After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master-Chapter 140 - Profile

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In the early morning, the mountain rain was misty.

Jiang Huai knew that Chu Xianning was going to the secret chamber at the bottom of the mountain today, so he didn’t get up for breakfast. Although he was the one who couldn’t fast, if he had to eat alone, he would rather not bother and just have some dry food.

Rainy days were perfect for sleeping in. Jiang Huai didn’t remember how long he had been dozing in bed until he heard a soft knock on the door. He said “come in,” and the door opened. Outside stood Wen Wanwan in a plain white palace dress, her shoulders covered with a light shawl that seemed to be slightly damp with raindrops.

“Is it raining that hard?”

“Yes, it’s gotten a bit heavier. Has Senior Brother Jiang Huai not gotten up yet?”

“Alright, Master isn’t here today, so I’ll teach you sword practice later. I want to sleep a bit more,” Jiang Huai said as he sat up in bed, looking at Wen Wanwan’s cheeks.

He blinked at her and spread his hands.

“Does Junior Sister Wanwan also want to...”

Before he could finish his sentence, Wen Wanwan had already closed her umbrella and sat down beside the bed. She bent over to slip off her transparent, peep-toe high heels. As Jiang Huai lifted the blanket, Wen Wanwan burrowed in like a kitten seeking warmth, snuggling into Jiang Huai’s embrace.

“It’s so cold outside, but it’s warm in bed,” Wen Wanwan moved closer to Jiang Huai, who gently held her snow-white little hand that was slightly cold. Soon, her hand warmed up in his, and Wen Wanwan’s cheeks drew near, looking into Jiang Huai’s eyes.

“My lips are cold too.”

So Jiang Huai drew closer and gently kissed her lips.

......

Today, Chu Xianning was not in the courtyard.

Wen Wanwan lay in Jiang Huai’s bed for a long time, letting his fingertips wander over her skin. After a while, she murmured softly.

“The other day, when I passed by the clothing store, I bought a few pairs of cute socks...”

“Oh? How cute?” Jiang Huai asked.

Wen Wanwan took out a pair of white lace-trimmed ankle socks from her storage ring. The material was thin and transparent, incredibly smooth. She looked innocently at Jiang Huai.

“Senior Brother Jiang Huai... do you want to dirty them?”

“It’s daytime, you know.”

Jiang Huai’s fingers gently lifted Wen Wanwan’s chin, looking into her eyes, but she only dodged his gaze for a moment before humming softly, “Wanwan is such a shameless woman.”

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, shifted her body, and then sat on top of Jiang Huai, holding his cheeks with both hands, leaning in, forehead against forehead.

“But... it seems we used up all the floral dew last time.”

“But doesn’t Wanwan still have a lot?” Jiang Huai looked at her innocently.

“Then... Senior Brother Jiang Huai has to pick it himself...”

Wen Wanwan leaned forward, her body nearly collapsing onto him, her lips approaching his.

Wen Wanwan’s body was overly sensitive; a bit more kissing not only made her soft but also damp.

......

Jiang Huai always felt he was on the verge of becoming a useless man.

They had agreed to get up at noon to cook, but with Wen Wanwan lying beside him, playing with him for a while, he had no strength to get up. He just wanted to hold her soft body, smelling her fragrant scent, rubbing his cheek against her like a child. Wen Wanwan would not get angry anyway... and it seemed Wen Wanwan was getting more skilled, her lips and tongue becoming more agile. Wasn’t this all thanks to their many kisses?

“Are you hungry?” Jiang Huai asked softly.

“Didn’t Senior Brother Jiang Huai just feed Wanwan?” Wen Wanwan lifted her face innocently.

She had obediently eaten, swirling her tongue in her mouth for a while, letting Jiang Huai watch her swallow bit by bit. She had learned some provocative tricks from somewhere, making Jiang Huai’s head spin, wanting to press her down and bully her fiercely.

Fortunately, he pinched his thigh hard and restrained himself.

“I’m seriously asking if you’re hungry.”

Jiang Huai slapped her soft buttocks lightly, and Wen Wanwan’s face buried in his chest, she breathed out softly.

“Wanwan is fine, but if Senior Brother Jiang Huai is hungry, Wanwan will go cook for him.”

“Let’s lie down a bit longer.”

The sound of rain outside was soothing, and in such comfortable, lazy weather, Jiang Huai really didn’t want to get up. Luckily, Wen Wanwan was there to be lazy with him. They lay there for a while longer, Wen Wanwan’s fingertips drawing circles on Jiang Huai’s chest, yet she remained silent.

At first, Jiang Huai didn’t realize, but then Wen Wanwan wasn’t just drawing circles; her lips were kissing his collarbone. After a while, he finally came to his senses and looked down at Wen Wanwan, “What’s up?”

“Senior Brother Jiang Huai... can we still?” she asked.

“What?” Jiang Huai was puzzled.

“Just now, I coaxed Senior Brother Jiang Huai... now it’s Senior Brother Jiang Huai’s turn to coax Wanwan,” Wen Wanwan’s voice seemed timid, but her eyes betrayed a hint of slyness. Jiang Huai reached out and pinched her rosy cheek, “Do you want a kiss, or something else?”

