Chapter 33 Ah Que Can't Breathe! A Sign of Impending Danger
Jiang Yuemian was taken aback, then immediately chuckled. After laughing, she asked, "Is A-Que jealous?"
Shen Que couldn't quite explain his emotions. He felt that it was normal for someone like his master to have one or two close female friends, but... but he just didn't want his master to be intimate with others, even before they met.
The thought of his master being intimate with others, or even with other people, caused his jealousy to grow uncontrollably.
His thoughts were completely absorbed in wondering who his master had been training with.
That person must be spending every day with the Master. Could it be Qianshanzui?
His face paled. He was certain he had guessed correctly; he was the most likely candidate—childhood sweethearts, inseparable since infancy, and their swordsmanship was evenly matched...
"Ah Que?"
Shen Que's thoughts were brought back to normal by the call, but he was still a little jealous and reluctantly said, "Master."
Jiang Yuemian patted his head. Shen Que was taller than her, even in bed, so she could only lift her head.
"Apart from Ah-Chueh, I have never been intimate with anyone else."
This explanation instantly improved Shen Que's unpleasant expression, and he even put on a smile. However, in just a moment, the corners of his eyes turned red with embarrassment.
Master, Master has never been intimate with anyone else, does that mean it's Master's first time with him?!
He felt his face burning hot, and his heart burning hot too; this was the first time he had ever been with a loved one.
However, why is Master so skilled at it? It's as if he knows a lot.
"I sometimes read storybooks."
Oh, right, Master has always enjoyed reading storybooks, and those storybooks must contain these plots. He is now overwhelmed with joy and only wants to indulge in the gentle embrace of "Jiang Yuemian".
However, the two of them couldn't stay in the room forever. It was fine for the master and disciple to talk, but it would be strange if they didn't go out.
The two straightened their slightly disheveled clothes and went out of the house.
It was midday, and they were getting hungry. Although everyone had fasting pills in their storage bags, who would eat that stuff if there was fresh food available?
After discussing it, everyone decided that Shen Que would be in charge of cooking, with Nangong Chen and Nangong Sheng assisting. The three of them would cook the dishes.
As for the people other than the three of them, Miss Song Shanshan and the others naturally wouldn't touch a drop of water, and Jiang Yuemian, needless to say, how could she have the honor of letting the Immortal Venerable cook for them?
If Jiang Yuemian really went, would they dare to eat it?
Fortunately, cooking was easy, since there were only six people, and three grown men had plenty of strength.
When Shen Que started cooking, although the young ladies didn't know how to cook, they would still help by handing them some things.
At this moment, Nangong Momo was handing Shen Que water. Smelling the aroma of the food in the pot, she couldn't help but sigh, "Shen Que, your future wife will definitely be very lucky."
The food is so delicious. Although she hasn't tasted it yet, she can already imagine how good it is. Moreover, Shen is also very talented and good-looking. If it weren't for the fact that he's not her type, she would have made a move long ago.
Since coming out of the rain room with Jiang Yuemian, Shen Que had been in a very good mood. After listening to Nangong Momo's words, he felt shy but remained expressionless: "Yes, it is a blessing that I can be with her."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Jiang Yuemian unintentionally.
Jiang Yuemian was lying on the chaise lounge, also looking this way. Their eyes met, and then Jiang Yuemian gave his lips an ambiguous look.
Chen Que awkwardly looked away and continued with his work.
"Oh? So, Shen Que, you have someone you like?"
Nangong Momo hadn't noticed the interaction between the two earlier; she was only focused on the food. After hearing Shen Que say that, she looked up as if she had discovered something extraordinary and quickly asked him for details.
"Um."
Nangong Momo was even more surprised: "What kind of person is she?" She couldn't understand how Shen Que, who looked so cold, could like someone? Could it be that Shen Que was a cold person in front of others, but a sweet and affectionate husband in front of them?
Huh? She shook her head instantly. Impossible! Absolutely impossible! That's too terrifying! Shen Que definitely isn't like that; she couldn't imagine how terrifying it would be if Shen Que were like that.
"She is the bright moon hanging high in the sky."
As Shen Que spoke, his eyes softened instantly, as if he was thinking of his beloved through those words.
Nangong Momo shuddered. Shen Que actually had this side to him? She couldn't tell him, lest she end up being fed a mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).
The dishes were quickly cooked and served.
Shen Que first got chopsticks for Jiang Yuemian, and then placed a bowl in front of her as well.
"Wow, Uncle-Master, you've made a good choice in taking on this disciple!"
Who else could it be but Nangong Sheng with that cheeky tone?
"If your cultivation level improves, you can take on disciples sooner."
Jiang Yuemian's unspoken message was to focus on her cultivation and mind her own business. Although A-Que was indeed taking good care of her, she didn't want A-Que to feel awkward.
"Ha, ha. I'll need many more years then." Nangong Sheng replied awkwardly, then focused on eating. The food his junior brother Shen made was really delicious, so he decided to shut up.
Jiang Yuemian raised an eyebrow at Chen Que's smug expression, which warmed Chen Que's heart and brought a tender look to his face.
His master cares about him.
After dinner, Song Shanshan and Nangong Momo volunteered to wash the dishes, but Jiang Yuemian took out a small box from her storage bag.
"Master, what is this?"
Shen Que asked in confusion, and the others also looked at Jiang Yuemian with curiosity.
