After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master - Chapter 235

Chapter 235: I Won’t Let You Go

“Ouch,” Jiang Huai looked at Luo Yueguan in front of him with dissatisfaction.

Luo Yueguan’s cheek was so close to his, she had just bitten Jiang Huai’s lip, but there was not a hint of remorse on her face, instead, she playfully flicked her tongue, “Then you can bite me too.”

“You biting me hurts, and if I bite you, you’ll hurt too. Then will you bite me again? When will this cycle of vengeance end?”

Jiang Huai looked helplessly at Luo Yueguan in front of him, their foreheads touching, “So, can you please not bite me anymore?”

“Open your mouth, and I won’t bite you.”

As soon as Jiang Huai’s lips parted, her tongue slipped quietly in.

…

In the room.

Luo Yueguan was sitting on the bed, sunlight spilling onto her jet-black hair, and the room was filled with a light orchid fragrance. Jiang Huai was seriously painting her, not choosing the traditional ink and wash painting this time, but using a bunch of oil paints, which took a long time to complete. Luo Yueguan sat quietly, her lips slightly pouting.

“I’ve been sitting for so long, if the painting doesn’t look good, I’ll bite you.”

“Don’t move, yes, just like that, good girl,” Jiang Huai soothed Luo Yueguan’s impatience, feeling like he was cajoling a child, but secretly he breathed a sigh of relief.

At least while he was painting her, Luo Yueguan was incredibly well-behaved, so he didn’t have to worry about her causing any trouble. The light from outside the window fell on her profile, the half-light and half-shadow just right, and that hazy light made her cheek shine. Her eyelashes seemed to be brushed with a layer of gold dust.

“Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are very beautiful?”

Jiang Huai asked softly, and Luo Yueguan’s eyes curved up involuntarily.

She was too easy to please.

“Of course, did you think you were the first one to think so?”

“But what they see in your eyes can’t be as beautiful as what I see.”

“Hmm?”

“Because you’re smiling,” Jiang Huai said softly, sketching the final stroke on the canvas.

He turned the easel around for Luo Yueguan to see. She leaned in close to the painting, her azure pupils suddenly filled with joy and pride, but she still hummed lightly, “You can only capture nine-tenths of my beauty.”

“Then I won’t give you the painting. Just look in the mirror if you need to.”

“That won’t do,” Luo Yueguan snatched the painting away.

“It’s mine. I won’t even give others the chance to paint me.”

Jiang Huai was just teasing her, and he watched helplessly as Luo Yueguan guarded her painting like a dog with its food. He reached out and pinched her face, “Alright, get up. The sun is setting outside, shall we go watch it together?”

“Okay,” Luo Yueguan got up from the bed, not bothering to put on her high heels again, her bare feet stepping on the floor.

She walked with Jiang Huai to the deck, where the sun was slowly setting among the clouds. Jiang Huai didn’t rush to watch the sunset but started setting up his portable barbecue grill, placing fruitwood charcoal inside and skewering the food he had prepared earlier.

Luo Yueguan could go all day without eating, but he couldn’t. He needed to nourish his body, especially with ingredients rich in spiritual energy. The meat he brought was from the Tianxuan Sect’s spirit cows and sheep, raised on spirit springs and spirit grass since they were young. The skewered fruits and vegetables were also nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Luo Yueguan liked spicy food, so Jiang Huai generously sprinkled some carefully ground chili powder into the seasoning. Luo Yueguan didn’t understand cooking, so she sat obediently to the side, her eyes brightening at the smell of the food.

Jiang Huai placed the grilled skewers on the table, and Luo Yueguan looked at him, “What about the wine?”

“There’s no wine.”

Jiang Huai did have a pot of Chunqiu, but he dared not offer it to Luo Yueguan. Luo Yueguan was already so wild and willful without alcohol; if she got drunk, who knows what would happen?

Jiang Huai suddenly realized that afternoon that Luo Yueguan’s unrestrained behavior in front of him was entirely his own doing. Luo Yueguan had tested his limits time and again, and he had never shown much anger, seemingly feeling truly safe in his presence. She became increasingly unrestrained as if wanting to express all the capriciousness she had suppressed in the past.

“Don’t try to fool me, you definitely have wine. Bring it out.”

Luo Yueguan prodded his waist several times with her delicate toes and started banging on the table, “Hurry up, I want to drink.”

“Really, there’s none.”

“Swear it, if you have wine on you, then you and Chu Xianning will never be together in this lifetime.”

“Do you have to be so vicious?”

“Then you do have it, bring it out.”

Seeing that being stubborn didn’t work, Luo Yueguan started to look at him with a pouty, coquettish expression, poking his chest with her toes. After a few pokes, Jiang Huai finally lost his patience and turned to look at her.

But as soon as Jiang Huai showed impatience, Luo Yueguan retracted her legs in an instant, looking pitiful and wronged, wrapping her arms around her legs like a curled-up kitten.

“Promise me you won’t go crazy after drinking.”

“What do you mean? Looking down on me? When have I gone crazy?”

