After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master
Chapter 222 - Crazy

Chapter 222: Crazy

Luo Yueguan seemed to notice Jiang Huai’s gaze and suddenly looked back at him.

“It’s been two months since we last met. Have you and Chu Xianning made any progress?”

Luo Yueguan asked indifferently, as if she already anticipated the answer and just wanted to irritate him.

“There hasn’t been any progress,” Jiang Huai replied innocently.

As for progress, Jiang Huai felt he had made a significant step forward, but that was a secret between him and his master, a secret he couldn’t tell Luo Yueguan.

“Your wedding with Qingyu is next year. Are you going to cling to your master like a mangy dog until then?”

“I’ve talked it over with Qingyu. Aunt Luo needn’t worry; I know my limits.”

“You’d better,” Luo Yueguan huffed, turning her face away.

Jiang Huai said nothing more, simply leaning back in his chair, letting the cool breeze of the courtyard brush against his skin.

After returning to the courtyard, Luo Yueguan undid the hair accessory that held her hair, letting her black locks lazily cascade down. Her delicate, fair feet were hidden under her skirt, only revealing a glimpse when she crossed her legs.

Luo Yueguan’s gaze returned to the distant moon, her eyelashes slightly lowered.

It wasn’t exactly sadness.

She never knew how to describe her emotions. Sometimes she could sit in the courtyard for a long time without a word, and at other times, the slightest disturbance made her want to go mad.

When she felt like going mad, the inner demons would incessantly whisper in her ear, but lately, they appeared less and less. She thought this was a good sign, yet deep down, she felt an inexplicable unease.

It was like the calm before a storm.

“Jiang Huai.”

“Hmm?”

“I feel so uncomfortable, my chest is tight,” Luo Yueguan said, looking back at him with an awkward tone that seemed especially stubborn, yet also faintly pitiful.

Jiang Huai stood up, approached her, and reached out his hand. Luo Yueguan’s wrist was caught in his palm, and he earnestly checked her pulse, using a trace of faint spiritual energy to sense her body. Everything seemed normal, with no abnormalities.

“Besides feeling tight in the chest, do you have any other sensations?”

“My heart doesn’t feel right either.”

“What does that feel like?”

“It feels empty... cold...”

Luo Yueguan’s lips moved slightly, describing her true feelings.

Jiang Huai scratched his head.

Her body was normal, so it might just be a psychological issue. Considering Luo Yueguan’s personality, full of contradictions and mood swings, with chaotic thoughts and a restless mind, it was natural that her body’s sensations might be misjudged. Jiang Huai thought for a moment, then went behind her and asked.

“Your body is fine, and my medical skills are no worse than Granny Jiuyou’s. She would say the same. Maybe you’ve just been thinking too much lately, and your mind is tired. Shall I give you a massage?”

“You... go ahead,” Luo Yueguan’s voice seemed a bit reluctant.

So Jiang Huai placed his hands on her shoulders. Luo Yueguan’s body was not warm, perhaps due to her Ice Soul Profound Body, as if her skin itself was cold. Jiang Huai’s fingers, through her clothes, pinched her shoulders, then moved up to her neck. Luo Yueguan slightly squinted her eyes, the touch bringing a faint electric current that seemed to revive her numb body.

When Jiang Huai’s fingers pressed on her waist, she couldn’t help but laugh, complaining.

“That tickles.”

“It’s normal to feel ticklish,” Jiang Huai said, his fingertips gently pressing on her waist and ribs, then added,

“Raise your hands up high.”

Luo Yueguan obediently lifted her hands, and Jiang Huai lightly scraped her underarm, making her laugh out loud. He then lowered her hands and looked at her profile.

“Still feeling tight in the chest?”

“It seems better. Now that my body’s been massaged, can you rub my legs?”

“You really know how to order people around.”

Jiang Huai moved a chair to sit in front of her. Luo Yueguan was taken aback for a moment before she realized and lifted her slender leg, resting it on his thigh. Jiang Huai reached out and gently grasped her foot.

“Massage it well, don’t take advantage,” Luo Yueguan warned again.

Jiang Huai’s response to her warning was to press hard on the sole of her foot. Luo Yueguan’s pink and white toes instantly curled up, her body leaning back slightly as she glared at Jiang Huai in front of her. But she didn’t speak again, just watching him as he kneaded her little foot, then moved up to her calf, her tense body gradually softening.

But ultimately, separated by her silk dress, Luo Yueguan always felt as if she was being tickled through a layer, as if without that silk dress, his fingertips would directly touch her skin, and she would fully and truly feel the heat of his fingers.

So she said,

“It’s uncomfortable to be massaged through clothes.”

“You’re trying to tempt me into saying ‘then you take off your clothes’? I’m not falling for that.”

“What if I took them off myself, would you dare to press on?”

“If I say I dare or don’t dare, you’re still so hard to please. Rather than always speaking in riddles to me, just do as you like.”

Jiang Huai replied listlessly. He really couldn’t figure out Luo Yueguan’s thoughts. Biting her lip, Luo Yueguan made a bold decision after a moment.

“Wait for me in the room.”

...

Jiang Huai sat on Luo Yueguan’s bed, bored out of his mind.

Luo Yueguan had gone to the backyard to bathe, and at this moment, he didn’t have much expectation for a sensual scene. For some reason, since he saw Luo Yueguan’s tears this morning, he had lost his original lust for her. Whenever a trace of desire for her body surfaced, he would remember those tearful eyes.

It was as if he could hear Luo Yueguan silently pleading for help, but he didn’t know how to proceed.

