The guest room lights were dim.
Luo Xuanqing, dressed in a black dress, pinned Ye Xingge him a good beating, but it was just patting and hitting; she definitely didn't use any serious force.
Ye Xingge lay on the couch and raised her hand to cover herself.
"I'm so sorry, I did a really good job today, I thought Sister Luo was going to reward me..."
Luo Xuanqing thought this brat was utterly lawless, already treating her, his female boss, like a Daoist partner!
But then again...
Ye Xingge performed exceptionally well today, much to Wen Zhuohua's envy. She hadn't done anything, and hadn't even received a reward afterward. What else could they be but a cultivation partner...?
Luo Xuanqing paused for a moment, then stopped, his eyes turning slightly cold:
"I was just about to give you a reward because of your meritorious service, but since you took it yourself, there's nothing left."
"Ah?"
Ye Xingge frowned, sat up, and said sincerely:
"It was my fault for being so rude. Li Wangchao is dozens of ranks higher than me. I really risked my life to scheme against him..."
"Hmph~"
Luo Xuanqing tucked away her long, black-stockinged legs, sat sideways on the couch, and adopted an expression that brooked no disobedience:
"You've already received an excessive reward; now you can only ask for something reasonable."
If it's not excessive, can it still be called a reward...? Ye Xingge felt that he had indeed acted impulsively just now, and after a moment's consideration:
"Then shall I massage Sister Luo's shoulders and legs as an apology?"
"Um?"
Luo Xuanqing was puzzled and waved his hand, saying:
"No need... eh?"
"You are welcome."
Ye Xingge was quite adept at handling things. He reached out and pulled Great Beauty Luo's long, black-stockinged legs over, beginning to massage her feet to relax them. "When I practiced martial arts, I inevitably suffered falls and injuries, and I often needed to relax my muscles and bones. I know how to do this, and I'm really good at it..."
As the saying goes, "men's head and women's feet, "Luo Xuanqing's face flushed red as a man kneaded her jade-like feet, which were encased in black stockings, and she tried to pull them back.
But the man's eyes were sincere, his movements were professional, and he didn't lift her skirt, so he didn't seem like he was taking advantage of her.
For this reason, Luo Xuanqing held back for a moment, then simply frowned and said:
"A grown man massaging a woman's feet? Don't you feel ashamed?"
How could this be considered a loss of face...?
Ye Xingge held and played with the black-stockinged bare feet, smiling as she said:
" Sister Luo has taken care of me for so long, it's only right that I serve her in return."
As he spoke, he pressed his fingertip against the acupoint on the sole of his foot and pressed hard.
Ah~
Her voice was delicate and melodious, as if she were weeping and lamenting.
Luo Xuanqing's erection hardened, her face burning red again. She tried to maintain the composure of an icy female boss, but the boy's grip was surprisingly strong, and she quickly said:
"Be gentler, be gentler..."
Upon hearing that Ye Xingge, fox-like voice, Ye Xingge's Dao heart hardened. He held on for a moment before continuing to play with her soft, yielding toes.
"How is it? Comfortable?"
Luo Xuanqing's forehead was covered in a fine sweat, but he had to admit it was quite comfortable, a hint of something unusual in his eyes:
"You're quite something, aren't you? This is the service you wanted to pay extra for?"
Ye Xingge had joked about this with the Great Beauty Luo before, and now he shook his head:
"This service is free. Any services that actually charge are legitimate. I used to run an inn, and to attract business, I learned storytelling for a few days. Sister Luo, would you like to hear some?"
With her feet resting in the man's lap and nothing else to do, Luo Xuanqing leaned against the couch.
"Really? What kind of jokes do you know?"
" The Chronicle of the Martial Emperor."
Ye Xingge recalled for a moment, then said in an old-fashioned tone, "A long, long time ago, on a solitary peak on the Hedong..."
The Chronicle of the Martial Emperor tells the story of Lü Chuan, the ancestor of Martial Emperor Mountain. He was one of the few people in history who gathered all Twelve Divine Weapons and attained immortality.
Luo Xuanqing was once a direct descendant of Mount Jiuhua and had dealt with Martial Emperor Mountain for many years. He had heard this anecdote so many times that after listening for a while, he found it utterly uninteresting.
"How about something less common, like ' Tears Splashed at Cloud Pavilion '?"
"Cloud... um?"
Ye Xingge was stunned, pondering the story. It seemed to be about a wandering swordsman who encountered a naive and aloof fairy in Mount Jiuhua, only to abandon her after taking advantage of her...
