Chapter 20 Helping her relieve stress
Bai Hua lay restlessly, and the damp cloth placed on her forehead was shaken off by her tilting head and piled up in her hair.
Her hair was disheveled, with a few strands sticking to her forehead and lips. Her lips were slightly parted, and her breathing was heavy and heaving. She looked extremely decadent, with a more stunningly alluring beauty than usual.
He kept muttering to himself, humming that one word, which was incredibly irritating.
Ning Jue's Adam's apple bobbed as he suppressed his impulsive and worldly desires. He bent down, put his arm around her shoulder, and tried to feed her two cups of cool tea to relieve her internal heat.
She had been humming and muttering for so long that her lips were already dry.
Bai Hua wouldn't cooperate, so Ning Jue had to hold her chin, tilt the cup, and pour the cool tea down her throat. She looked like she was struggling to swallow, and it didn't feel comfortable. After finishing the tea, she bent over and coughed violently for a while, but the strange symptoms didn't improve; instead, her cravings became even stronger.
In her agonizing ordeal, she seemed to regain a brief moment of clarity, her eyes pleading. She tugged at Ning Jue's sleeve as if grasping at a lifeline, and murmured, "Young Master, please help me..."
Ning Jue hesitated, then grasped her hand in return.
Bai Hua's eyes were filled with desire, and her gaze became increasingly unfocused.
After a brief moment of quiet, she became restless and dazed again, untying her clothes and pressing herself against Ning Jue like a drunken white snake, twisting her waist and clinging to his arm.
The closer you get, the more comfortable it feels.
Realizing this, Bai Hua became even more unrestrained, pressing against him and entangled him relentlessly, then limply nestling into his arms as if boneless, unwilling to let go.
Ning Jue did not respond; his arm hung limply at his side, unmoving, tense and uncomfortable.
Originally, he only had a suspicion based on Bai Hua's unusual behavior, but now he can almost be completely certain that she has indeed been bewitched, and the only way to resolve it is for a man and woman to sleep together and have intercourse.
Ning Jue thought carefully, wondering when she had fallen victim to this underhanded trick.
It had been a day since she met Rong Linyan; it couldn't have been that long. After that, she stayed by his side, and everything was under control. The only thing she couldn't recall was that last night, when he went out to get some wine, he left her with Zang Fan for a short while.
He had no idea what had happened then.
Could it be Zang Fan?
Although Zang Fan had always been wary and disliked her, he would never stoop to the level of randomly administering aphrodisiacs. Based on his understanding of his friend, he would never stoop to such a despicable act.
But who else could it be but him... Ning Jue was frustrated and couldn't find a way to think.
Bai Hua was still rubbing against him without any restraint, her presence was so strong that it quickly brought him back to his senses.
Seeing her unbearable discomfort, Ning Jue felt conflicted.
Even if she was asking for what she wanted, his conscious indulgence and half-hearted resistance were nothing short of taking advantage of her vulnerability.
He cannot allow the situation to spiral out of control.
Thinking of this, he decisively got up, picked the person up horizontally, and ran to the bath room.
The water in the tub was cold. He steeled himself, carried Bai Hua into the bathtub, and then poured the water down her throat.
One bucket, two buckets, three buckets...
Bai Hua's shoulders ached from the rain, and her lips trembled.
Her clothes were completely wet, her neckline slightly open, the thin silk clinging to her skin, her fair body faintly visible, and one of her fragrant shoulders exposed, her alluring figure dazzlingly alluring.
To be honest, the vivid and sensual scene before him had a significant impact on Ning Jue.
He began practicing swordsmanship wholeheartedly in his teens, using the sword as a self-discipline, and had very little personal desire. Apart from his master's wife, he had not had any contact with women, nor was he interested in doing so. He had thought that he could be friends with bold and spirited women and spar with them, but gentle and timid women seemed a bit too coy, and he did not like the former type.
However, upon meeting Bai Hua, his previously self-righteous standards quickly crumbled.
Therefore, not only was Zang Fan puzzled, but he also questioned himself many times: how did he suddenly change?
He couldn't answer, only knowing that he still disliked timid and coy behavior, but if it was Bai Hua, he could accept it, accept it well. It was that simple.
Bai Hua hugged her shoulders, shivering, her eyes filled with confusion.
When she looked at him, her eyes were fixed on him, filled with an ever-growing demand.
Clearly, the cold water was ineffective; it failed to suppress the desire.
Ning Jue muttered a curse under his breath, feeling utterly helpless.
She can't stay soaking like this any longer. She's already delicate, and if she gets chilled, she might catch a cold again before the effects of the aphrodisiac are gone.
Ning Jue reached out and lifted Bai Hua out of the bathtub. She was completely soaked and her clothes were no longer wearable. There were clean cotton towels on the wooden rack, so he took one and wrapped it around her halfway. After that, he reached in and removed her wet clothes, avoiding her sensitive areas as much as possible, and trying to be a gentleman to her.
This was no easy task, but she was suffering greatly at the moment, and he couldn't care less about any romantic thoughts.
...