Surrounded by onlookers, Jiang Yuemian said, "This is a fully automatic dishwasher I made. Just put the dishes and chopsticks in it, and it will wash them clean by itself."
"Wow!!!! Immortal Venerable, you are so amazing!" Song Shanshan, a little fangirl, praised with starry eyes.
The others also wore expressions of admiration.
Jiang Yuemian said that this was nothing, and she had figured it out before setting off. Of course, the principle was the same as that of a modern dishwasher.
Even 001 praised her for her skillful hands when she finished making it!
So, of course, no one else had to lift a finger, leaving Song Shanshan and Nangong to watch the dishwasher silently.
......
It got dark quickly. Jiang Yuemian was in her first relationship and really wanted to be close to her boyfriend.
After taking a shower, she smelled herself and thought she smelled nice. Then, she quietly knocked on the door of Chen Que's house.
The door opened quickly, and Shen Que seemed to have just finished showering, his hair was still dripping wet, and his face looked a little rosy from the steam.
Jiang Yuemian realized she didn't want to leave that night. Before Shen Que could react, she quickly slipped into the house, leaned against the door, and closed it behind her.
"Ah-Chu, have you missed me?"
Jiang Yuemian couldn't stop thinking about it. She didn't know if other people were like this when they were in love. Even though they hadn't seen each other for only an afternoon, she was already getting impatient.
Shen Que was a little embarrassed. He didn't answer, but a blush slowly spread behind his ears.
Jiang Yuemian was somewhat dissatisfied with Shen Que's response, so she pouted and gestured for him to kiss her.
The body was still leaning forward, waiting to sink down.
Despite feeling ashamed, Shen Que's body was quite honest; like a devout believer, he closed his eyes and kissed those pouting red lips.
Jiang Yuemian was a little satisfied now. After Shen Que stepped back, she sat directly on the bed. She really wanted to hug and kiss Shen Que.
Hmph, Ah Que doesn't seem to miss her at all.
"Ah-Que, come sit down!"
Shen Que had no choice but to sit next to her.
A glint flashed in Jiang Yuemian's eyes, and then, when Shen Que wasn't paying attention, she suddenly pounced on him and knocked him down onto the bed.
Shen Que felt a soft blanket touch his back in an instant.
"Ah-Que, let's kiss properly~"
"Is it okay~"
Chen Que's throat bobbed, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."
So Jiang Yuemian immediately kissed those red lips.
She started by taking a small, tentative approach, carefully outlining the shape of Shen Que's lips. Even with her eyes closed, she could guess Shen Que's expression; it must be one of shyness. She stopped thinking about anything else and focused on feeling that softness.
So soft, so incredibly soft, she couldn't get enough of kissing her.
But halfway through the kiss, Jiang Yuemian became dissatisfied. She frowned, wondering why A-Que wasn't kissing her.
Her lips abruptly left Shen Que's lips.
Before he could even process what he had just experienced, he felt a profound emptiness within him.
What's wrong with Master? Is it because he's not kissable?
He had clearly applied lip balm before his master arrived.
His eyes were wet as he looked up at Jiang Yuemian, his voice hoarse: "Master, what's wrong?"
What's wrong? Why didn't you kiss her first?
Jiang Yuemian, not one to hold her anger in, said directly, "A-Que, you have to kiss me, don't just stand still and let me kiss you the whole time."
Shen Que's face turned even redder. "Master, Master, you're so direct!" He thought that was what kissing was all about. Then he felt annoyed. He was so useless. He didn't even know how to do that.
"Okay, now kiss me." After saying that, Jiang Yuemian lowered her head, and her lips were only a finger's width away from Shen Que's lips.
Shen Que was afraid that his master would dislike his lack of skill, so he immediately took the initiative to stick close to him.
His body was stiff, probably because Jiang Yuemian's kiss had made him weak. He slowly imitated Jiang Yuemian's actions, first gently grinding his lips together. When he found that Jiang Yuemian showed no sign of leaving, he carefully began to hold Jiang Yuemian's lower lip in his mouth and slowly suck. When he felt Jiang Yuemian's body begin to relax, he remembered what Jiang Yuemian had done last time.
He secretly opened his eyes. Jiang Yuemian's eyes were closed, but her eyelashes were long, and there was a hint of desire on her face, making her appear even more vivid.
He boldly continued to probe deeper with his tongue, but it was immediately enveloped by Jiang Yuemian as soon as it entered. Then, Jiang Yuemian invaded his mouth, surging and stealing the air from his mouth. Slowly, his eyes became more moist, and his face flushed even more. He made a sound of pleasure.
"Hmm..."
Jiang Yuemian continued to swallow his sobs into her abdomen, her hand running through Shen Que's hair. Just as Shen Que felt his mind go blank and he was about to suffocate, Jiang Yuemian let him go.
He was panting heavily.
"Ah, you don't know how to breathe properly!"
Jiang Yuemian was very happy. She loved kissing Aque. She felt that Aque's lips were so soft today that she wanted to swallow them whole.
However, today she wanted to try something else.
Her hand slowly moved downwards, her eyes gesturing to Chen Que, "Is it alright?"
Shen Que was very nervous. How could his master do such a thing? After struggling repeatedly, he finally gave up and closed his eyes, the meaning of which was self-evident.
Jiang Yuemian's eyes lit up, and she continued downwards.
Just as they were about to meet—
"Chen Que—"
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Author's Note: Here it comes!
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