Chapter 260 Three Folds
Hua Buxiu: "..."
He leaned casually against the rock wall, his eyelashes drooping lazily, and a pot of Pear Blossom Spring tea loosely held between his fingers.
A thin blush spread across her jade-colored cheeks, like the faint rouge showing through plain Xuan paper. The corners of her eyes were tinged with a light red from the smell of wine, and she exuded a languid air.
He sat crookedly on the rock at the bottom of the water, his upper body almost completely exposed.
Suddenly, a soft rustling sound reached his ears. He timidly lifted his eyelashes and glanced at the sound... and his expression instantly froze.
Through the mist rising from my eyes, I stared straight through the deep night, gazing at the uninvited guest who had appeared at the pool's edge sometime during the night.
I watched as she took off her shoes and socks, lightly touched the water's surface with her toes, and walked step by step into the pool.
Not far from him, at the foot of the rock wall, she took off her blue robe, let her hair down, and revealed...
Hua Buxiu's eyelashes trembled violently a few times, and his drowsy mind suddenly cleared up a bit.
As each garment was gently peeled away by two slender, white hands, it was as if the outer shell of a lychee was being slowly peeled away to reveal its sweet and juicy flesh.
His fingers tightened repeatedly, almost crushing the pot of Pear Blossom Spring wine into dust.
The man, oblivious to his own ignorance, readily undressed.
As her fingertips lightly touched the small garment, Hua Buxiu quickly fluttered her eyelashes a few times.
He remained motionless, his expression obscured by double images, making it impossible to discern.
The person stood in a shallow area of water, with black hair hanging down to their bare shoulders, and a slender, snow-white neck.
She wore only a silky soft top, the fabric of which was so thin and sheer that the shape of the top was round and full, making it appear even shorter and narrower, almost as if she were wearing nothing at all.
It was as if the hazy moonlight, which could not completely cover her body, had been draped over her, subtly revealing a patch of skin that shimmered with a creamy sheen.
Whether it's her slender, delicate neck, her exquisitely beautiful collarbone, her snow-white, slender arms, or her flower-bud-like fingertips, it's as if each stroke of the pen is a free and unrestrained painting.
Perhaps she stepped on a huge rock, because the pool of water that had reached her lower abdomen instantly cascaded down her soft, smooth skin, revealing a section of her snow-white, naked, slender waist.
Glistening water droplets, bathed in a gentle silvery glow, made the breathtakingly beautiful hue flow to its fullest extent.
Hua Buxiu's eyes darkened slightly, as if he were peering through the night at the captivating water sprite, his Adam's apple bobbing slowly.
A few drops of water slid down his eyebrows and eyes, from his chin, down his muscular waist and abdomen, past his V-line, and into the pool.
He tilted his head slightly, rested his elbow on his knee, and propped his chin with his fingertips, his gaze lingering on her snow-white neck and the patch of skin on her full breasts.
There are still some scattered traces of ambiguity that haven't had time to dissipate.
I took a sip of the burning pear blossom spring tea.
Half-closed eyelids concealed the loneliness in the corners of her eyes.
At this moment, he could clearly see who it was.
He was fooling around with Yun Weize and got caught by him; he was a wicked disciple.
His wicked disciple.
Hua Buxiu took another swig of wine, and whether it was because the wine was too strong or because he had drunk too much, he became dizzy again.
The beautiful face before him was blurred and swaying, like looking at flowers through a mist, leaving only a glimpse of snow-white, smooth skin, floating near and far.
That carefree, snow-white carp playing in the water, is... his wicked disciple?
Whether it is true or not, Hua Buxiu couldn't help but look away.
His blurred gaze, though beyond his control, followed that delicate, jade-like figure, and lowered itself.
Knowing full well that it was against etiquette.
However, this does not reflect the virtues of a gentleman.
Unable to bear the weight of the water droplets, they seeped into his thin clothes, running down his wet hair that reached his hips, and all of them rushed into his eyes.
It was thoroughly watered from the inside out.