Back in the bedroom, Bai Hua's discomfort became more pronounced. She tossed and turned on the bed, finding it all unbearable.
Ning Jue could not bear it and could no longer remain indifferent and take no action.
His gaze swept over the sword rack on the wall. He hesitated for a moment, then got up and went to retrieve the Azure Shadow Sword.
There was a slightly raised carving at the end of the Qingying sword sheath. He ran his fingertips over it and had a general idea of what it was.
After that, he used the remaining half-jar of wine in the room to rinse the sword sheath, washing it several times to make sure it was clean. Then, he took the sword into the room, his eyes fierce.
He slipped the sword sheath into her skirt and pushed it in. When he touched the hilt, Bai Hua's eyes widened in surprise, her lips trembled slightly, her eyes glistened, and she let out a soft, ambiguous moan.
Compared to the force he used when practicing swordsmanship normally, he was twice as careful at this moment, using less than one-thousandth or one-ten-thousandth of the force he used when channeling his internal energy.
Even so, I was still uneasy.
Serving someone is not an easy task. Ning Jue could only slowly explore the rules to ensure that she was comfortable and at ease without harming her in the slightest.
After a long while, Bai Hua's brow finally relaxed a little.
Ning Jue breathed a sigh of relief.
After a while, Bai Hua suddenly opened her eyes. Whether she was fully awake or not, she stared at Ning Jue and said in a hoarse, weak voice, "Closer."
Ning Jue thought she had something to say to him, so he stopped what he was doing, leaned closer and whispered in her ear.
Bai Hua repeated the same phrase: "Closer."
Ning Jue sighed helplessly and coaxed her gently, "We're close enough. Tell me what you need to tell me, I can hear you clearly."
Bai Hua was dissatisfied and became agitated. Her expression turned urgent, and she said impatiently, "Closer, closer..."
She was still not awake.
Ning Jue stared at her, pondered for a while, and guessed that perhaps she didn't mean "closer," but rather, "closer."
She was inviting her; she didn't offer any relief.
Ning Jue said, suppressing his emotions, "When you wake up tomorrow, you'll regret it, you'll hate me. Let's try this first, maybe it will work. Your complexion has improved a bit just now, try a little more, maybe..."
Before she could finish speaking, Bai Hua burst into tears.
Her eyes were red and tears were streaming down her face, as if she were in great pain and felt extremely wronged.
Ning Jue stopped speaking, hanging her head in frustration, never before in such a dilemma: "What am I supposed to do with you..."
After saying this, he sighed, took out his sword sheath, and threw it aside.
He leaned over her, wrapped one arm around Bai Hua's waist, closed his eyes briefly, and finally made a decision. He raised his right arm, lifted the quilt and the cotton cloth covering her body, and tried to reach out along the edge.
It's very moisturizing.
He entered easily by joining his two fingers together.
Bai Hua hummed like a cat, her brow relaxed, and she finally calmed down.
...
The next day, just as the hour of Chen (7-9 AM) arrived, a disturbing sound of a copper bell came from outside the courtyard gate.
Ning Jue wasn't sound asleep to begin with. Hearing the noise, he lifted his eyelids, a hint of weariness in his eyes.
I didn't get a good night's sleep, but I felt okay mentally, although my arms were a little sore and numb.
He turned slightly to keep his blood flowing, his gaze lowered to the peaceful sleeping face of the delicate woman in his arms, and his heart softened.
It's quiet now and much more obedient.
He stared at her for a moment, then subtly and deliberately flexed the back of his fingers. With that slight movement, he noticed her breathing quicken, her brow furrow, and her fragility become palpable.
After she had done her evil deed and smiled triumphantly, Ning Jue let her go and slowly withdrew from her.
If you hold two fingers up to your eyes, they are still glistening with moisture.
He rubbed it between his fingers, puzzled. It was past midnight, yet it was still gushing out. It really was made of water.
After washing his hands, Ning Jue changed into a new set of clothes, a moon-white Shu brocade robe that made him look like a refined gentleman, extraordinary and otherworldly.
Compared to his previous malicious acts, he was now so convincingly disguised that he didn't seem like a human being at all.
He closed the bedroom door tightly and turned to open the door outside in the yard.
The visitor was Uncle Zhao from Green Ivy Village, who brought a pile of tools for building beams with an oxcart. He was there to continue the unfinished construction of the kitchen in the courtyard.
After several days of construction, the kitchen's exterior walls have been built on all four sides. Today, we will put up the roof beams and lay the thatched roof tiles. The remaining work, such as plastering the gaps between the bricks and stones and building the stove, are just the finishing touches.
Ning Jue brewed Zhao Bo a pot of hot tea, a fragrant tea covered with white down.
In the past, Bai Hua would brew water for Uncle Zhao, and she also knew that Uncle Zhao preferred the aroma of Baihao tea to Longjing and Tieguanyin.
She mentioned it casually during their conversation, and Ning Jue casually remembered it.
As Uncle Zhao climbed the ladder, he struck up a conversation, asking, "That pretty girl isn't home today? Usually when I come over at this time, she's preparing breakfast for you. If I'm lucky, I can even get a bowl of hot rice porridge. Looks like I won't be able to enjoy it today."
