After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master-Chapter 11 - Cute

Chapter 11: Cute

Up at Qingxuan Sect.

In Luo Yueguan’s courtyard.

When Chu Xianning arrived, the spiritual energy in the courtyard was in disarray. Although it was early spring and the courtyard should have been blooming with flowers, it now seemed like a frozen wasteland, with dewdrops on the petals turning into frost. Chu Xianning walked forward calmly and pushed open the door to Luo Yueguan’s room.

Luo Yueguan was sitting cross-legged on the bed, dressed in a purple Taoist robe, her hair disheveled, and her cheeks dotted with sweat droplets that slowly trickled down to her collarbone, only to freeze into frost at an alarming rate.

Chu Xianning’s sudden arrival caused Luo Yueguan to open her eyes.

The two looked at each other for a moment before Luo Yueguan looked away.

“What are you here for?”

Chu Xianning simply tilted her head slightly.

“Can’t suppress your inner demons?”

“It’s manageable,” Luo Yueguan replied.

“Jiang Huai has cheered up Luo Qingyu. She was clinging to him and laughing happily this morning,” Chu Xianning said indifferently.

Luo Yueguan was stunned for a moment, “So why are you here?”

“To tell you this, that’s all.”

Chu Xianning said, and it seemed she was about to leave when Luo Yueguan raised her hand to call her back, “Don’t you have anything else to say?”

Chu Xianning had already turned around, but she stopped and replied, “No.”

“I’ve looked at the prescription from Granny Jiuyou,” Luo Yueguan said, gazing at Chu Xianning’s back.

“The three ingredients, though expensive, are not particularly hard to find. With some time, they can be gathered. If he can keep Qingyu happy like this in the future, I will satisfy any condition he has. That prescription only has one last ingredient that is difficult to find.”

“Chu Xianning, what do you think?”

Luo Yueguan leaned lazily against the bed, stretching out her crossed legs, revealing her porcelain-smooth slender legs.

“What does it have to do with me?” Chu Xianning didn’t turn around.

“But he is the only disciple you’ll ever have in this lifetime, the child you’ve watched grow up. You’re not only his master but also his mother… So I’m curious about what you really think. Could you really stand by and watch him waste his life away? If it weren’t for your excellent teaching, how could he have ended up in such a state? Chu Xianning, you…”

“Shut up.” Chu Xianning cut off Luo Yueguan’s words.

“He promised me that he would regain his cultivation within half a year. There’s no need for me to worry about him.”

“You believe the words of someone whose brain has been fried by fire?”

“Jiang Huai wouldn’t dare lie to me.”

“What do you mean he wouldn’t dare lie to you?” Luo Yueguan didn’t understand.

“He has always kept his promises to me.”

After saying this, Chu Xianning seemed ready to leave, but Luo Yueguan called out to her again,

“And what if he can’t do it? Chu Xianning, what are you really thinking?”

“Do you really want my answer?”

“Of course.” Luo Yueguan’s lips curled up.

She had been to Chu Xianning’s courtyard countless times and had seen the bond between Chu Xianning and Jiang Huai very clearly. Moreover, Luo Yueguan knew Chu Xianning’s character well.

She was always clear about who she liked and disliked, and very few people truly occupied her heart. But once someone did, how could she ignore them?

“But I don’t want to tell you.” Chu Xianning finally turned around, looking indifferently at Luo Yueguan in front of her.

“And Jiang Huai wouldn’t use that condition to take your body.”

“Are you saying he looks down on me?”

Luo Yueguan suddenly laughed, her fingertips lightly stroking her long legs under her dress, her slender white fingers sinking into the soft flesh, her toes curling slightly as she looked at Chu Xianning.

“Even if your disciple is pure-hearted, he’s still a man. And men are no good.”

“When I say he has no improper thoughts about you, then he has none. Unless I ask him to propose dual cultivation with you, he won’t.”

Chu Xianning’s tone was particularly certain, with a hint of pride hidden within.

“I don’t believe it.” The smile on Luo Yueguan’s lips grew more wanton.

“Just wait and see.” Chu Xianning’s voice was light and indifferent.

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After speaking, she turned to leave, but after taking a step, she seemed to remember something and added,

“You should really suppress your inner demons. Jiang Huai will take good care of Luo Qingyu. You don’t need to worry. I’ve never looked down on you; you’re only trapping yourself.”

Luo Yueguan’s face suddenly turned frosty, and she scoffed coldly,

“Chu Xianning, I don’t need your respect.”

Chu Xianning sighed softly and left Luo Yueguan’s room without another word.

…….

At the Tianxuan Sect, atop Guangxue Mountain.

When Chu Xianning returned to her courtyard, Jiang Huai and Luo Qingyu were not there. She used her spiritual energy to sense their presence and quickly detected them in the room. Approaching the door, she pushed it open.

At that moment, Luo Qingyu and Jiang Huai were on the bed.

To be precise, Luo Qingyu was sitting on the bed in a black dress while Jiang Huai was resting on her thighs, seemingly asleep. Luo Qingyu was counting his eyelashes with a look of thick infatuation in her eyes.

“Brother Jiang Huai is asleep,” Luo Qingyu whispered to Chu Xianning as she heard the door open, so Chu Xianning left without a word and closed the door behind her.

…….

Jiang Huai woke up two hours later.

He had never asked to nap on Luo Qingyu’s legs; it was just that Luo Qingyu said she was tired and wanted to lie down for a while. As Jiang Huai flipped through an ancient book on medicine in the room, he watched her lift her skirt, pinching her legs. After staring for a second or two, Luo Qingyu softly asked him if he wanted to rest on her legs for a while.

