Chapter 58 Complete Acceptance
Both of them were clueless about this matter, and their first attempt was clumsy and reckless, so it didn't go very smoothly.
Inside the bed curtains, two hot bodies lay pressed together for a long time, their breaths mingling, but they still couldn't get down to business.
"Are you sure this is it?"
Ning Jue has asked this question at least three times.
The first two times, Bai Hua nodded and quickly gave an affirmative reply. However, Ning Jue buried his head for a long time, but he just couldn't move in smoothly. His temples were throbbing, and his eyes were dark and red. He couldn't help but feel distressed and doubtful, wondering if this place was... right?
Bai Hua was equally uncomfortable, caught in a dilemma, her back slightly arched and her toes curled tightly, already trying her best to resist her embarrassment and cooperate.
Ning Jue lowered his head and pressed it against her neck, his voice deep and resonant: "It won't always be wrong, it's just that every time we find the right match, you cry out in pain, and I dare not continue. Perhaps... if we go straight in, we might succeed?"
Bai Hua was frightened upon hearing this, her eyelashes trembling slightly. She quickly shook her head and said, "It shouldn't hurt that much under normal circumstances. Someone told me that if it hurts a lot, something's wrong. Young master, please try again. I will listen to you and cooperate properly."
Her voice was sweet and gentle, and her pretty face was radiant, as if she had just emerged from a honey pot, even her breath was sweet.
Ning Jue narrowed his eyes, pinched her chin, caught the key point of her words, and asked her, "Who told you about this?"
As Ning Jue asked the question, a face and a name popped into his mind with annoyance—Rong Linyan.
He already knew that Bai Hua and her cousin were in love, and that they were even discussing marriage. This was not something difficult to find out; he only needed to ask the Rong family's servants a few questions to find out.
Bai Hua was a well-mannered young lady. When she first met him, she would blush even if they just touched hands or hugged. She was obviously inexperienced in matters of the heart. However, Rong Lin Yan's feelings for her were not necessarily pure.
Because of the Lone Goose Sword Technique, Rong Linyan was wary of him.
Because of Bai Hua, Ning Jue found Rong Lin Yan increasingly annoying.
After leaving Jiling, he and Zang Fan did not lose contact. They communicated with each other by carrier pigeon and secretly observed the movements of Guihong Sword Hall and Rong Linyan through the Zang Family Escort Agency.
The last letter from Ji Ling was received the day before yesterday.
At that time, Ning Jue was extremely worried about Bai Hua's disappearance. Upon receiving the message, he went to investigate and learned that the Rong family steward had gone out several times to purchase items for the wedding banquet, seemingly preparing for a happy occasion.
In addition, there is one more thing.
Due to illness, the Grand General has postponed the scheduled martial arts competition to ten days later.
Ning Jue wasn't interested in the arena competition; after hearing the news, he only pondered the Rong family's little schemes.
Bai Hua hadn't even returned yet, and they were already preparing for the wedding. Could it be that they had timed it all out in advance, planning for a double celebration?
Thinking of this, Ning Jue scoffed inwardly.
How dare he even dream of getting Bai Hua? He's so arrogant, indulging in the pipe dream of having a successful career while marrying Bai Hua.
It's utterly ridiculous.
He probably never imagined that the person he had been longing for would soon be enjoying pleasure under another's body, becoming one with him in spirit and flesh.
Noticing Ning Jue's increasingly intense gaze, Bai Hua felt even more uneasy.
Clearly, he was still waiting for her reply.
"Yes, yes..." Bai Hua was speechless for a moment and could not answer.
It was her fault for being careless; she hadn't thought it through. Remembering that Madam Fu Wei had specifically told her about matters of love between men and women before she left, she blurted it out.
Fu Wei is the deputy head of Guihong Sword Hall and his cousin's right-hand man. Given this connection, how could he openly tell the young master?
Her thoughts raced, and Bai Hua, quick-witted, came up with an excuse on the spot. She hurriedly said, "It's a close friend of mine who is married. She was chatting with me after returning home from her wedding. It's all private stuff between young ladies, so please don't ask any further questions, sir."
Her lies were poorly crafted, and she appeared flustered when trying to cover them up.
However, she had learned her lesson and, fearing she would be exposed again, simply told him not to ask any more questions.
What kind of logic is this? Does the person being interrogated have the right to stop the interrogation?
Well, even if he was a cruel and tyrannical official, he couldn't bear to seriously question those big, watery eyes beneath him.
He raised his hand to touch her face, then pressed his fingertips down to pinch her cheek. After savoring the sensation, he changed the subject and let her go.
Ning Jue: "I won't ask anymore, but what should I do now? I feel terrible."
Bai Hua, her face flushed, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and softly asked, "How about we... try again?"
Ning Jue asked her, "Could you please not cry at the slightest touch?"