“I want a kiss... and after the kiss, the floral dew... I don’t want to waste it... it can be used to bully...”

Jiang Huai’s head was spinning.

......

By the time Jiang Huai and Wen Wanwan got up, it was already past noon.

Wen Wanwan had changed from her plain white palace dress into a bright red long dress, a gift from Jiang Huai. He had never seen her in such a vibrant color, which seemed at odds with her usually gentle and soft demeanor, but she looked unexpectedly stunning in it. The red dress made her skin look even whiter. He then magically produced a pair of black high heels and knelt by the bed to help her put them on.

Wen Wanwan always felt embarrassed having Jiang Huai help her with her shoes, but her eyes were bright, watching his face intently, her fingertips lightly gripping the bedsheet as if her heartbeat was subtly quickening.

“How can you practice swordsmanship in these shoes...”

“Then we’ll practice in the evening. I’ll make something to eat, and if the rain stops, shall we go out for a walk?” Jiang Huai blinked at her.

“Mm-hmm,” Wen Wanwan nodded obediently, agreeing to everything.

After lunch, which Jiang Huai prepared, they played Go in the pavilion. Despite the game’s simplicity, Jiang Huai couldn’t beat Wen Wanwan, who easily won several rounds. Wen Wanwan looked at him and laughed, then Jiang Huai drew her close and pinched her cheek, “Let’s go, we’ll visit another sect.”

Wen Wanwan stood obediently by his side, letting him gently hold her hand.

The red dress Jiang Huai gave her had an irregular hemline, revealing only the legs below her knees, and a bit of her collarbone, but no more skin. Otherwise, Jiang Huai wouldn’t have let her accompany him around the sect; his possessiveness was extremely strong.

Today, they visited the Tianxuan Sect’s Beast Taming division, watching various spirit beasts run, jump, and roll under the disciples’ training. Jiang Huai felt like he was taking Wen Wanwan to a circus.

The stunning red dress attracted the attention of many passing disciples, who couldn’t take their eyes off her until Jiang Huai stared at them for a few seconds, prompting them to hurriedly look away.

When it started to drizzle again, Jiang Huai opened an umbrella and walked with her in the rain. They eventually reached a pavilion and rested there, alone. Wen Wanwan sat a bit further away, causing Jiang Huai to pause until she lifted her skirt, resting her legs on his. Her innocent eyes looked up at him.

Jiang Huai’s fingers then had the chance to touch her legs, caress them, and even remove her high heels to massage her soft, tender feet.

Wen Wanwan’s eyes always seemed calm and gentle, yet she also had such seductive little schemes that had Jiang Huai completely wrapped around her finger.

It was almost evening when Jiang Huai and Wen Wanwan returned to the courtyard. Jiang Huai cooked dinner, and after they had eaten, he picked up a wooden sword. Wen Wanwan took off her high heels, her bare feet on the stone-paved ground. Jiang Huai stood beside her, guiding her spiritual energy through the Breaking Branches sword technique with his faint spiritual energy. He taught her better than Chu Xianning did.

Late into the night, when Chu Xianning returned to the courtyard, Wen Wanwan was just about to leave with a thermos of food. She opened the door and came face-to-face with Chu Xianning, who was dressed in a white Taoist robe. She respectfully greeted him as “Fairy Chu,” and he asked indifferently,

“Leaving?”

“Yes,” Wen Wanwan nodded lightly.

Chu Xianning nodded slightly, then entered the courtyard where Jiang Huai was sitting in the pavilion. Seeing Chu Xianning, Jiang Huai smiled,

“Master, you’re back?”

Chu Xianning instinctively wanted to avoid his gaze, but wouldn’t that just show guilt?

In the secret chamber at the base of the mountain, when she released the restraints of the Taoist magic, desire would overwhelm her senses, making her only know to soothe her body for three hours. The rest of the time, she had to reinforce the Taoist magic. She had tried to make medicine herself to deal with the drawbacks of the Flower Spirit Body, but her skills were not enough, and such a shameful drawback was difficult to speak of.

“I’m back,” Chu Xianning replied indifferently.

Jiang Huai closed the ancient book he was reading and blinked innocently at Chu Xianning.

“Today, Wanwan and I went to the pharmacy and prepared a prescription. In a few days, once it’s made, you can try it next month. Although it can’t cure you completely, it should alleviate a lot.”

Chu Xianning wanted to avoid the topic immediately, not wanting to bring it up again, so she just responded with an “Oh.” She glanced at Jiang Huai’s face, using her ability to read qi, and easily saw that he had done something strange with Wen Wanwan three times today.

She wondered how Wen Wanwan had coaxed him; was it like what was written in Floating Clouds and Splendid Elegance, using a woman’s feet or red lips? Chu Xianning’s mind became a mess at the thought.

“Oh, by the way, Master, come here for a moment. I want to check your pulse again to see how your injury is healing.”

Although somewhat reluctant, Chu Xianning still sat across from Jiang Huai, extending her pale wrist. Jiang Huai placed his fingertips on her pulse, and as his eyes met Chu Xianning’s face, she turned away, leaving him only her profile.