-the-knee white stockings, watching the ultra-thin white silk glide on her delicate skin.
“Of course, it’s Jiang Little Ning.”
“Correct answer! Then I’ll reward you by giving both Little Nings a try?”
“…”
Jiang Huai had come to have Jiang Ning try on a wedding gown, checking to see if there was anything she disliked. She had made the gown herself, and now that she was finally able to wear it, she eagerly pounced on him, drawing circles on his chest with her finger.
“Marriage or not, it doesn’t really matter,” Jiang Ning said, tilting her head and blinking at him. “So we can always talk about it later. For now, let’s just start with some wedding gown play.”
As she spoke, her fingertips danced in circles on his chest, murmuring, “Brother-in-law, doing something like this, sister won’t get mad, right?”
Jiang Huai remained expressionless, utterly unashamed.
After a moment, Jiang Ning realized, “Right, you really did bully a pair of sisters. You definitely wouldn’t be embarrassed.”
“Want to go see the Night Blooming Valley later?” Jiang Huai winked at her.
“Sure!” Jiang Ning nodded lightly, her body sprawling on his chest. “Aren’t you just thinking about how cute the wedding gown looks on Little Ning and wanting to pounce on me and devour me completely?”
“I’m almost an adult now.”
“Hey… it’s your fault for being so indulgent!” Jiang Ning jabbed his chest several more times with her finger. She remained sprawled on him, leisurely twisting her waist and softly chatting with him, making the most of this long and lazy afternoon.
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Jiang Huai held onto Su Qingyi’s fox tail.
Su Qingyi was pulled back, then swatted his hand away, using her tail to lightly pat his face. “I told you not to pull my tail.”
Jiang Huai always enjoyed doing this, and he never changed. Su Qingyi settled in his lap. “What do you need me for?”
“Tonight…”
“Tonight, I’m going to Sister Yuzhu’s.”
“What for?”
“Sister Yuzhu is going to draw for us. Her drawings are beautiful, and it’s finally my turn tonight. So… can you go find my mother? She would definitely be willing to accompany you.”
The corner of Jiang Huai’s eye twitched slightly. “So, do you want to…?”
“No!” Su Qingyi shivered slightly. “Sister Yuzhu is so mischievous; she always kisses and touches me when I’m almost… last time I almost dehydrated!”
“Alright, if that’s the case…”
Jiang Huai embraced Su Qingyi’s slender waist, leaning toward her ear and whispering in a tone like a demon, “Then I’ll reward you by sharing the bed with Wanwan tonight!”
“Eh!” Su Qingyi trembled, wanting to cry without tears. “I might as well choose Sister Yuzhu…”
At least Ning Yuzhu wouldn’t kiss her ear while playing with her tail when she was being bullied. That was her most sensitive little secret. Ning Yuzhu didn’t know, but Wen Wanwan did.
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Recently, Little Bai Li seemed to be gradually growing up.
This was a particularly subtle process, as if Jiang Huai was watching Bai Li slowly mature. He was aware that she could still transform into a large white pear but hadn’t seen that form in a long time, which gave him an odd sense of guilt—especially when with Bai Jin. Bai Jin would gently ask Bai Li what she should call her. Bai Li would obediently and schemingly reply, “Mother,” before Bai Jin pointed to Jiang Huai’s face and then asked Bai Li what she should call him.
In that moment, Jiang Huai felt so embarrassed he wanted to find a hole to hide in, but Bai Jin held him tightly, preventing any escape.
Jiang Huai had been pinned against the wall by Bai Jin more than once. The position was simply too much; all he had to do was slightly tilt his head to kiss Bai Jin’s white and tender little feet. Yet, his favorite was to embrace Bai Jin from behind, wrapping his arms around her slender waist while she obediently closed her legs. He didn’t really bully her, but her snow-white legs were so soft that they squeezed him tightly. When she deliberately circulated her spiritual Qi, her body felt ice-cold and extra tempting.
Little Bai Li loved to use her delicate pink tongue to add a little extra to her meals, but sometimes the dinner she painstakingly extracted would be interrupted by Bai Jin, who would kiss her and take half away.
Bai Li often would feel so annoyed that she would ride on Bai Jin’s back and spank her, but Bai Jin just gazed back with affectionate eyes, her snow-white calves swaying lazily, utterly unashamed.
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Ji Qingxuan had recently blossomed into an even more delicate beauty.
When Jiang Huai first met Ji Qingxuan, she had been the poised and aloof Grand Princess, but now she seemed to have softened a bit. She was no longer as slender and delicate and enjoyed lounging in the courtyard under the sun.
Her father, the emperor, particularly wanted her to inherit the Central Province’s throne, but she had no desire to become an empress; she preferred to spend her days in the courtyard, occasionally calling Jiang Huai over to feed her.
She truly wasn’t clingy and got along well with her sisters in the courtyard. She didn’t need Jiang Huai to say sweet things. As long as he fed her regularly, her eyes would always hold that lazy and moist gleam.
Recently, she had often been cultivating alongside Jun Anshui and Jiang Huai. Jun Anshui’s bloodline felt especially familiar to her, and since Jun Anshui had just come of age, her initial energies greatly enhanced Ji Qingxuan’s cultivation level.
At this moment, Jiang Huai was comfortably resting his head on her lap while she flipped through the script he had recently written. Occasionally, when she felt in a good mood, she would put down the script and feed him a peeled grape.
But speaking of grapes…?
Ji Qingxuan suddenly reached out and poked his face. “I heard that a few days ago, you forced Wanwan to juice ice grapes with her body and make you drink it?”
Jiang Huai’s gaze darkened, “Do you think with Wanwan’s personality, I was forcing her, or was she tricking me?”