So, somewhat reluctantly, Jiang Huai agreed.

Luo Qingyu would gently stroke his cheek, softly singing lullabies, lulling Jiang Huai into a deep sleep. When he woke up, he realized he was lying on his side, his cheek buried in the girl’s thighs.

Jiang Huai sat up, rubbing his eyes, “How long did I sleep?”

“Two hours,” Luo Qingyu replied softly.

Seeing that it was about time to prepare dinner, Jiang Huai went to the courtyard and noticed Chu Xianning’s door was slightly ajar, indicating she had returned. He approached her door and knocked gently.

“Come in.”

Jiang Huai pushed the door open to find Chu Xianning sitting at her desk, browsing through an ancient book.

“Master, would you like braised fish or steamed fish for dinner?”

Chu Xianning put down the book, glanced up at him, and asked indifferently.

“Did you sleep well?”

Jiang Huai was momentarily startled, then quickly replied, “Yes, thank you for your concern, Master.”

“Steamed fish,” Chu Xianning said simply.

“Got it.”

Jiang Huai hurried out of the room, feeling oddly as if, despite Chu Xianning’s calm tone, his master seemed to want to steam him alive.

At the dinner table, the three of them were unusually quiet. After eating, Chu Xianning stood up and returned to her room to continue reading her ancient books.

Luo Qingyu obediently cleaned up the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash them. Then, she joined Jiang Huai in the pavilion, where he was gazing at the stars.

As she leaned toward him, Jiang Huai extended his hand to stop her,

“Go bathe and head to bed early.”

“Can Brother Jiang Huai tell me a story tonight?”

“Yes, go bathe.”

So Luo Qingyu obediently got up, gathered her dress, and headed to the bathhouse in the backyard. Soon after, she emerged in a thin spring dress. If Jiang Huai remembered correctly, this dress was also a gift from him, meant to be a nightgown, so it was designed to be slightly shorter, unable to fully cover her long legs. Moreover, it seemed to be a gift from two years ago, and now her chest was much fuller than before, almost bursting the neckline.

Her dress was black, and the skin beneath the black gauze skirt was warm. Jiang Huai looked at her collarbone, still dotted with water droplets, and tilted his head.

“Where’s your undergarment?”

Luo Qingyu suddenly clasped her chest with both hands, her cheeks flushing red as she muttered softly.

“Wearing undergarments to sleep… is uncomfortable.”

“Oh, go inside then, it’s cold out here.”

So Luo Qingyu obediently trotted to her room, and Jiang Huai followed, watching the flutter of her dress and her slender legs. He entered Luo Qingyu’s room to find her lying obediently on the bed, pinching the hem of her dress. Jiang Huai pulled the covers over her, completely covering her body, and asked,

“Where did we leave off in the story yesterday?”

“We got to the part where Li Xunhuan was riding in a carriage and met a young man named Ah Fei.”

“Oh.”

Jiang Huai continued the story, and soon Luo Qingyu turned to face him, her eyes unblinking. Unintentionally, the blanket slid down a bit from her body, revealing her chest tightly bound by her dress, with glimpses of soft flesh beneath the lace-trimmed neckline.

“Brother Jiang Huai.”

“Hmm?”

“Today… you haven’t massaged my feet yet.”

“Not tonight.”

“Eh, why not?”

“I’m tired of it.”

Jiang Huai answered confidently, then reached out to rub her face, “Aren’t you sleepy?”

“Not sleepy, I want Brother Jiang Huai to stay with me a little longer.”

“But I’m so sleepy I can’t keep my eyes open.” Jiang Huai yawned.

“Then… do you want to rest on Qingyu’s legs for a while?”

“That won’t do. If I do, tomorrow morning we’ll have to eat steamed Brother Jiang Huai.”

Jiang Huai pinched her face again, which felt so good he almost couldn’t let go.

It wasn’t until he had pinched Luo Qingyu’s face into various shapes, her cheeks puffing up like a little hamster and seemingly a bit huffy, that Jiang Huai withdrew his hand.

“Alright, sleep well tonight, and don’t oversleep tomorrow.”

“What happens if I oversleep?”

“I’ll eat all the breakfast I prepared for you.”

“Brother Jiang Huai is too much!”

“That’s how mean I am.”

Jiang Huai stood up, turned off the lights in the room, and walked out, closing the door behind him. He heard the girl’s voice, now full of sleepiness,

“Brother Jiang Huai, good night.”

“Good night, good night.”

Jiang Huai closed the door for her. The night was deep, the light from the flowstone lamps fell like moonlight, and a fine rain filled the courtyard, the misty night rain shimmering like silver threads under the light. In her white dress, Chu Xianning practiced her swordsmanship earnestly under the moonlight.

Jiang Huai stood under the eaves, watching intently for a while.

Only after Chu Xianning sheathed her sword did he finally prepare to go back to his room, whispering, “Master, good night.”

Chu Xianning hummed softly in response and turned to go back to her room. Jiang Huai’s eyes followed her ankles, the feet below the ankles bare and wrapped in invisible spiritual energy, untouched by dust, pure as snow.

Cute, he thought of something.

Jiang Huai heard the system ping again.

【Stop pretending, you want to…】

Jiang Huai didn’t even look at the task this time; he simply dragged it into the to-do list.

Ha, the one who wants to fawn over that is Jiang Huai Jr., it has nothing to do with me, Jiang Huai!