After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master - Chapter 179

Chapter 179: Teehee

“It shouldn’t be nothing at all, right?”

Jiang Huai’s gaze fell on Luo Qingyu. As the holy maiden of Qingxuan Sect, Luo Qingyu’s food, clothing, and other needs were always the best. Her dresses, besides those given by Jiang Huai, also included almost every season’s new styles from Ziyun Pavilion, all tailored to her measurements and sent to her.

Even Ziyun Pavilion did not charge a penny.

Both Luo Yueguan and Luo Qingyu received such treatment. Over the years, Ziyun Pavilion has become well-versed in the ways of commerce. These small gifts might not be worth much, not even a few spirit stones, but they are indeed genuine tokens of goodwill, which could always come in handy in the future.

At this moment, Luo Qingyu was wearing a sleeveless black long dress. Although it was simply black in color, the design was particularly intricate in many details. The skirt was short in the front and long in the back, with a ribbon tightly hugging the waistline. Because Luo Qingyu’s curves were especially full, it seemed that a small patch of snowy white side cleavage was exposed. Jiang Huai remembered Luo Qingyu wearing this dress before, but she would wear undergarments and a small shawl over her shoulders.

Now she was sitting there innocently, her fair toes lightly swaying, her eyes clear and innocent.

“As long as I don’t leave the yard, it’s okay not to wear… anything underneath, right?”

Luo Qingyu’s fingertips touched the storage ring she was wearing, and she held a pair of silver-gray high heels in her hand.

“Can Brother Jiang Huai help me put them on?”

Jiang Huai took the shoes, knelt in front of Luo Qingyu, and carefully helped her put them on. As he fastened the straps of the high heels, he inadvertently looked up and noticed Luo Qingyu’s hand gently pressing on the skirt over her thigh, her creamy and plump thighs completely covered by the black fabric. However, in the moment he looked up, Luo Qingyu’s legs slightly parted, and her fingertips lifted the hem of the skirt just a bit.

Jiang Huai saw a glimpse of pink, and the scene of dressing her and lifting the skirt, yet revealing such a provocative sight underneath, rendered him speechless. He stuttered and couldn’t find his words, his shoe-putting motion stopped, until Luo Qingyu’s toe lightly touched his chest, and she softly said.

“There’s still one more shoe to put on.”

While speaking, she still held the hem of her skirt, and even her pair of jade-white legs parted a bit more.

Jiang Huai was caught between focusing on putting on her shoes and not being able to take his eyes off her. It wasn’t until Luo Qingyu pressed the hem of her skirt down again and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear that she said.

“Alright, Qingyu likes it… but if you keep staring like that, I’ll get shy.”

Jiang Huai put on her other shoe, and only then did Luo Qingyu finally stand up, taking Jiang Huai’s hand. The front of her skirt fell to her knees, so there was no worry about revealing anything when hopping around, but Jiang Huai’s head was still in a daze, his heart pounding as he walked beside Luo Qingyu.

…

In the pavilion in the courtyard, Jiang Huai was playing Go with Luo Qingyu.

Luo Qingyu’s skill in Go was leagues beyond Jiang Huai’s, and considering Jiang Huai’s mind was still filled with distracting images, he had no focus for the game and was easily dominated by Luo Qingyu, losing miserably across the board.

“You’re not concentrating.”

Luo Qingyu murmured softly, lifting her leg and resting it naturally on Jiang Huai’s, her shoes still on. The sharp high heels gleamed with a faint cold light, yet remained spotless, as she protected herself with spiritual energy, keeping her clothes and shoes pristine. The shoes were merely decorative.

“It’s not that I’m not concentrating, I just can’t beat Qingyu.”

“But I heard from mother that Brother Jiang Huai even won against the spouse of the Mu family’s Go saint, and you won back all the spirit stones for my mother.”

“That was cheating, it’s different,” Jiang Huai replied, his fingertips gently caressing the girl’s smooth foot.

Luo Qingyu’s body was delicate and supple everywhere. But half a year ago, their interactions were such that he avoided any skin-to-skin contact whenever possible, feeling peaceful and tranquil inside. Now, however, his mindset was completely different.

“Oh, is that so…”

Luo Qingyu picked up a crystal grape from the table, carefully peeled the skin, and brought the grape to Jiang Huai’s lips with her slender fingers. Just as Jiang Huai was about to bite, Luo Qingyu withdrew her hand, her lips parted slightly, and she gently took the grape into her mouth, her bright eyes unblinkingly fixed on Jiang Huai.

Jiang Huai leaned in, the girl’s cheeks lifted slightly, but just as he was about to take the grape back, Luo Qingyu playfully kept it in her mouth, her soft tongue entangling with Jiang Huai’s for a long time, making the kiss sweet with the taste of the grape.

By the lotus pond in the courtyard, Chu Xianning glanced over unintentionally, her eyelashes trembling for a moment before she quickly looked away.

…

Luo Qingyu suddenly found it particularly amusing to feed Jiang Huai, so she put down her leg and sat down next to him, peeling grapes and nuts from the table to feed him. Jiang Huai obediently played the role of a fed puppy. Occasionally, Luo Qingyu’s fingertips would unintentionally loosen, and the nuts would slip down to his chest or collarbone. She innocently blinked at Jiang Huai, who carefully bit them back.

One must not waste.

But when Jiang Huai’s cheek sought to nuzzle against Luo Qingyu’s chest, she reached out to hold his face, her eyes serious as if coaxing a child.

“You can’t, not today, not tomorrow, not the day after.”