When Luo Yueguan returned to the room, she was wearing a light purple gauze dress, so thin it seemed to cling to her porcelain-white body, slightly damp from the steam.

Luo Yueguan had a great figure, voluptuous and seductive compared to Chu Xianning’s slender one. Her full, peach-like bottom were especially enticing, but her waist and legs retained a girl’s delicacy. Qingyu inherited her good figure from Luo Yueguan, with soft bottom that, especially when swaying in sync with Jiang Huai Jr., would often make Jiang Huai Jr.’s head spin. Occasionally, he couldn’t resist slapping them, and seeing the red marks on her pale skin brought an inexplicable pleasure.

It wasn’t Jiang Huai who led Luo Qingyu astray, but rather Luo Qingyu who corrupted Jiang Huai Jr.!

Luo Yueguan handed Jiang Huai a porcelain bottle containing a floral dew that, when applied to the body, emitted a fragrant scent. Presumably, this was the source of Luo Yueguan’s own scent. Her light purple gauze dress was extremely thin and particularly short.

The room’s lighting was so bright that Jiang Huai felt something was off.

The woman standing before him was his mother-in-law, whom he might have to call “mother” after the marriage. The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed, so he decided not to think about it and extinguished the room’s glowing stone lamp, lighting a bedside lamp instead. Luo Yueguan stared at him intently and relit the glowing stone, the bright light illuminating her porcelain-white skin.

“I don’t like it too dark.”

“Suit yourself,” Jiang Huai replied, still listless.

Luo Yueguan climbed onto the bed, her back to Jiang Huai, and looked back at him.

“Rub the floral dew on for me.”

Jiang Huai opened the bottle, and Luo Yueguan’s light purple gauze dress was easily torn. She buried her face in the pillow without saying a word.

Her back was smooth and white, her waist slender, but the curves below were excessively full. Jiang Huai thought so as he applied the transparent floral dew evenly on her back. Her skin was already fair and delicate, and now it seemed to glow, but Jiang Huai couldn’t quite explain why at this moment he didn’t feel filled with desire. Instead, he thought of Luo Yueguan’s tearful eyes from earlier in the day.

He carefully applied the floral dew, but then he heard a series of dings, another perverse task from the system, instructing him to take advantage of Luo Yueguan’s current emotional turmoil and harshly torment her clitoris until she became wet like a kitten.

But Jiang Huai really didn’t feel like it. There, in the light, he gently massaged Luo Yueguan’s body, seemingly hearing her faint breaths, yet he ignored them, continuing until he had applied the fragrant floral dew on her back, legs, and buttocks. Then he said.

“The back is done, turn over.”

“I don’t want to, I don’t want you to see.”

“Suit yourself,” Jiang Huai shrugged, but just as he was about to leave, Luo Yueguan turned over.

Some torn pieces of the light purple gauze still clung to her body, barely covering it and revealing large areas of skin. Jiang Huai cocked his head, Luo Yueguan crossed her arms over her chest and squeezed her legs together,

“Go ahead and apply it.”

“You’re really strange,” Jiang Huai commented as he poured the floral dew onto her pale belly and spread it with his fingertips.

Even as Luo Yueguan’s hands unintentionally dropped and her legs slightly parted, Jiang Huai still felt an odd calm. His breathing was even and steady, though his movements were a bit quicker.

“Most of the floral dew will be absorbed by the body, leaving some residue.”

As Jiang Huai’s fingertips left her body, Luo Yueguan suddenly said, “It’s edible, do you want to help me clean it up?”

“I don’t want to.”

“Really don’t want to?”

“Really don’t want to.”

“You could want to.”

“I really don’t want to.”

Jiang Huai smiled helplessly, looking into her eyes, “Feeling better?”

“Much better.”

“Then sleep well, be good.”

“Don’t talk to me in that tone you use to coax children.”

“Oh, turn around for a second.”

“What for?”

Although puzzled, Luo Yueguan turned over, and a moment later, a slap echoed through the room.

“Acting spoiled and playing the elder, isn’t that despicable?”

Jiang Huai’s slap made his own palm red, and her buttocks rippled, lifting his spirits. He took a deep breath.

Being around the capricious Qingyu, he had to be very careful not to let her mood affect him.

The slap made Luo Yueguan tremble all over, her legs lifted, and as she looked back at Jiang Huai, tears almost fell, but her eyes seemed somewhat obsessed.

“Compared to your gentle massage earlier, I think I like you better now, Jiang Huai.”

Jiang Huai pretended to raise his hand again, and Luo Yueguan closed her eyes in fright.

But in her darkness, Jiang Huai just took the blanket and gently covered her.

“Alright, time to sleep.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“If you can’t sleep, you still have to. Qingyu will be back soon.”

“Will you bully Qingyu tonight?”

“What do you mean bully? Qingyu likes it, and besides... you’re not allowed to peep!”

“What if I insist?”

Jiang Huai lifted the blanket, expressionless, and the room echoed with another slap. Luo Yueguan’s skin was already fair, and now the palm print was strikingly red. Jiang Huai’s palm tingled painfully.

“You wouldn’t be so willing to hit Qingyu...”

“Qingyu is Qingyu, you are you. Can you compare with Qingyu?”

“But it doesn’t matter, I’m the mother, I’m stronger than her, I’m not afraid of pain.”

Jiang Huai pulled the blanket over her again to cover her completely, avoiding her tearful gaze, and said irritably.

“Go to sleep, you’re crazy.”

After that, he turned and left the room in a hurry.