Chapter 65 (Chapter 65) (She took the initiative)
Bai Hua had always thought that the young master's hands were extremely beautiful, with long, slender fingers, distinct knuckles, and prominent, dark blue veins. Although there were calluses on the fingertips, the backs of his hands were smooth.
When wielding the sword, the finger strength is released, the tiger's mouth tightens, the veins bulge, and the light and shadow of the blade flashing fall on the back of the hand and wrist, indicating that it is a dangerous and forbidden area.
The young master's hands are naturally suited to holding a sword. Because of daily friction with the sword hilt, his palms have become increasingly thick and powerful. And do not underestimate the thin calluses on them. With them, his hands can act as a shield for defense, allowing him to gain the upper hand in both offense and defense.
Yet at this moment, these hands, capable of withstanding any coldness or hardness, are holding the softest and warmest thing in the world.
A sudden tightness in my waist, and a narrow, deep valley opened into a murky stream.
Her eyes were somewhat vacant, she seemed lost and motionless, even her breathing gradually weakened, as if afraid that if she turned to the side, the stream would change course and flow everywhere.
After Ning Jue calmed down, he rolled off her.
He got out of bed, found a cotton towel, bent down and wiped her clean. When she was almost clean, he used another damp cotton towel to wipe her again, focusing on the sensitive areas.
Wipe it clean and look closely again; the details you hadn't noticed before now become particularly noticeable.
Her skin was delicate, especially in this area, where the fair skin was rubbed raw and red, a truly shocking sight, as if the skin was about to break.
She was a delicate and pampered young lady, and for her, the process just now was far too painful.
Thinking of this, Ning Jue felt remorseful, realizing he shouldn't have treated her that way for a moment of pleasure.
He reached out and touched her face, asking with concern, "Are you still feeling unwell?"
Bai Hua was covered in sweat, with glistening beads of sweat hanging precariously from the tip of her nose, making her look extremely listless.
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she replied weakly, "It's nothing."
The voice was so faint it was almost inaudible, as light as a feather, that it drifted into Ning Jue's ears, accompanied by a slightly ticklish sensation.
When their eyes met, Ning Jue expected to be met with her resentment, but he did not see any complaints or anger in her eyes.
There wasn't even a hint of reproach.
That's really strange.
Ning Jue looked at her for a while and keenly sensed that Bai Hua's indulgence towards him at this moment was unprecedented and unusual.
But why is there such an unusual situation, or rather, why is she willing to indulge him so much?
An answer slowly emerged in my mind.
He tentatively asked, "Aren't you angry with me? Just now... even when you begged me, I didn't stop. I was a beast to you."
Bai Hua's cheeks flushed slightly. She didn't want to discuss these embarrassing topics with him in detail, but Ning Jue insisted on asking, wanting to find out her truest emotions and feelings.
She turned her eyes away and replied casually, "There's nothing to be angry about. Apart from the pain from the friction and the lack of energy, it's nothing."
It's nothing?
She was quite generous.
Ning Jue's eyes deepened as he swept his gaze across her face, his probing intent growing stronger.
The ship will soon dock and arrive in Ye City. At this moment, she seems to have completed some mission, behaving strangely and acting abnormally, as if she harbors some kind of special sense of compensation towards him.
Parents who go out to work often buy their children, who used to think they were luxuries, delicious food and fun toys before leaving their hometown, trying to alleviate their deep guilt with excessive pampering.
Will Bai Hua be the same way?
She tried her best to make it up to him, treating him unconditionally well, simply because... she was about to leave him.
Ning Jue's expression hardened as he met her gaze closely, his eyes fixed on her.
He asked in a deep voice, "If it's nothing, then what if I go even further? Won't you get angry?"
Bai Hua didn't know what he meant by "go a little further." She already felt extremely ashamed, as if she had been played to death. If it went any further... she couldn't quite imagine it.
"I don't know," she replied truthfully, murmuring softly, as if afraid of him.
Ning Jue didn't waste any more words. He leaned back against the headboard, lifted her up under her armpits with both hands, and used his thumbs to easily lift her onto his lap.
In an instant, their positions changed; she was on top and he was on the bottom, but their gazes remained level.
Bai Hua was a little bewildered: "Young Master?"
Ning Jue's voice grew even deeper, as if he were about to punish someone: "Try this."
As he finished speaking, he jerked her around with his waist and abdomen. Bai Hua's cheeks flushed red, and she lost her balance, quickly clinging to his shoulder.
The two women were already disheveled, especially Bai Hua, who was only wearing a thin, peach-pink outer garment that barely covered her body. As for what was underneath, it had been almost completely stripped off. She sat with her knees apart, the outer garment unable to cover her body, wide open, revealing a glimpse of her fair skin.
Ning Jue glanced at her, pulled open his robe with one hand, and patiently taught her: "Don't let your clothes bunch up around your waist. Pull them away. You can't keep your balance. Hold onto my shoulder and sit down slowly."
There was no need to spell it out; as he guided her with his words, his body was already seducing her.
Their breaths quickly became intertwined, their eyes fixed on each other's faces, with no energy left to look away.
Ning Jue narrowed her eyes, a chill ran down her spine, her brows furrowed and then relaxed, only to furrow again, her expression contorted as if she were enduring torment, but in reality she was secretly sighing in her heart—the feeling of being the one to take the initiative was a unique kind of ecstasy.
...
Jiuqiu discovered that Young Master Ning and Miss Apeng hadn't eaten with them in the dining cabin for quite some time.
Besides, they are rarely seen walking on the deck, and it is unknown what they are doing all day cooped up in the cabin.