Bai Hua lowered her head in embarrassment, thinking to herself that there were some things she couldn't control unilaterally.
Although she was worried that she wouldn't be able to do it, she still nodded in agreement.
Ning Jue leaned over her again, grabbed her wrists with both hands, interlocked their fingers, and then suddenly lifted her high above his head.
Bai Hua took a tense breath.
"Don't be afraid," Ning Jue said again, unusually patient.
Although I knew that she should be the one to muster this strength, I still tried my best to be gentle and reassure her to entrust herself to me.
He propped himself up on his arms, maintaining a domineering posture, and slowly took complete control.
Bai Hua couldn't help but let out a soft moan; she was so full.
Ning Jue frowned, his breathing became heavy, and he couldn't move.
It wasn't that he couldn't, but that he dared not; the way she was about to cry would never truly move him.
He felt that he had reached the limit, and continuing would probably hurt her. The safest thing to do now was to stay in this stalemate, and what happened next depended on her.
Bai Hua was clearly terrified; her eyes were red, and she frantically tried to shrink back.
Ning Jue held her waist tightly, not allowing her to retreat.
"You said you'd give it a try." His voice was hoarse.
"I'm not trying anymore..." Bai Hua almost cried; she had really felt the pain just now.
For a moment, she even felt like a fish turned belly up on a cutting board, being turned over and over and fried repeatedly until its skin was charred and its flesh was torn open.
Bai Hua backed out.
Ning Jue's temples were taut, but he softened his tone and pleaded with her, "I feel so uncomfortable, like all the blood vessels in my body are about to burst."
As soon as he finished speaking, a hint of dazedness flashed across his face. His eyes were unfocused, his lips were tightly pressed together, and his brows were furrowed deeply.
Seeing him like this, Bai Hua couldn't bear it any longer.
The two bodies are connected by a small part, so even the slightest movement will affect their entire bodies.
Seeing that her forehead and nose were covered with a thin layer of sweat from the ordeal, Ning Jue reached out and used his fingertips to wipe the sweat away.
That familiar, slightly tingling itch spread from the tip of her nose, stimulating her along with the pull below. In an instant, Bai Hua felt an indescribable tingling sensation throughout her body.
It wasn't that I felt uncomfortable, but rather that my body felt like it was falling into an abyss, with a feeling of weightlessness sweeping over me, yet I couldn't seem to reach the bottom for a long time.
After regaining her senses, Bai Hua said earnestly, "Young Master, I don't want to see you in pain. I... I can bear it. Please hurry up, okay? I've always been less able to handle pain than others since I was little."
She mustered her courage for him and spoke with a tragic expression, her voice truly pitiful.
Sweat rolled down Ning Jue's forehead, landing on her face and lips, leaving a slightly alluring impression.
Their eyes met, and they remained silent for a long while. Ning Jue did not respond.
He didn't want her to suffer through this pleasurable experience.
He sighed, "I put honey on your lips, but you insist on treating it like chili peppers and spitting it out."
Bai Hua felt that his analogy was inappropriate, but she didn't know how to refute it, so she simply remained silent.
"Go as far as you can, pinch me if it hurts, don't hold back."
Even at a time like this, he couldn't resist teasing her.
"……Um."
Hearing her reply, Ning Jue took her hand and placed it on his shoulder, then began to lean down. When he saw the furrowed brow on her face reaching its limit, he immediately withdrew his strength.
Her fingernails were digging into my shoulder; I reckon it's going to draw blood.
Ning Jue hissed, his tone heavy: "You didn't hold back when you pinched me."
Bai Hua then realized what was happening, quickly loosened her grip, and looked apologetic.
Ning Jue treated her badly, deliberately saying, "I'll stop if you ask me to."
Bai Hua cooperated readily: "Young master, please spare me."
Ning Jue had high standards: "Choose a different form of address."
Ning Jue? Young Master Ning?
As far as she knew, the young master did not have a nickname, so there was no other way to address him that would sound more intimate.
But he asked that question deliberately, so he must have been hoping for an answer.
Bai Hua racked her brains for a long time before coming up with an idea, but she wasn't quite sure. So she could only try her luck and say, "Please, Master... let me go."
This sound, with its long, drawn-out ending, is so melodious and lingering that it makes one's ears irritated.
Ning Jue's face suddenly turned strange, alternating between white and red, and the tips of his ears became hot, showing a reddish tinge.
Actually, he didn't have a definite answer in his heart. He was just teasing her casually, but she unexpectedly provoked him, like adding fuel to the fire.
Master... I really don't know what's going on in her head!
Bai Hua blinked innocently, at a loss, not understanding what she had done wrong to make the young master's face darken again.
Fortunately, the outcome was good.
Ning Jue gave her a look that indicated he wouldn't hold it against her, then turned his gaze away, paused for a moment, and actually withdrew from the situation.
After covering her with a blanket, I got out of bed silently, put on my clothes, and walked straight towards the water room.
