After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master-Chapter 176 - Xiangxiang

Chapter 176: Xiangxiang

Half an hour later.

Jiang Huai looked at Luo Yueguan, who was leaning against the bed. Perhaps because she was so engrossed in the story, the bedding had unknowingly slipped off, revealing a light purple chest wrap underneath, with tightly tied shoulder straps, and her delicate and exquisite collarbones faintly visible in the dim light.

Jiang Huai gazed at Luo Yueguan’s face, “Aren’t you going to sleep?”

“If you don’t tell me a story with a happy ending today, you can’t leave!”

Luo Yueguan’s tone seemed a bit anxious. Jiang Huai had already told her two tragic love stories—one about a fox demon and a young Taoist, and the other about an unfinished love between a human and a ghost.

Unfortunately, his stories were so well-told that she couldn’t help but feel emotionally involved as if her heart was being twisted.

“I haven’t made up any stories with happy endings. I can’t think of any right now. Miss, please go to sleep. I’m dying of thirst.”

Jiang Huai had been talking non-stop for an hour, his mouth dry and tongue parched.

Luo Yueguan snorted coldly, “Shall I give you something to drink?”

Jiang Huai always felt there was something odd about her words and chose not to respond. Luo Yueguan’s nose twitched slightly, and she looked at him puzzledly.

“Where does that milk scent on you come from?”

“Are you a dog?!”

Jiang Huai’s eyes widened, as if he were a cat whose tail had been stepped on. But seeing only confusion in Luo Yueguan’s eyes, and not mockery or disdain, Jiang Huai realized he might have misunderstood.

“Such a grown person and still not weaned, not even embarrassed...”

“Yes, yes, I just like to stock up on some milk and drink it quietly,” Jiang Huai carefully observed Luo Yueguan’s reaction, realizing she didn’t have any strange expressions, so she probably hadn’t thought of anything odd.

Luo Yueguan slightly lifted her chin.

“Would you like to drink something else?”

Jiang Huai Jr. shivered all over, suddenly having a bad premonition, and almost instantly took a step back, “You’re not going to tell me you...”

“What are you thinking?”

Luo Yueguan was taken aback, then seemed to understand his meaning, and followed up with a kick of her small leg against his waist.

“I don’t have any milk for you to drink.”

“Then what are you babbling about?” Jiang Huai Jr. let out a sigh of relief, sniffed his collar, and guessed that when Bai Li was pressing against him, some milk from her pink tips had dripped onto his collar.

No good, he had to change his clothes immediately.

“What were you thinking just now?” Luo Yueguan tilted her head.

“What did you mean just now?”

“I was asking if you wanted to drink some wood spirit fruit juice.”

Luo Yueguan innocently took out a jade bottle for storing water and poured a bowl for Jiang Huai, who took it cautiously, always worried there might be some prank in it. He took a small sip, and it was indeed just sweet juice, nothing strange.

Jiang Huai Jr. breathed a sigh of relief and took a big gulp. He wasn’t so thirsty anymore, but he definitely couldn’t continue the story. His eyelids were heavy, and he handed the bowl back to Luo Yueguan.

“I have to go back to sleep now, I’m so sleepy.”

“You promised me that if I’m not satisfied, it doesn’t count.”

“But I’ve already told two stories, it’s not my fault you’re staying up...”

“You promised me.”

Luo Yueguan’s eyes now held a trace of inexplicable stubbornness.

“But I’m really sleepy.”

Luo Yueguan turned her face away, “A man who doesn’t keep his word, a scoundrel.”

Jiang Huai couldn’t think of any heartwarming little stories with happy endings at the moment, his head was fuzzy, but he was really sleepy. Suddenly, a bizarre idea flashed through his mind—if he kissed Luo Yueguan now, would she let him go?

Slap.

Luo Yueguan gave him a strange look, “Why are you hitting your own head?”

“It’s nothing, just an itchy head,” Jiang Huai answered expressionlessly, looking at Luo Yueguan in front of him, hesitating for a moment.

“How about this, I’ll massage your feet, and you go to sleep like a good girl. I really don’t have any more stories. I’ll make up a couple more another day and tell you then.”

Luo Yueguan’s lips pouted slightly, “Is it to coax me to sleep or to take advantage of me?”

“I find you and Luo Qingyu have similar habits in some ways. Every time I massage her feet, she sleeps soundly. Maybe you’ll be the same.”

But Jiang Huai felt that the real similarity between mother and daughter was probably their tolerance for pain. The love for pain itself is a perversion, mostly stemming from long-suppressed desires and emotions.

“Oh... let’s try it.”

Luo Yueguan lay down, then whispered softly, “I don’t want to reach out, put your hand in.”

So Jiang Huai Jr. sat on the edge of the bed, his hand quietly reaching under Luo Yueguan’s blanket, touching her slender ankle, her little foot soft and smooth, just a bit cold. Luo Yueguan, with her Ice Soul Profound Body, was probably always cold.

After Jiang Huai massaged for a little while, her little foot seemed to get a bit warmer. When he inadvertently looked up at Luo Yueguan’s face, he noticed she was biting her lip, her hair scattered beside her cheek, covering most of her eyes, so Jiang Huai couldn’t see clearly. He withdrew his hand, gently brushed aside her hair, and looked at her somewhat dazed eyes, his heart inexplicably skipping a beat.

Damn it.

What are you really trying to do?

Are you trying to coax her to sleep so you can leave, or just because you want to massage her foot and see her cheeks blush?

Jiang Huai Jr., how will you explain yourself this time?!

