Countryside mansion.
After sending Master Chen out the door in the morning, Junzi bathed in comfortable sunlight, washing the clothes that had been stained by last night's madness.
She sat on a small stool, wearing a green misty shirt, revealing her graceful neck and prominent collarbones. Her lower body was clad in a white Lake embroidered skirt, with pleats as white as snow and moonlight, fully displaying her gentleness.
Her deep green hair was casually braided and inserted a delicate jade hairpin, although simple, it looked fresh and elegant.
Her face, lightly powdered and colored, carried a faint smile. The faint crimson on her cheeks created a delicate beauty, like petals, and gave her an alluring coquettishness different from her usual cold demeanor.
Humming a folk tune from an unknown place, Zhu Nanzi twisted the wet clothes and stood up. After a few shakes, she walked with light steps to the clothing rod and tiptoed to hang the clothes.
Beneath the long-sleeved shirt, which was rolled up, half of her fair and jade-like arm was exposed. The water droplets ran down her tender white skin, creating a very pure and aesthetic effect.
Zhu Nanzi was hanging up clothes on the line, contrasting sharply with Huanwu, who was idling away not far away.
It's not that Huanwu doesn't want to help the Holy Maiden, but the Holy Maiden won't allow her to touch Lu Jin'an's clothes.
The reason being that it couldn't pick up the scent of other girls.
Huanwu felt this reason was a bit ridiculous, but it was fine if she didn't touch it. After all, she didn't want to touch the man's things either.
So she settled for the second best and thought of washing the Holy Maiden's clothes, only to be refused again.
The reason remained absurd: what if her clothes got the scent of another girl, and her husband would smell it when he hugged her?
In the past, it wasn't like this. Why did it all change starting from today?
With nothing to say, Huanwu idly squatted beside, pondering why the Holy Maiden's mind seemed to have gone a bit askew.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt chilling that the Holy Maiden wanted to transform Master Chen into a sword spirit.
In the long history of Qing Miao Palace, there was no such preposterous event of personally refining a Daoist partner into a sword spirit……
Where did the Holy Maiden learn such a thing?
In a moment of contemplation, she saw the Holy Maiden clapping her back after hanging up her clothes. Huanwu quickly stood up and was about to ask if she was not feeling well, but the Holy Maiden's muttering stopped her in her tracks.
“Last night Master Chen was more daring than usual. He didn't even take off his clothes before pinning me down on the bed. He stood right by the bed, making my waist constantly in the air, and now I'm really tired…”
Huanwu, listening to the voice, silently squat back to her original place, her hands wrapped around her knees, gazing blankly.
Zhu Nanzi, who had patted her lower back, covered her mouth and yawned again. Her slightly mature look from after marriage added a touch of laziness.
After rubbing her eye corner, Zhu Nanzi stepped back a few steps and stared at the clothes on the clothesline without blinking. Her mind was filled with last night's hurriedness after returning home together with Master Chen.
Before that, it was always after bathing, where she would cheekily initiate and then let the no longer-patient husband do as he pleased.
But last night, when Master Chen took the initiative to stop being a gentleman, it really startled her……But the slightly rough movements, hurried breaths, and the burning eyes all made her feel a stronger joy than before.
Last night's Master Chen was more than usual, tugging at her heartstrings and causing her a sense of unease.
Although she was eventually unable to bear it, she endured for a long time, not resisting at all, just to experience the unusual oppression.
With a gentle breeze, Zhu Nanzi blushed and touched her burning cheeks. Her soft and gentle murmur sounded like a pulled thread: "Master Chen..."
She wondered if Master Chen would be the same tonight, every move filling her heart, making her admire him.
She was lost in thought for a long time, then quickly turned and walked towards the house: "I can't think about it anymore. Now that Master Chen is not here, it's useless to think about it. First, I'll clean up the house..."
Muttering to herself, Zhu Nanzi paused for a moment as she was about to cross the threshold. She took a few steps back and looked up at the bright blue sky in the distance.
Although they were far apart, with Zhu Nanzi's cultivation, she could still see the blood-red clouds swirling upwards faintly.
Huanwu quickly stood up and ran to Zhu Nanzi's side, holding a broken array stone in her hand: "Miss, the sensing stone placed a month ago has been damaged. Li Huangquan has breakthrough to the Zhenzhao realm."
Hearing this, Zhu Nanzi furrowed her eyebrows slightly and pressed down the rush in her mind: "So fast?"
Huanwu would observe the Blood Royal Sect every few days, and according to her original plan, Li Huangquan shouldn't have breakthrough so quickly to the Zhenzhao realm...
Had he encountered some unexpected opportunities?
After pondering for a few seconds, Zhu Nanzi looked at Huanwu: "Go and take a look; act as you see fit."
Huanwu understood what Zhu Nanzi meant, so she left immediately.
Zhu Nanzi took a step back into the house, pushing the incident out of her mind. After all, 'Heaven is big and the husband is biggest.'
Zhu Nanzi hummed the folk melody tune again with particular focus on cleaning the bedroom. After all, last night's overwhelming affection for Master Chen had left her in an unusually good physical condition, resulting in quite a few traces.
Only after Zhu Nanzi's chaotic thoughts were finally sorted out did the time come to noon.
Wiping the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand, Zhu Nanzi sat in front of a vanity table against the wall, resting one hand under her chin, and looked at the newly changed light silk sheets on the bed. A hint of shyness flickered in her sky blue eyes.
The light-colored sheets show stains more clearly, which mysteriously makes Master Chen seem to have more strength.
That's how it was last night. Master Chen was like a wild beast met with a flood.
Her eyes misty, Zhu Nanzi slowly lay down and rested her head on her arm. The bed not far away gradually became blurry.
The fatigue from staying up late and waking up early, from washing clothes by hand, and from cleaning the house had caused her to fall asleep without realizing it, lying against the vanity table.
The shallow and steady breathing sounds, Zhu Nanzi felt her body lighten up in her dreams. It wasn't long before she felt the soft bed pressing against her back.
"Hmm... Master Chen, don't make trouble…"
"How did you know it was me?" Lu Jin'an, one hand supporting the bed and the other slowly untying her belt, asked softly as he looked at Zhu Nanzi, who murmured.
With still some fatigue, Zhu Nanzi opened her sleepy eyes and looked at him. She muttered, "Master Chen, my body won't resist yours~"
Lu Jin'an smiled: "Then you continue sleeping and don't resist."
"Um..." Zhu Nanzi, turning her head away, was startled by the bright light and suddenly became a little more alert: "Master... Master Chen, it's not dark yet."
"This isn't important." Lu Jin'an leaned down and bit her soft earlobe: "What's important is that I miss you, and I have a surprise for you, my lady."
"Surprise?" Zhu Nanzi blinked, then pushed his shoulders as if remembering something: "My body is sweating, and I haven't bathed yet..."
"Not at all, my lady smells nice." Lu Jin'an took out a black cloth and covered Zhu Nanzi's eyes with it.
"Master Chen?" Zhu Nanzi added a tremor in her voice: "What does this mean?"
"Today I want to play something exciting with my lady. Will you?" Lu Jin'an asked lightly.
Zhu Nanzi unconsciously clutched the bedsheet, her breathing grew rapid, her voice trembled with a mix of shyness and timidity, underlying a hint of anticipation.
"I, I'll listen to whatever Master Chen says~"
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