Bai Hua lay on the brocade quilt, half-lying down, trying to regain her senses. Even after the plug was removed, her legs still couldn't close, and she had no strength to speak.
Ning Jue lingered in the washroom for a while. Bai Hua originally wanted to wait for him to come out so they could say a few more words, but as she waited, drowsiness suddenly overwhelmed her, and her eyelids quickly became too heavy to open.
So, before he could return, Bai Hua remained in a prone position, covered herself with the blanket, and fell asleep.
As for what happened next, she was fast asleep and didn't know anything. She only knew that when she woke up the next day, she felt sticky and uncomfortable all over.
Ning Jue must have slept next to her last night, but he is nowhere to be seen in the room or on the bed.
He raised his hand and touched the brocade quilt beside him; it was no longer warm, indicating that he had left very early.
Bai Hua cupped her face in her hands and finally woke up after a while. Instead of rushing out to look for someone, she went to the washroom to clean herself.
She couldn't stand the stickiness for long.
...
The two had already clearly declined Jiang Shen'er's enthusiastic suggestion to send wedding clothes and wine at the banquet. However, as soon as Bai Hua came out of the water room, she saw three maids enter the courtyard one after another, each carrying a mahogany tray.
The first two wooden trays were covered with red cloths with gold patterns, clearly containing the bride's and groom's attire. The last tray, however, was completely uncovered, blatantly displaying a pot of nuptial wine and a pair of jeweled gold goblets with stems.
Bai Hua looked away, somewhat troubled, unsure of what to do.
Just then, Ning Jue returned from outside, carrying something in his hand, but instead of a tray, he carried a food box.
Upon entering, Ning Jue's gaze fell upon the head maid, and she spoke sarcastically, "So early in the morning, instead of thinking of bringing us some food, you're preoccupied with useless things."
The maidservant lowered her head and bowed, saying, "Our master left the estate at dawn and specifically instructed us to deliver these things before he left. Please keep them safe, young master and young lady."
Ning Jue asked, "Did she have anything else to say?"
The maid shook her head truthfully.
Ning Jue, impatient, waved his hand at her.
The other party understood, placed the tray beside the dressing table, and led the other two maids out of the door and left the side courtyard.
Ning Jue didn't look at those things. He naturally placed the food box he had brought on the table and carefully took out the dishes of food.
"The kitchen in the resort is quite large, and there are many chefs who can cook all kinds of flavors from all over the country. Since we've come all the way to Guocheng, I thought we should naturally experience the local flavors. So I asked them who cooks the best local dishes, and asked that chef to make a few more of their signature dishes. Try them and see if they suit your taste."
It's clear that the other person really showcased their culinary skills; each dish was elaborate and obviously required a lot of effort.
However, since the food was mostly meat, Bai Hua didn't have much of an appetite.
Bai Hua: "I'd like to eat something light."
Ning Jue opened the bottom drawer of the food box and took out a small blue-and-white porcelain bowl. Bai Hua could only see clearly when he handed it to her that it was a bowl of steaming white rice porridge.
“People from the Southern Regions are used to drinking salty porridge, so I didn’t ask them to make it for you. I borrowed a pot and made you a sweet one.”
Bai Hua was a little surprised and replied, "Why bother with that, young master? I'm not picky."
Ning Jue asked, "So, you like salty porridge?"
Bai Hua shook her head and said truthfully, "Of course, sweet porridge is better, but isn't that more troublesome..."
Ning Jue: "If it suits your taste, then it's not a problem."
The rice porridge was sweet and sticky, and Bai Hua felt a warmth in her heart because of his words.
The two ate together, occasionally striking up a conversation, each saying a few words.
Until Bai Hua took the initiative to ask, "When does Young Master plan to teach me swordsmanship? Shall we begin after we rest a bit after dinner?"
Ning Jue stopped eating, glanced at her, and said with a serious look in his eyes, "Let's wait a little longer."
Bai Hua exclaimed "Ah," not understanding why something that had been agreed upon was now on hold again.
"Young master, have you changed your mind and no longer intend to teach me?"
Ning Jue, on the contrary, was more reasonable than her: "You didn't even keep your promise."
Bai Hua paused, her expression complicated, and quickly retorted, "How could we not have done it? Didn't we already..."
She couldn't bring herself to give a detailed and complete description; the words were barely on her lips before her face turned red.
Ning Jue leaned forward, holding his rice bowl, and lowered his voice, saying, "How can that count? Do you know how insincere you are? You said you wanted to be intimately close to me, but you didn't even accept half of me. Tell me, how am I supposed to teach you swordsmanship?"
Bai Hua's eyes widened instantly, partly because Ning Jue's words were so blunt, and partly because she was genuinely surprised.
How could that be?
She was so full she was practically dying, yet she couldn't even finish half of it.
If it goes all the way in, will she die...?
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