When Jiang Huai looked into her eyes again, Luo Yueguan had already closed them, her voice trembling slightly, “I’m asleep.”

“That’s good, that’s good. Sleep well, good night,” Jiang Huai let out a long breath, stood up, left the room, and gently closed the door.

Before returning to his room, he double-checked to make sure he didn’t enter the wrong room again. He opened the door to his room, closed it behind him, and began to take off his clothes, needing to quickly get rid of the incriminating evidence. But just as he had taken off his shirt and was about to jump into bed, he suddenly realized... his bed was currently occupied by his master, Chu Xianning, dressed in a white Taoist robe, lying there coldly.

Jiang Huai Jr. paused, rubbed his eyes, and was absolutely certain this was his room, but how could Chu Xianning be here? And asleep?

One could blame it on the fact that Luo Yueguan’s spirit boat had the same decorative layout in every room, so it made sense to mistakenly enter the wrong one while drunk.

But what should he do now?

Pretend to be drunk and quickly crawl into his master’s fragrant and soft bed?

Even if Chu Xianning woke up, he could say he was too sleepy and didn’t notice because he was drunk, and that it was Chu Xianning who entered the wrong room. His master surely wouldn’t blame him.

It seemed that once the desires in his head started to surge, they couldn’t be stopped. Jiang Huai even heard the system’s ding-ding-ding sound.

【Master Chu Xianning, due to drunkenness, has mistakenly entered your room.】

【Her mind is in turmoil, she has been suffering from insomnia for a long time, so she used the Clear Heart Technique on herself. Unless there is a loud disturbance, she will not easily wake up.】

【This is a great opportunity to get closer to your master. Pretend to be confused, crawl into the bed, hold Chu Xianning’s body tightly, kiss her fragrant and soft white face, touch her and then...】

“Damn thing.”

Jiang Huai muttered in his heart, unsure whether he was scolding the system or the desires in his head.

He stood by the bed, the dim light from the flowstone on the table casting a hazy glow over Chu Xianning’s body. Her eyes were closed, clearly asleep, but her brows seemed slightly furrowed as if something was troubling her.

Jiang Huai tried to gently reach out and smooth her brows, then he found another shirt to put on, moved a chair to the table by the bed, leaned on the table, and rested his cheek on his arm.

Chu Xianning was thin-skinned; if she woke up in the morning and found out about this, she might not blame him, but she might not talk to him for a long time.

And Chu Xianning had a sense of cleanliness; she might feel uncomfortable in her heart.

Thinking this way, Jiang Huai, who was extremely sleepy, suddenly felt a bit more awake because Chu Xianning was lying in his bed. From time to time, he would quietly glance at Chu Xianning’s side face, watching her sleep peacefully, and the chaotic thoughts in his heart seemed to quietly settle down.

When he was a child, he was a despicable little dog, tearfully telling Chu Xianning that he had another terrible nightmare the night before. Chu Xianning, somewhat at a loss, would gently hold him in her arms at night, awkwardly patting his shoulder to coax him to sleep. Jiang Huai seemed to still remember Chu Xianning’s warm embrace, and at that time, Chu Xianning would also sing the songs she learned in her youth, with a soft and melodious tune that he remembered for many years.

He watched Chu Xianning for a long time, bored, and his mind recalled many things from his childhood. In fact, the so-called Ice Mountain Fairy Chu Xianning was actually very soft-hearted, always cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

Jiang Huai didn’t remember how long he had been watching her, but in a daze, he seemed to see Chu Xianning open her eyes. At first, her eyes were slightly hazy, and she saw Jiang Huai’s eyes. The master and disciple looked at each other in the dim light for several seconds, the candle flame quietly flickering in the darkness. Finally, Chu Xianning came to her senses and slowly spoke.

“Why... are you here?”

“This is my room. It seems like the master is drunk and accidentally walked into the wrong one,” Jiang Huai replied softly.

Chu Xianning suddenly sat up and looked at Jiang Huai, who was sitting on the chair. After hesitating for a moment, she asked,

“Then why didn’t you sleep in my room?”

“I was worried that after I slept in Master’s bed, Master would feel uncomfortable... It’s okay, I can make do,” Jiang Huai replied softly.

By then, Chu Xianning had already gotten out of bed. She stood up, her eyes fixed on Jiang Huai as she sat on the chair, and asked in a soft voice,

“If I slept in your bed... would you feel uncomfortable?”

“Of course not, Master smells nice.”

“Then I won’t mind you either, you don’t always have to overthink,” Chu Xianning turned her face away and pointed to his bed.

“Go to sleep now.”

Jiang Huai stood up and quickly burrowed into his bed, which seemed to still retain some of Chu Xianning’s body warmth. Clutching the blanket and taking a light sniff, it seemed to really carry a faint floral scent from Chu Xianning.

“Smells nice.”

Jiang Huai looked innocently at Chu Xianning. She wanted to instinctively scold him for something, but the words got stuck in her throat and she turned her face away, only to realize that it was already getting light outside.

“Sleep well, no more fussing,” her voice was gentle.

Jiang Huai was startled, almost shivering all over, his eyes filled with confusion and surprise as he looked at Chu Xianning.

Something’s not right!

Master didn’t call me a little dog!

This feels so strange!

Before Jiang Huai Jr. could ponder why Chu Xianning was so easy to talk to and so gentle today, she had already turned around and said softly, “I’m going back to sleep too, be good.”

With that, her figure quickly disappeared from Jiang Huai’s room, her footsteps hurried as if she was fleeing.

Jiang Huai didn’t have time to say anything else and had to clutch the blanket and obediently close his eyes.

Master’s little blanket, smells nice.