Jiang Xianwan was unaware that there was anyone else in the pool, and washed himself with extra care.
On that huge rock that was close to the water's surface, a pair of legs were slightly bent.
She pinched a fragrant sachet between her fingertips, rubbed it in her palm to dissolve it, and carefully applied it to her dark hair, humming a cheerful little tune as she did so.
"Lulala lulala lulala lulala li".
"I love taking baths, my skin feels so good, ya ya ya ya..."
"Put on your shower cap and sing and dance, yao yao yao yao..."
Hua Buxiu: "..."
With the Northern Emperor in his left hand and the Southern Emperor in his right, having eaten two in one night, how could he not be happy singing a little tune?
Hua Buxiu's eyes darkened, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he gulped down the rest of the wine, his peripheral vision lingering on the water not far away.
The wicked disciple smeared his black hair, still holding plenty of fine foam in his hands. Not wanting to waste any, he applied the foam from his shoulders and neck to his arms, and from his arms to his waist. Then he rolled up a pair of transparent clothes and used the foam to paint his long, straight legs.
at last……
Two hands reached inside... her clothes.
With a somewhat bewildered look, Hua Buxiu shifted his gaze and tried to look around.
Perhaps he is dreaming.
Or perhaps, they were dragged into an illusion by the spirits of the mountains and forests.
The bright moon still hangs high in the sky.
In the water, the wicked disciple was still painting very diligently.
Hua Buxiu slowly lowered her pair of jet-black eyelashes.
He didn't know whether he should stand by and watch, waiting for his wicked disciple to finish washing and leave, or make some noise to remind him not to be too unrestrained while washing.
Still undecided, I heard the faint sound of slow footsteps again.
Jiang Xianwan: "...?"
Is anyone there?
Hearing footsteps, without thinking, she slid off the rocks and into the pool, burying her head in the water, and quickly dove to the deeper part.
They were afraid that what would come was a male disciple or an elder.
I noticed a more secluded rock face not far away, and immediately swam over without making a splash.
Hua Buxiu: "..."
Underwater, his wicked disciple was swimming rapidly toward him; on the shore, Yun Weize was barely able to stop.
He suddenly pinched his forehead, feeling a sharp pain in his head.
It's quite plausible to suspect that he's really dreaming right now.
Yun Weize knew that he had been bathing in this pool recently, but he couldn't see anyone there. He knew in his heart that he must be here.
He stood still for a moment, then slowly and deliberately untied his waistband.
Hua Buxiu: "..." What luck.
Next time I take a bath, I'll definitely check the almanac first.
With his thin lips slightly parted, he could only speak first.
His deep voice was somewhat muffled, hoarse from the effects of strong liquor, "What do you want with me?"
Yun Weize placed his clothes on a rock on the shore, paused for a moment, and said softly, "I'm here to have a drink with you."
Jiang Xianwan, who had just dug down onto a rock and hadn't even popped his head out yet, was suddenly shoved on the head by a hand that seemed to fall from the sky: "...?!!!"
No!
Jiang Xianwan remained completely bewildered.
Hua Buxiu held a newly brewed pot of Pear Blossom Spring tea in one hand, while his other hand, as steady as a rock, pressed down on his wicked disciple's stiff head.
He lowered his eyelashes and stared at the bubbling water with an inscrutable expression.
He took a sip of wine and politely declined.
"I won't drink it."
Yun Weize: "..." He knew without even thinking that his brother Fengyi was angry with him this morning.
Yun Weize ignored him, put on his underpants, took two jugs of wine, and went into the water.
I hesitated for a moment.
I couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you drinking?"
I just didn't want to drink with him.
Jiang Xianwan: Mmm!
When did the beautiful flower girl get here?!
Also, why is Yun Weize here too?
If the three of them were to collide later, what kind of massive social disaster would that be?
Jiang Xianwan dared not imagine it, nor could she possibly imagine it.
No matter how you fold it, there's no hope.
With Hua Buxiu pressing her head down, she was so nervous that she opened her lips and gulped down several mouthfuls of water from the pool.
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