Because it smears the Three Northern Mountains and contains some risqué content, this kind of joke is taboo and is normally only told in secret.
It's quite interesting that the Great Beauty Luo, who hails from Mount Jiuhua, would still be involved in this role...
Seeing Ye Xingge's strange expression, Luo Xuanqing snorted:
"What? You're afraid to speak?"
"That's not entirely true."
Seeing that the Great Beauty Luo indeed someone to listen to, and adhering to the principle that a customer is always right, Ye Xingge cleared his throat, adding a touch of god-like charm to his tone:
"The verdant peaks of Jiuhua rise amidst mist and clouds, the ancient temple bells toll by the stream, and countless tales of worldly grievances drift to the pavilion under the mountain moon. Today's story begins at Mount Jiuhua..."
His clear and powerful voice certainly demonstrates considerable skill.
Luo Xuanqing was like a concubine listening to music in a brothel; she was initially just joking, but after listening for a few moments, she found that it actually had some merit.
However, having his feet held and kneaded by this brat was making him a little uneasy, and he could only silently chant:
Calm down, calm down, listen to the audiobook properly...
That brat, he doesn't want any other benefits, but he's really enjoying giving his female boss a foot massage. That's strange...
at the same time.
Hongyu, already dressed in her Dust-Returning Robe, crept like a sneaky little mouse to an empty room near the guest room. Lying on the bed, Hongyu listened to Ye Xingge's movements and asked:
What are you doing?
Ye Xingge was admiring the black stockings and didn't know how to respond, so he simply spoke slowly and deliberately:
"The window paper was closed, the candlelight flickered, the silk curtains fell, and only a few soft breaths could be heard outside..."
"Huh~..."
Although Hongyu came from a martial arts background, this was the first time she had heard such a crude joke, and she couldn't help but show a disgusted face, with a hint of sourness in her eyes.
But now it was 'the time for a flirtatious act,' and she couldn't intervene, so she dialed her master's number again:
"Master?"
"Gurgle"
"Master hasn't returned yet?"
"Gurgle."
Hongyu frowned slightly, not knowing what her master had gone to do, so she could only lean against the bed and eavesdrop.
After a moment, he found Ye Xingge's storytelling quite interesting, and the flirtatious girl was also quite honest, never making any promises she didn't keep.
But before long, she realized she was overthinking it.
Before I knew it, it was already past midnight.
Only a few scattered lights remained Mysterious Armament Pavilion.
In the guest room, Ye Xingge played with the long, black-stockinged legs for half an hour, and having had his fill, he happily washed up and rested.
Meanwhile, in the next room, Luo Xuanqing felt a little embarrassed.
She hadn't accomplished anything; it was Ye Xingge who risked her life to kill the thief. Later that evening Ye Xingge even gave her, his female boss, a massage as an apology. And she, after being talked back to, acted aloof for ages, offering no favors whatsoever. Is this still the wealthy and generous older sister she always was?
She had thought that after serving him, he would make some requests, but Ye Xingge really didn't ask for anything and simply said goodnight.
Luo Xuanqing leaned against the pillow, a thin blanket covering his chest, feeling as if something was missing.
But as a female boss, she couldn't very well go and flirt with men again. So she took out her "United Hearts Plaque and closed her eyes to sense her surroundings. The feeling of being embraced by a man returned; it seemed as if two large hands were holding her feet, kneading and soothing them...?
Are you out of your mind?
I'm trying to sleep in the middle of the night, and you're still massaging my feet and legs?
Luo Xuanqing was stunned. He first thought hard about chest muscles and abdominal muscles, then he poked his head out from under the covers:
[what's on your mind?]
The brand responded very quickly:
[I wasn't thinking about anything. Sister Luo can't sleep? Should I come over?]
[Tch, just go to sleep.]
Okay, whatever.
"..."
Luo Xuanqing saw the words "The wolf's ambition is obvious" and felt strange. After teasing him with the cards for a couple of sentences, he closed his eyes again, wanting to see what "dreaming together" meant.
As I closed my eyes and cleared my mind, my breathing gradually became even, and I drifted off to sleep.
Dreams have many unique characteristics, such as:
1. I never knew where to begin.
2. The content of dreams follows the subconscious, that is, one's own will, and cannot be controlled at will like the Flower and Moon Pendant.
3. The emotions and physiological reactions are extremely real, but the logic can be wildly imaginative, and it is difficult to doubt the truth. Once you realize something is wrong, you wake up.
When two people dream together, it naturally means that they jointly construct the dream world.
What a lonely man and woman might dream about is self-evident...