After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master - Chapter 226

Chapter 226: It depends on my mood

The sarcasm in the phrase “You’re not falling for me, are you?” was particularly strong.

But Jiang Huai didn’t feel any shame or embarrassment, just helplessly looked into her eyes,

“I’ve been having insomnia lately. Will you come? If you do, I’ll wait for you.”

“You can wait and see. I might not come.” Luo Yueguan’s eyes drifted elsewhere.

“Okay.”

Jiang Huai nodded lightly, holding the fish as he walked ashore. He put the fish aside and changed into a fresh set of clothes in the pavilion, his hair still dripping wet.

Fortunately, Luo Yueguan just stretched out her hand to his shoulder, and in an instant, the moisture evaporated. Her spirit sword appeared, and she flew off on it, with Jiang Huai following behind her, the wind and rain passing by them.

When they returned to the courtyard, Luo Qingyu was awake and discussing something with Wen Wanwan. It seemed that Luo Qingyu was teaching Wen Wanwan to dance. The two girls were gentle in their expressions. Jiang Huai greeted them and then plunged into the kitchen.

He stewed a pot full of delicious fish soup, creamy and smooth, the sweet freshness blending with the light taste of white pepper, dispelling the cold of the rainy day. Luo Yueguan, who had been clamoring for fish soup, actually only drank a small bowl in the end.

After dinner, Jiang Huai faced his moment of embarrassment. Wen Wanwan and Luo Qingyu, as if they had arranged it, brought The Melody of Warm Jade to him and started to interrogate him about what he was thinking when he wrote certain parts of the story. Jiang Huai had to try hard to recall everything, his cheeks flushing red.

When the sky was completely dark, Luo Qingyu whispered to Jiang Huai to go take a bath. He went to the bathhouse, and after a while, the curtain of the bathhouse was lifted. Luo Qingyu entered first, followed by Wen Wanwan.

Jiang Huai’s mind went blank for a moment.

The two girls, wearing only a thin wrap, stepped into the bathhouse and approached him. Their delicate hands applied flower dew on his body, one in front of him and one behind. Jiang Huai dared not move an inch, the one who had fantasized about many strange and lewd scenarios now stiff as a puppet.

Fortunately, Wen Wanwan was enchanting enough.

“Senior Brother Jiang Huai, don’t think about anything naughty. It’s not time for Wen Wanwan and Qingyu to sleep with Senior Brother Jiang Huai yet.” Wen Wanwan’s fingers drew circles on Jiang Huai’s chest.

“It’s just that Qingyu said Senior Brother Jiang Huai is too bullying at night, so… first, we’ll take care of Senior Brother Jiang Huai in the bathhouse on behalf of Qingyu.”

With that, she slowly crouched down at the water’s surface, her lips slightly parted, tilting her face up.

…

Midnight was approaching.

Luo Qingyu in Jiang Huai’s arms had already fallen asleep. His hand gently stroked her back, and at this moment, he had no guilty thoughts. Even if Luo Qingyu woke up and found out he had gone out, he would explain to her what he had done because he just wanted to chat with Luo Yueguan, not act like a sneaky cat.

Although Luo Yueguan had answered so contemptuously during the day, saying she might not come, Jiang Huai had a strange intuition that Luo Yueguan would come, and she might even be waiting in the distance early on. But she would wait until he had been waiting in the pavilion for a long time before she would appear to be late, reluctantly coming.

This wasn’t his narcissism, but it stemmed from his understanding of Luo Yueguan. She wasn’t really crazy, so all her madness had a pattern.

Today, Jiang Huai hadn’t taken the initiative to check Luo Yueguan’s affection level again. Last night, he reflected seriously and realized that the numbers of affection level would only lead him to the abyss.

If he really considered what would make her affection level rise or fall, then it seemed he wasn’t facing a living person but a cold puppet.

Moreover, Luo Yueguan was Luo Qingyu’s mother.

A particularly wicked thought suddenly emerged in Jiang Huai’s mind. What if he just went out tonight and didn’t go to Mengze Lake at all?

Would Luo Yueguan wait for him there?

Would she be angry tomorrow?

Even if she was angry, she wouldn’t show it, and she would mock him with feigned contempt, saying he waited a long time last night, right? She didn’t go at all last night.

Would she feel disappointed deep down?

Jiang Huai felt a vague unease in his heart, as if he was voluntarily falling into a deep vortex. He wasn’t sure he could pull Luo Yueguan out of the vortex; he wasn’t a savior and had no right to save anyone. So why did he still want to talk to her more? Was it because of your arrogant pity, or because you really fell for her?

Thinking of this, Jiang Huai shuddered. Just the thought was terrifying.

So tonight, should he go, or should he not?

…

The hour of Zi (11 PM – 1 AM) had passed.

Jiang Huai sat quietly in the pavilion at the center of the lake, his clothes drenched.

Without spiritual energy, he had swum all the way here. The weather was slightly damp and cold, so he started a bonfire in the pavilion. The fire gradually dried the moisture on his clothes, and he waited quietly, warmed by its glow.

But he had miscalculated.

Even after waiting for one hour, then two, Luo Yueguan’s figure never appeared before him. The sky darkened, and in the silent darkness, only the dense ink-like night accompanied him.

Jiang Huai scratched his head.

This time, he truly felt a hint of disappointment in his heart, but all he could do was smile wryly.

It seemed he had willingly stepped into this vortex, and his unrequited affection, his self-indulgent fantasies, had turned him into a drenched dog.

He would probably be mercilessly mocked by Luo Yueguan tomorrow.

