clergé - Chapitre 47
"Yes, yes, you always bully me!" Pang Wan pouted, feeling wronged, and shook the tattered palm-leaf fan in her hand with more force.
"I've made up my mind!"
She suddenly raised her head, adopting a resolute posture as if she had made up her mind to overcome all difficulties: "I'm going to peep at him while he's taking a bath!"
With a snap, the century-old snow ginseng in the hands of the Southern Barbarian split into several pieces.
"Do you even have a brain? How can you be so stupid!" He looked at her with an incredulous gaze. "By peeping at a man taking a bath, are you sure you can see every part of his body? If you really want to see his entire body without any reservations, there's only one way..." He suddenly couldn't finish his sentence.
"What method?" Pang Wan tilted her head to look at him, her rosy little face full of excitement.
Looking at her innocent and expectant expression, Nan Yi swallowed hard.
"To have sexual relations with that person."
After a long while, he picked up a cup of hot tea to hide his unease.
*Snap!* The tattered palm-leaf fan fell to the ground with a thud.
"That's right! How come I didn't think of that!" Pang Wan's eyes gleamed as he stood up from the bench, hands on his hips, laughing boisterously, "Hahaha!"
With a "poof," hot tea sprayed out of the Nan Yi's mouth.
"Do you...do you even know what matters between men and women are?!" His entire face was contorted in pain, and the hand holding the teacup began to tremble slightly.
Pang Wan glared at him with disdain: "I know a lot! It's just mating, what's so great about it!" Not only men and women, but also men and men, and even women and women, she basically knew everything about it—who told the Mary Sue Continent to have people who like heavy tastes?
Nan Yi's expression hardened, and he reached out and grabbed Pang Wan like an eagle snatching a chick, pulling him close.
"You idiot! Are you trying to drive me crazy?!" He glared at her fiercely, veins bulging on his forehead, his knuckles cracking. "Idiot! Pig brain!"
Pang Wan trembled from the heat of his raging anger, but she still persisted, saying, "Actually, using a honey trap is quite common..."
"You call yourself a beauty?" Nan Yi sneered and snapped his hand away.
Pang Wan fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, looking utterly disheveled.
"What kind of beauty are you!" He kicked her with his toe; the force wasn't strong, but it hurt.
Pang Wan was already used to the sudden punches and kicks from the Southern Barbarians. Without uttering a sound, he quickly got up and hastily wiped the dust off his face.
"Mind your own business!" she yelled at him, her eyes slightly red, then turned and ran away.
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That night, a distinguished guest arrived at Qixiang Pavilion. He was a petite and handsome young man with a veil covering his face. Since he insisted that he was a young master, the madam went along with it. After all, money talks.
The handsome young man generously ordered the courtesan Bai Shuang and then considerately led her to the carriage himself.
"She's probably just a maid from some wealthy family who ran out to find food for her master!" The madam chuckled as she watched the departing carriage. She had seen this kind of thing far too often and was no longer bothered by it.
On the same evening, after finishing his daily affairs, Gu Xiju went to check on Bai Xiaosheng's condition. After learning that everything was stable, he finally returned to his room for dinner.
Although he was the leader of the martial arts alliance, he was relatively aloof and would always eat alone if he returned late, not wanting to disturb others.
When he returned to his room, the meal was already prepared. Fish, meat, fresh vegetables, and rice sat quietly on the table, along with a pot of warm wine. He picked up his chopsticks, tasted the food, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips—very good, as always, light and refreshing.
The meal was very delicious, and before I knew it, I had finished every last bite of food, not even a drop of wine.
He waved for a maid to clean up the mess, then lit the oil lamp on his desk and slowly began to read some letters by the warm yellow light.
In the still of the night, a single lamp flickers dimly.
As he flipped through the pages, his eyelids grew heavy. He tried his best to stay awake, but his mind was a chaotic mess, and he began to feel dizzy.
The door suddenly creaked open.
A beautiful young woman, veiled and dressed in white, gracefully approached him, her clothes flowing gently in the breeze.
"Why are you drunk?" The young woman gently moved her arm to support the man who was about to fall, her brows slightly furrowed.
—She had calculated that the drug would take effect at this time, but she did not expect that this person had drunk quite a lot of alcohol. She wondered if it would affect the plan.
Gu Xiju ignored her question. He raised his head, looked at her with infatuation, and even reached out to touch her face.
"Are you angry?" he asked her softly, his voice like the finest wine aged for a hundred years, husky yet sweet. "Why are you angry?" He rubbed her brow, as if trying to smooth out the wrinkles.
"Why did you drink so much?" the girl complained, half-jokingly, and stepped forward to support his shoulder. "Come, let's rest together."
Gu Xiju smiled without saying a word, letting her do as she pleased. But from an angle the girl couldn't perceive, his gaze subtly swept over her hair, eyebrows, eyes, and lips.
"You're too heavy..." The girl had never carried anyone before, and at this moment she could only use a primitive method, like dragging a sack, to pull the man towards the bed. "I should remind you to eat less..." she muttered softly.
With a thud, the man suddenly staggered drunkenly, and the two of them tumbled onto the bed, entangled one after the other. The curtains were ripped open with a ripping sound, and a snow-white veil instantly covered the entire bed, dividing the world in two.
Outside the tent, it was cold and desolate; inside, a tender spring dream lingered.
"You care about me? You'll care about me?"
The two bodies were joined together perfectly without any gaps. Gu Xiju tightly wrapped his arms around the girl's waist and whispered against her cheek.
The man's hot breath made the girl feel numb all over. She instinctively wanted to push him away, but in the end she just lowered her arms and gently put them on his waist.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Of course I care about you," she soothed him gently, her voice as melodious as a nightingale's song, while patting the man's shoulder.
Suddenly, my wrist was gripped tightly.
"You lied to me!" Gu Xiju suddenly sat up on one side, his eyes filled with anger and gloom as he looked at her.