Although their cabins were next to each other, they were actually separated by a turn. Different turns led to different staircases, so although the four of them seemed to be very close, it was actually not easy for them to bump into each other by chance.
Inside the mess hall, Chen Fu and Jiu Qiu ate their dry food biscuits wrapped in fish sauce with no appetite.
Chen Fu ate without speaking, and ate very properly.
Jiuqiu glanced at him, unable to resist her boredom, and took the initiative to strike up a conversation with him: "I haven't seen Young Master Ning and the others for two days, are you alright?"
Chen Fu looked up, quickened his chewing, and swallowed the dry biscuit in his mouth completely before replying to Jiu Qiu, "It's nothing. They just got up late and went to bed early these past two days, which coincided with our time to go out of the cabin. Yesterday in the water room, I happened to see Young Master Ning. His injuries seem to be recovering well; his complexion was rosy, and he was in high spirits. As for Miss A Peng... she was severely seasick last time she was on the ship, so she's probably still feeling unwell and doesn't have the energy to go out of the cabin this time."
Seasickness is common, so this explanation makes sense.
Jiuqiu felt relieved and casually remarked, "Miss Apeng's demeanor and bearing clearly indicate that she is from a distinguished family, reserved and dignified. I can't understand how she could be Young Master Ning's personal maid; she doesn't seem like it..."
She didn't intend to investigate anything, but this question had been lingering in her mind, and since she was chatting with Chen Fu about them, she casually mentioned it.
Chen Fu's expression turned serious as he reminded her, "This is not something we should be thinking about. Once I escort the young master back to Ye City, my mission will be complete. As for anything else, it's best not to think about it, not to see it, and not to ask about it."
Jiuqiu raised an eyebrow, leaned forward abruptly, and almost bumped noses with Chen Fu.
As their breaths mingled, Jiuqiu raised her voice and asked him, "Us? So, you and I are on the same side, then after we get ashore, will you take care of me?"
She seems to have focused on the wrong thing.
Chen Fu stiffened, his eyes flickered, and he didn't reply, but his Adam's apple bobbed.
Jiuqiu stopped smiling slyly and didn't make things difficult for him. After sitting down again, she continued to hold the hard, dry biscuit in her hand, took a big bite, chewed hard for a long time, and was able to swallow it with difficulty. After eating half of it, her cheeks were sore.
Chen Fu looked at Jiu Qiu without looking away, coughed lightly, and said, "It's not appropriate for you to show your face in Ye City, so I can't take you to taverns. Just tell me what you want to eat, and I'll buy it for you. On the ship, we can only eat coarse grain cakes that are so hard they crumble. It's fine for Ning Gongzi and me, but it'll be hard for you and Miss A Peng. You definitely won't be used to this kind of food."
Girl Apeng might not be used to such simple food, but she won't.
When she was a child, her hometown was flooded, and the entire town almost completely lost its harvest. She went hungry and ate tree bark and grass roots. When they fled, her father sold her mother to get some dry food. He didn't eat any himself, but shared the hard-won food with his two children—the son ate more and the daughter ate less.
In the end, neither her parents survived, becoming one of the many starving corpses lying on the mudflats. Even being wrapped in a piece of cloth was worse than dying on the battlefield; at least a horse's hide would have at least provided a piece of cloth. Her parents couldn't take anything with them when they died, and they were buried cleanly in the mud.
She survived by sheer luck, but a few years later, she was sold to a brothel by her gambling-addicted brother, and her fate was never in her own hands.
Once inside the brothel, even in the worst of circumstances, at least you could eat well, unlike at your brother and sister-in-law's house where you had to be subservient to everyone, do heavy chores, and eat leftovers...
She's endured all kinds of hardship, so what's wrong with eating dry biscuits like this?
At the very least, it's much easier to chew than tree bark.
Jiuqiu replied, "I'm not picky about food, I can eat anything. It's just that you said it's inconvenient for me to show my face in Ye City, and that's true right now. The Fang family has a wide sphere of influence in Ye City, and if I show my face, it might cause you trouble. Although Fang Yanhai has now blamed Fang Lun's death on the border pirates, my existence is still inexplicable. It's better to be cautious, I should disguise myself when I go to the dock."
Chen Fu nodded: "It's good to keep things under wraps. Don't worry about what happens after you disembark. I've already reported the situation to the head of the family. He knows about you and has agreed to temporarily house you at the Duan family's estate. As for what happens after that..."
At this point, Chen Fu paused.
Just as Jiuqiu heard the crucial point, Chen Fu paused, and she, feeling uneasy, asked with a hint of urgency, "What happens next?"
Chen Fu was seriously considering this question.
He wasn't unaware of Jiuqiu's meaning, nor was he the type to be indecisive. If he had no intention, he would have made things clear to Jiuqiu long ago and severed ties. But he didn't, so his intentions were quite obvious.
"After that, there are two possibilities." Chen Fu looked at Jiu Qiu, his tone serious, and explained clearly, "First, I will continue to stay in Ye City. In that case, we cannot meet openly. If you are willing, you can quietly move into my courtyard first, and then we can discuss it further. Second, I may continue to help Young Master Ning. If I really go back to Ji Ling with him to do things, there will be fewer restrictions between us, and you can come with me."
Jiuqiu did not respond immediately; she was slowly processing Chen Fu's words.
He must have thought this through carefully before saying that there were two possibilities, and in either case, he had no intention of abandoning her.
This feeling of not being abandoned was somewhat unfamiliar to Jiuqiu.
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