Jiang Huai waited until dawn but still did not see Luo Yueguan. The bonfire had extinguished. He carefully cleaned up any traces of the fire, dived back into the water, swam to the opposite shore, and returned to the courtyard.

After bathing, he changed into a fresh set of clothes. Luo Qingyu was still sleeping sweetly in the room. He approached her and carefully lay down beside her.

In the heart of Mengze Lake.

After Jiang Huai’s figure had completely disappeared into the distance, the air in the pavilion rippled.

Luo Yueguan, dressed in a purple nightgown, sat by the remains of the bonfire, her delicate hand propping up her cheek, her eyes gazing at the distant sunrise.

She had been here all night, sitting right beside Jiang Huai, but he was deceived by an illusion and never noticed her presence.

The morning light broke through the clouds and fell on her cheeks, her eyelashes glistening with dew.

…

“Brother Jiang Huai…”

Jiang Huai slowly opened his eyes to find Luo Qingyu lying on top of him, her innocent eyes looking at him. Sleepy, Jiang Huai wrapped his arms around Luo Qingyu’s slender waist.

“I want to sleep a bit more.”

“No, no, Qingyu has thought of something else…”

“Then should Qingyu try a little harder?”

Jiang Huai gently embraced her waist, and Luo Qingyu moved closer, straddling him. Her delicate hands lightly rested on his chest as Jiang Huai Jr., still drowsy, was engulfed and gradually woke up.

But when he was no longer sleepy, Luo Qingyu lay on his chest, panting softly, her little pink tongue licking his chest. After a short while, she started to act coquettishly,

“Okay, let’s sleep, Qingyu is tired too.”

Jiang Huai, amused and helpless, patted her little pink bottom and closed his eyes.

…

Jiang Huai slept for another hour before slowly waking up. He had to rush to today’s grand competition in Yuelan Continent. Today he was to face Wanwan. Everyone was especially looking forward to it since only Jiang Huai and Wen Wanwan remained undefeated. But before the match even started, Wen Wanwan, seeing Jiang Huai’s sleepy eyes, covered her mouth and laughed, then softly admitted defeat.

The elder in charge of the competition was taken aback,

“Are you sure you want to concede…?”

“Yes.” Wen Wanwan nodded innocently.

“My husband and I have sparred many times, and I’ve never won. Even if we compete again, it won’t change.”

Wen Wanwan innocently spoke these deceitful words. In fact, Jiang Huai had lost last time. Unless he faced Wen Wanwan and used his self-damaging Water Moon technique, he would have a chance of winning.

Wen Wanwan’s address surprised everyone. They looked at each other, then at Luo Qingyu, who was innocently leaning on Jiang Huai’s shoulder, her eyes showing no sign of anger.

Everyone knew that Luo Qingyu and Jiang Huai’s engagement had been broken and then renewed, but the details were not clear to many. Now, suddenly, Wen Wanwan appeared, and some sharp-eyed cultivators noticed the jade bracelet in her hand, which had once been on Luo Yueguan’s wrist.

The crowd buzzed with discussion.

The next match was Luo Qingyu against Ye Wanqiu, Divine Transformation fifth-level against Divine Transformation first-level. Ye Wanqiu had neither mastered sword momentum nor possessed a heavenly-grade spirit sword, nor was she a Core Formation of the Heavenly Dao, so naturally, she had no chance of winning. Luo Qingyu won with ease and then happily returned home with Jiang Huai’s arm around her.

Jiang Huai lounged in a chair, watching Luo Qingyu teach Wen Wanwan to dance. The two girls moved seductively, their eyes tender as water, and Jiang Huai’s slight frustration gradually faded.

Luo Yueguan appeared beside him at some point, looking at him with eyes that seemed to carry a hint of fatigue, and whispered,

“Did you really go to Mengze Lake last night?”

Jiang Huai wouldn’t lie just to save face, so he simply replied softly.

“I did.”

“Are you going tonight?”

“Will Sect Master Luo come?” Jiang Huai turned to look at her, his voice gentle.

“It depends on my mood. If I can’t sleep… perhaps I’ll come out for a walk.” Luo Yueguan’s response seemed nonchalant.

“Okay, then I’ll wait for you another night.”

Jiang Huai yawned and then went into the kitchen to prepare lunch. Afterward, he accompanied the two girls to the Ziyun Pavilion branch of the Qingxuan Sect, where he bought Wen Wanwan a dance dress. But as they walked, Wen Wanwan pulled him toward the area selling cute little socks.

Wen Wanwan, now a little rich girl, bought many pairs of adorable socks – white silk, black silk, calf socks, over-the-knee socks, pantyhose, all in different thicknesses and styles. Jiang Huai felt a bit dizzy watching her.

Back in the courtyard, Jiang Huai watched Wen Wanwan put on the dance dress and awkwardly perform the dance Luo Qingyu had taught her. Fortunately, Wanwan was flexible, and the curves of her legs were especially beautiful when she pointed her toes and tensed her calves. But because Jiang Huai took an extra look at her fair little feet, he was caught by Luo Qingyu and Wen Wanwan after his bath and dragged into the room.

“Wait, I haven’t done anything wrong recently, have I? Why am I being punished?”

Jiang Huai Jr. lay on the bed, looking at them with a pitiful expression.

“It’s not a punishment.”

Wen Wanwan’s white silk-clad foot gently pressed on Jiang Huai’s chest, the silk texture sliding across his skin, tickling slightly.

“It’s clearly a reward for Brother Jiang Huai.” Qingyu also looked innocently at Jiang Huai, her fingertips gently spreading the floral dew on her instep, the girl’s bare feet as white and lustrous as jade.

If the sisters did more shameful things together, perhaps when it came time to sleep under the same blanket, they wouldn’t be so shy.