“True, you’re crazy even without drinking,” Jiang Huai sighed helplessly, finally taking out that last pot of Chunqiu and placing it on the table.

Luo Yueguan’s eyes lit up as she poured the wine, “This is Li Qiushan’s Chunqiu, he only brings it out for birthdays. How did you trick him into giving it to you?”

“What do you mean trick? Sect Master Li was in a good mood because someone took over my position as the holy son and gave it to me as a reward,” Jiang Huai sighed helplessly, placing the grilled mushrooms and peppers on the table.

Luo Yueguan held the wine cup and brought it to her lips, but instead of drinking it in one gulp, she licked it with her tender tongue, like a kitten drinking water.

“Promise me you won’t go crazy from the wine.”

“I won’t,” Luo Yueguan held the wine cup with both hands and finally took a small sip. Jiang Huai also took a small sip from his cup and started tasting the grilled skewers.

Compared to Jiang Huai’s less careful eating, Luo Yueguan’s movements were much slower and more pleasing to the eye. One by one, the bamboo sticks were laid down by the two of them, and there was still a lot of wine left in the cups. Jiang Huai lifted his cup to her, and Luo Yueguan smiled sweetly, also lifting her cup and taking a sip.

The sun in the clouds had already set, and the sky gradually darkened, with stars beginning to show their light, and the moon quietly emerging. With half the wine in the cup drunk, Luo Yueguan suddenly asked him, “Do you want to see me dance?”

Jiang Huai was stunned for a moment, scratching his head, “I do.”

“Such a perfunctory answer, then I won’t dance.”

“I really, really want to see it.”

Jiang Huai turned to Luo Yueguan, and she closed her eyes, leaning in with her cheek. Jiang Huai was suddenly taken aback. What was this strange illusion that he and Luo Yueguan were holding hands and dating?

But he still couldn’t help but lightly touch Luo Yueguan’s lips with his own. Luo Yueguan stood up, and Jiang Huai hurriedly asked her, “Where are you going?”

“To change into a dance dress. I can’t move freely in this one.”

“Oh…”

When Luo Yueguan came out again, she was wearing a light purple dance dress, with a strapless top and a snow-white waist, and her buttocks were covered by an interwoven skirt, with a few silver chains reflecting the moonlight on her dance dress.

She stood on tiptoe under the moonlight.

Her body was already soft and charming, and every movement was captivating. Jiang Huai held his wine cup, the world before him slightly blurred. Luo Yueguan’s waist was so soft, and in an instant, he understood the so-called joy of King Zhou. Luo Yueguan, at some point, danced up to him, leaned over slightly, and bit the wine cup in Jiang Huai’s hand. She tilted her head back, and the wine flowed half into her lips and half from her chin down to her neck, collarbone, and then slipped into her neckline.

“What a waste.”

Jiang Huai’s heart ached; this was his last pot of wine. But before he could finish speaking, Luo Yueguan was already sitting sideways on him, leaning in close. Her body was filled with the fragrance of flowers and a light scent of wine, and her snow-white neck stretched out like a swan’s. Jiang Huai suddenly understood her intention and began to kiss her neck, moving down to her collarbone.

In the past, Luo Yueguan had to put in a lot of effort to reluctantly hook him, but now it seemed that all she had to do was beckon with her finger, and he already knew what to do. When exactly had Luo Yueguan trained him without him realizing it?

Luo Yueguan reached back and grabbed the ties of her dress, leaning close to Jiang Huai’s ear, her warm breath on his ear.

Jiang Huai suddenly felt like he was peeling the shell of a lychee.

It seemed that he didn’t need Luo Yueguan to teach him what to do next; he unconsciously kissed her, and Luo Yueguan gently stroked Jiang Huai’s head. At this moment, she was not the least bit shy but exuded a hint of playfulness, “When I was little, Qingyu also liked to bite me like this. It took me a lot of effort to teach her to behave.”

“Alright, alright, have it your way. I don’t mind. You can do whatever you want… See, I’m not crazy, right? The crazy one is you, Jiang Huai.”

“You always pretend to be so tough, acting like an adult when you’re still a childish kid, suppressing your desires. Living like that might not be any better than how I live.”

“There’s never unprovoked love in this world, but if someone loves me recklessly, I’ll love them back. I saw hope in you, but it seems I’m still living in Chu Xianning’s shadow… you’re so annoying.”

Luo Yueguan held Jiang Huai’s face, their eyes meeting in the moonlight, “To avoid going crazy after getting drunk, whether it’s you or me, shall we sleep in separate rooms tonight?”

“Alright,” Jiang Huai nodded immediately.

But Luo Yueguan’s eyes quickly filled with a resentful look, “You agreed so quickly… You weren’t like this when you were lying on my chest just now.”

She stood up and walked towards the small bath on the spirit boat, leaving only her slender back to Jiang Huai. Her long black hair danced in the air, and Jiang Huai could still hear her petulant voice tinged with resentment.

“Tonight… you’re not allowed to push open my room door. If you dare come over, I won’t let you leave.”