After washing her hair, her patience had reached its limit. Exhausted, she leaned back on the soft couch with her wet hair down and began to happily read the newly printed storybook.
"Master, are you done washing? I'll come and pour you some water." Jiang Yan gently knocked on the door from outside.
"No need," Shu Yun said, resting her elbows on the soft couch and flipping through the book in her hand. "Just leave it there, I'll tidy it up slowly tomorrow."
Saying this means you've finished washing.
"I'm coming in, Master." Jiang Yan knocked on the door again, then pushed it open and entered. After passing the screen, he saw his master lying on the couch reading a book.
Shu Yun looked up at him and said, "You don't need to worry about it, go and get some rest."
Jiang Yan frowned and shook his head, his hands moving non-stop as he tidied up the soap and the Taoist robe he had changed out of. "Pingyang is very humid. Keeping so much water in the inner room can easily make people sick."
The boy was quick and skillful, as if he had done this before, and soon he had cleaned things up.
He took a clean handkerchief and walked behind his master, expertly beginning to dry her hair. Her jet-black, smooth hair was held in his hands as he focused on drying it.
A woman and a sixteen-year-old boy were alone in a room, and the boy was even drying the woman's hair. What's more, the two were teacher and student. If the women around saw this scene, they would definitely shout and scold them for being shameless and not knowing how to avoid suspicion.
There was no one else in the courtyard except for the two of them, and neither of them seemed to notice anything amiss.
As a goddess of Penglai, Shu Yun naturally had people eager to serve her. In Penglai, all kinds of trivial matters were taken care of by little demons. As long as she was willing, someone would peel a grape or even feed it to her mouth. Moreover, the people of Penglai were open-minded, and men and women were free to do whatever they wanted without any rules.
Jiang Yan grew up in brothels, where he was always the one to clean up the mess after the courtesans had served their customers. He had seen it all. Before meeting his master, he once thought that he might be destined to be a "bedroom plaything."
After all, in such a place, his gradually unfolding beautiful appearance was most likely to attract those patrons and bring trouble upon them.
Neither of them reacted much, and their interaction was quite natural.
However, Shu Yun was so comfortable being waited on that she forgot one thing.
Jiang Yan stood behind the soft couch to make it easier for her to dry her hair. From his position, he could clearly see the contents of the book that Shu Yun was holding in front of him. When he occasionally looked up, the contents that caught his eye were erotic and provocative.
I never expected that Master Guangfeng Jiyue would read such a book. He naturally understood matters between men and women, but in the place where he lived, such things were only for survival, and he never thought much about them.
The red color gradually spread from the tips of his ears to the base of his ears, and then climbed up his porcelain-like cheeks, staining his fair, jade-like skin with a thin layer of red.
Jiang Yan slowed down the movements of drying her hair, feeling as if her face was on fire. Her dark, moist eyes involuntarily followed the slender, fair fingers of the person in front of her as they turned the pages of the erotic novel.
It took him a while to come to his senses. He silently lowered his eyes to hide his strangeness, wiping his master's hair, but his mind was a mess. He just mechanically repeated the actions, unaware of what day it was.
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