Seeing Jing Zhe rushing towards her like a vicious dog pouncing on its prey, Mu Qingren didn't even have time to pick up her clothes. Her flawless, beautiful body stretched out freely in the cool air as she jumped away.
"Still running? Watch out, or I'll catch you and beat you up!"
After missing his target on his first attempt, Jing Zhe uttered a harsh remark, then changed direction and continued the chase.
Outside the dilapidated temple, wind and rain raged.
Inside the temple, a bonfire blazed brightly. A man and a woman, one half-naked and the other completely naked, were chasing each other brazenly within the temple grounds. The scene was...utterly shocking...
Even though Jing Zhe's lightness skill was better than Mu Qingren's, he was injured on the back and was wearing trousers soaked with rain, making it difficult for him to walk and run. So he couldn't catch up with him even after chasing for a while.
In a moment of quick thinking, he ran back to the campfire, but then tripped over something and fell to the ground, clutching his face with one hand and rubbing his back with the other, crying out in pain.
Mu Qingren stopped instantly.
Without even thinking twice, she rushed forward; every action was a true reflection of her inner thoughts.
"What's wrong?"
After squatting down, Mu Qingren asked anxiously, thinking that Jing Zhe had aggravated his wound again.
"pain…"
"where?"
"here…"
As he spoke, Jing Zhe suddenly stood up and, before Mu Qingren could react, pulled her into his arms and pressed her hand against his chest again.
"It hurts here."
Jing Zhe looked at Mu Qingren with deep affection, and the blinding white light almost made him lose his sight.
When Mu Qingren's hand was grabbed by him, she initially thought he was in pain. But when he placed his hand on his chest and looked at her with affection, Mu Qingren realized she had been deceived.
I want to get out and leave, but it's not that easy.
Jing Zhe held her knees with one hand, and with the other hand, he slipped his hand under her back and placed it on a steamed bun to the side. Then, with a forceful pull, he squeezed the bun into Jing Zhe's arms...
Mu Qingren struggled to stick her head out, still protesting.
"No!!"
"You have to listen to women in reverse. When they say no, they actually mean they want it. Don't you agree, Master?"
These two, master and apprentice, one a garden owner and the other a pavilion master, are quite interesting.
"..."
Mu Qingren paused for a second, then whispered, "I want..."
"Alright, since you want it, what else can I say? I can only respectfully comply!"
As he spoke, he squeezed her soft backside with his large hand, preparing to do something indescribable. Mu Qingren gritted her teeth and shouted "Liar!" before slapping him.
The blow landed squarely on Jing Zhe's wound, causing him to hiss and gasp in pain.
"You dared to do something naughty!"
Mu Qingren said something in a fit of pique, but then softened her heart: "Where did you hit me? Does it hurt a lot?"
This time, Jing Zhe didn't play any tricks. Instead, he picked up Mu Qingren and placed her on his lap. The two sat facing each other, truly open with each other, and he said with a smile, "Feeling sorry for her?"
Mu Qingren didn't speak, but her expression betrayed her.
Jing Zhe reached out and carefully and gently separated her long hair, which was stuck together because it was soaked, then cupped her face and leaned in close.
Mu Qingren had already anticipated what would happen next. She felt she should push him away, but her hand wouldn't obey her commands and remained hanging there, unable to be lifted.
How about... just this once...?
She comforted herself.
Then, Jing Zhe's head pressed against hers, gently touching her forehead before separating.
Mu Qingren gave him a grateful look and spoke first, "This isn't right. I was being willful before, and it's unfair to Yingqiu. If Yingqiu finds out I... stole her man..."
As she spoke, she lowered her head, not daring to look at Jing Zhe.
Perhaps they had never experienced such a situation before. They could still speak when their backs were to Jing Zhe, but now that they were face to face, they suddenly felt ashamed to say certain things.
But Jing Zhe wouldn't let her off the hook. He reached out again, pinched her chin, and made her head look up at him.
"This isn't because you stole her man. I think if the owner knew you were doing this with me, she would definitely support you!"
"How...is this possible?"
Mu Qingren exclaimed in surprise.
"Why not?"
As Jing Zhe spoke, his hand moved down and grabbed the steamed bun that had been pressed against his back.
Mu Qingren gave a soft snort and was about to reach out to slap his hand away, but Jing Zhe only glanced at her and said "Good girl." As if bewitched, she immediately put her hand back, letting him do whatever he wanted to her. Slowly, it seemed that apart from the shame in her heart, she was actually starting to like this feeling...
"Why is that impossible? When I was with the owner of the garden, she often urged me to find other women, but I'm a man of high moral character and not the kind of lecherous person, so I never did anything about it..."
Jing Zhe's hands moved in various ways, sometimes kneading the steamed bun into waves, sometimes squeezing it into a large pancake, and sometimes even lifting it into a pagoda.
Mu Qingren's breathing became erratic, her breaths becoming heavy, but she still said, "You... you're lying! You're not... a lecher? I don't believe you! What's wrong with Qingqiu?"
Mu Qingren gets angry whenever Qingqiu is mentioned.
Previously, she was only angry because she felt indignant on behalf of Wang Yingqiu, but now, she felt a growing sense of anger, as if she herself was being wronged…
"Qingqiu, didn't I already tell you she's my third sister?"
Jing Zhe tightened his grip, causing Mu Qingren to gasp in pain.
"What, is the Pavilion Master even jealous of my third sister?"
Mu Qingren was panting heavily, "Who knows... if you've numbered all your women, and she's... the third one, so you call her... Third Sister?"
"..."
Jing Zhe was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.
"The Pavilion Master's imagination is truly amazing!"
Mu Qingren pursed her lips, then asked, "Yingqiu...did she really say something like that?"
"If the Pavilion Master doesn't believe me, he can always ask the Garden Owner!"
Mu Qingren was naturally embarrassed to ask such a question, but she was still very curious: "Why would Yingqiu say that?"
"because…"
Jing Zhe chuckled: "I think it's better for the Pavilion Master to experience this for himself!"
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