“Not even a nuzzle?” Jiang Huai blinked innocently and aggrieved.

Luo Qingyu leaned in close to his ear, her voice soft and slow.

“The day after tomorrow, Brother Jiang Huai can do whatever he wants, whether it’s to kiss, to lick, or to leave bite marks, Qingyu will be obedient.”

The girl’s voice seemed to carry a strange magic, conjuring vivid images in Jiang Huai’s mind, making his head even more dizzy. He leaned against Luo Qingyu’s shoulder as if he had lost his strength, while she quietly peeled nuts for him, bringing them to his mouth, and Jiang Huai bit down again.

In the evening, Jiang Huai went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Luo Qingyu didn’t have any particular favorites; her tastes were more like her mother’s, Luo Yueguan, preferring spicier food, but she also liked sweets and would eat lighter dishes. Chu Xianning, on the other hand, only liked lighter food.

Jiang Huai’s dinner was very rich, including light, spicy, and sweet dishes, ensuring something for everyone. After dinner, he continued to practice swordsmanship with Luo Qingyu. Although Luo Qingyu had reached the Divine Transformation fifth level, she was still not proficient in the use of spiritual energy.

During sword practice, Jiang Huai suddenly realized that Luo Qingyu’s request for him to accompany her in practice might not be just to master the use of spiritual energy more proficiently, but also because of some strange thoughts.

Jiang Huai became distracted thinking about her not wearing anything under her dress, and later it wasn’t just distraction; he kept thinking about using his peach wood sword to force Luo Qingyu into movements like lifting her leg or dodging. Luo Qingyu’s face blushed with shyness and a look of aggrieved complaint, but Jiang Huai had a strange intuition… as if she was deliberately tempting him to do so.

He had become a mouse being played with in Qingyu’s palm.

The girl’s snow-white and lustrous legs were faintly visible under the skirt, her slightly pink skin as tempting as a rose in full bloom. Jiang Huai practiced the sword until he was out of breath. Now he had only his physical cultivation; short-term battles could rely on brute force for miracles, but if the opponent wanted to use spiritual energy for a war of attrition, he would find it difficult to cope.

Jiang Huai also pondered whether he could directly use the Primordial Life and Death Sword to suck away lifespan during sword strikes, as absorbing lifespan could also recover physical strength to some extent. But he soon abandoned the idea, as it couldn’t be used in future sparring sessions. A single misstep could lead to accusations of being too cruel, and if labeled as an evil cultivator, he wouldn’t be able to clear his name even with ten mouths.

His attention quickly returned to Luo Qingyu in front of him. At the moment, Luo Qingyu, holding her sword and panting slightly, actually had plenty of spiritual energy left. She put down the sword, her cheeks puffing slightly.

“No more practice, no more practice, Brother Jiang Huai is bullying me.”

She tilted her face up slightly, “It’s time for a bath.”

…

The summer dusk was dim and overcast. In the bath, the water rippled, and Luo Qingyu’s bathrobe clung to her body. Her fair hands were earnestly scrubbing bubbles on him, making Jiang Huai raise his arms and turn around as she instructed, not missing a single spot on his body, except Jiang Huai Jr. was untouched.

“Hehe.”

Luo Qingyu’s fingertips lightly flicked Jiang Huai Jr.

Annoyed, Jiang Huai turned around to catch Luo Qingyu, but she had already run off laughing. After a long frolic in the bath, Jiang Huai finally caught Luo Qingyu in his arms.

The girl’s body was slippery and soft. In the water, Luo Qingyu stood on tiptoe, having previously fled vigorously, but now she was hiding and not hiding, standing on tiptoe and lightly kissing his lips, her legs tightly clamping Jiang Huai Jr., not allowing him to move even a bit.

…

Back in the room.

Luo Qingyu changed into a soft silk nightgown and leaned on the bed, flipping through Ah Mumu’s The Melody of Warm Jade. Jiang Huai lay beside her, inhaling the girl’s enchanting fragrance, but his heart couldn’t calm down. With a flip, he got up.

“I’m going out to look at the moon.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Luo Qingyu nodded obediently, allowing Jiang Huai to get dressed and stand up. When he reached the courtyard, the sun had already set completely, the courtyard was dim, the glowworm stones were not lit, and the courtyard was pitch black. The lotus flowers in the pond swayed gently, and Chu Xianning, in a white plain dress, sat by the pond. At first glance, she appeared cool and ethereal. Jiang Huai approached her slowly, his voice soft.

“Master hasn’t gone to bed yet?”

“I just bathed, I’ll sleep after watching the moon for a while,” Chu Xianning’s voice was neither sad nor happy, as calm as ever.

Jiang Huai also looked up, but the sky was pitch black, the moon obscured by clouds. He scratched his head, “Where’s the moon?”

“Talkative.”

Chu Xianning stood up and walked towards her room. After a few steps, she seemed to remember something, suddenly turned around, and looked at Jiang Huai, “Even if it’s in the courtyard, make sure Luo Qingyu dresses properly, don’t be so frivolous.”

Chu Xianning’s tone seemed slightly displeased, so Jiang Huai nodded, “Yeah, I’ll tell Qingyu in a bit.”

Jiang Huai always wondered if Chu Xianning thought it was he who had Luo Qingyu dress that way?

He intended to explain himself properly, to salvage his image in Chu Xianning’s heart, but when the words reached his lips, he didn’t know how to start.

Hesitating, Chu Xianning had already returned to her room, and he could only swallow his explanation back down.

Maybe it’s better to see what Bai Li is up to.