Ning Jue offered an explanation: "She's still resting. She caught a cold last night and has a fever, so I'm letting her sleep a little longer."
Uncle Zhao is still agile and refuses to admit his age. He was on the east wall just a moment ago, but a little while later he was squatting on the west wall.
Upon hearing this, he replied, "I see. Recently, quite a few people have caught colds. Several households in the village have experienced headaches and fevers due to weak constitutions. Have you bought any medicine? It's quite a trip down the mountain. If you haven't bought any, I'll go home later and get you some medicine to take first."
Those medicines won't work.
Ning Jue sat leisurely on a bamboo chair in the courtyard, his fingers lightly touching the armrest. He pondered for a moment, then politely declined the offer, replying, "I've already eaten. I should recover after a good night's sleep."
"That's fine then."
Uncle Zhao felt relieved and picked up the hammer to strike the joints of the roof beams with all his might, trying to make them secure.
Thinking of something, he brought up a new topic: "Oh right, Xiaohe's mother heard that I've been coming here a few days ago, so she asked me to come and ask her about something."
Ning Jue asked, "What is it?"
Zhao Bo replied: "Last time, didn't you take Miss Apeng to Xiaohe's wedding banquet? At that time, Xiaohe's mother had a distant cousin who took a liking to Apeng during the banquet. She thought she was pretty and had a good personality, so she wanted to arrange a marriage for her nephew."
"Those sisters are both efficient. They've already asked the young man over there, and he seemed satisfied. He's wondering if they could meet and get to know each other. I heard that family is quite well-off, one of the wealthiest in the area. They own houses and property and also do some grain trading. If A-Peng really marries into that family, she'll be living a life of luxury... Young master, why don't you wait until Miss A-Peng wakes up and ask her if she'd like to consider it?"
Ning Jue used up some of his patience before he could finish listening to what was said.
His fingers paused, he raised his eyes coldly, and asked to confirm, "Was it really Aunt Li who asked you to inquire?"
Uncle Zhao didn't notice anything amiss and replied with a smile, "Yes, Xiaohe's mother is a kind-hearted person. She used to like to play matchmaker for the young people in the village. Now that Xiaohe has successfully gotten married, she has plenty of free time to do matchmaking."
Aunt Li is kind, honest, and sincere, which are her strengths.
However, their lack of tact and self-righteousness are truly annoying.
He had just saved her daughter not long ago, and now she's trying to repay kindness with enmity and steal his daughter away.
Ning Jue was feeling unwell and irritable.
Zhao Bo, not seeing a definite answer from Ning Jue, felt uneasy about how to explain himself, and asked again, "Young Master Ning, what do you mean?"
Ning Jue gave a faint sneer and replied in a flat tone, "Let's see. Shall I ask?"
Zhao Bo, an honest and uncultured man, couldn't grasp the hidden meaning behind Ning Jue's cold words, and simply assumed that Ning Jue was also interested.
He replied cheerfully, "Okay, then I'll reply like that."
After saying that, he stopped chatting and continued to focus on his work.
...
After seeing Uncle Zhao off, Ning Jue returned to his room and saw that Bai Hua was still fast asleep and hadn't recovered yet.
Ning Jue was a little worried that the loud commotion in the courtyard hadn't disturbed her. He went over and bent down to check Bai Hua's forehead, then gently touched her cheek.
The temperature was normal, but the person wouldn't wake up.
He was about to pull his hand back, but Bai Hua still instinctively clung to him.
She groggily grabbed his hand and wouldn't let go, gently rubbing her face against the back of his hand, as if only then could she sleep peacefully and comfortably.
A dangerous glint appeared in Ning Jue's eyes as he deliberately misinterpreted her meaning and asked, "Is it still not enough?"
No one replied to him.
He took it as a yes.
Lying back in bed with her, Ning Jue leaned forward slightly, his fingers skillfully exploring the secret passage, continuing to add to their intimate records along the path they had explored countless times the night before.
Records are meant to be broken.
This time, he wasn't as gentle and mild as he had been the night before. Instead, he twisted and turned her fingers, deliberately testing her limits.
Last night he was more flustered and panicked, but now that the crisis has mostly passed, he just wants to slowly work things out and punish her properly.
He only took her out to a wedding banquet, and she was already being eyed by others again.
Should I blame her for being too beautiful and flamboyant, or should I blame myself for giving her new clothes and urging her to dress up in a glamorous way?
Ning Jue snorted coldly. The one to blame was that rich man's son who had no self-awareness. Did he dare to agree to be introduced to someone by someone else?
The more I think about it, the more unhappy I become.
The more displeased he was, the harder he pressed his finger.
Bai Hua groaned, unable to bear it any longer. Ning Jue watched her subtle changes in expression and narrowed his eyes.
Before long, a pool of water was caught in his palm. Bai Hua gasped for breath, and Ning Jue's breathing also became heavier.
He did the same thing last night until his arms ached. He had never been this tired before, no matter how hard he practiced swordsmanship. This was the last time. When she woke up again, there should be no problem.
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