186 Let Me Do I (2/2)
Not entering the Academy did not mean that she was unfamiliar with the Academy. When Ning Que prepared to continue questioning, suddenly Mistress Jian directly asked, ”Is Jun Mo still so old fashioned?”
”Jun Mo?” Ning Que was confused.
Mistress Jian looked at him and frowned to say, ”He's your Second Brother. You don't even know his name?”
Ning Que slightly startled and said with a feeler, ”How dare I call his name directly? You should know how proud he is. So I forget how to call Second Brother.”
”Proud?” Unnoticedly Mistress Jian thought of something, with a trace of recollection showing on her face. Then she said with a smile, ”Since entering the Back Mountain, the little Mo has learnt to act a proud appearance. He even made a wooden stick on top of his head.”
”Bump!” Ning Que laughed loudly.
Mistress Jian shook her head with a smile and suddenly asked, ”How about that scholar?”
”The scholar is still reading.”
”Everyone is fine.”
”Aunt Jane, why don't you ask about Headmaster of Academy and Eldest Brother?”
”Ah? They've come back?”
”No.”
”No? Since you have not seen them yet, what is the point for me to ask about them? But I believe Headmaster of Academy and Eldest Brother will do well wherever they are.”
Mistress Jian's voice gradually lowered down. She thought back to many years ago, with her eyes slightly moist.
Ning Que vaguely understood something. The reason why the brothels' leader favored him more after knowing he was the Academy's student was because of her empathy for the past. But who had had a love affair with her in those years? In the Back Mountain, who looked like him? Second Brother... Little Mo? Or Senior Sixth Brother who had a bodybuilder's muscles and was very popular with girls? Could it be Headmaster of Academy? !
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He came to Dewdrop's small courtyard in the back garden and wrote some sections stamped with his private seal for Lu Xue and several most familiar girls. Finally he sent away those contentment girls and no longer thought of the relationship between Mistress Jian and the Academy. He walked to Dewdrop with a grin, his eyes falling on her white soft chest. Then he could not help becoming absent-minded.
Dewdrop looked a little shy and waved her hands walking back. She said in a hurry, ”Don't do it. Don't.”
Ning Que startled and thought although he hasn't really been intimate with her, he has cuddled and touched her a lot. Why did Sister Newdrop have such a big reaction today, as if he was a saty compelling her?
Suddenly his eyes lit up. He thought this was probably the legendary cosplay. There would be a lot of fun if she refused him first and received him later. ”I force you to retreat and you're shy to go behind the curtain. Then under red candles' company, we could...”
He laughed and said, ”Dear sister, no one can hear you even if you cry with might and main.”
Dewdrop looked slightly pale, repeatedly rejecting him, and then sadly said, ”Dear brother, you really can't do it.”
Ning Que found something wrong with her and puzzledly asked, ”Why not?”
”Mistress Jian has said it... ”
”Last time we made a deal. We can secretly do it, ignoring her.”
”But... your master have stayed overnight with me yesterday.”
”Master?”
”Master Yan Se.”
Dewdrop was ashamed in the extreme and clutched a silk scarf looking at him as she shyly said, ”Although I work in the brothel, there are some things I still can't do. If people know I serve both the master and the disciple, how can I keep my reputation?”
Today the master-disciple relationship was even more powerful than that between father and son. Dewdrop was the top prostitute in Chang'an city, who was extremely picky with guests entertained. She spent most of her time on serving tea, gossiping around and seducing them to earn taels of silver. There were few people who could really go into her tent within two years. So she was ashamed to serve both the master and the disciple.
Ning Que startled for a long time and then furiously said, ”If the master can touch, why can't the student touch?”
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Ning Que was not frivolous, but at the age of eighteen years just had some desire inside his body. Besides he has never been in contact with women, not to mention the so-called ”lust came after a complacent life ”. Now he had innumerable silver notes under his bed and reached a high peak in cultivation. Of course, he would inevitably be exceptionally curious and longing for the thing between men and women.
He went back to Old Brush Pen Shop at night. When he lay in bed, the summer heat in Chang'an City and his body heat attacked him from both inside and outside so that he was tossing about in bed and difficult to fall asleep. In contrast, the hot summer in Chang'an City was the most comfortable season for Sangsang with an innately cold body. She has long fallen asleep at another side of the bed.
This little handmaiden had a very sweet sleep. She turned over in the bed when she had a dream, with her right leg bent to hit Ning Que's lower abdomen hard.
Ning Que was so painful for this heavy attack as to utter a hum sound. His body bent up like a cooked shrimp and his face turned pale.
After a while, his pain faded and he angrily stared at sleeping Sangsang, trying to pull her leg down.
He touched Sangsang's small foot with fingers and suddenly felt a very comfortable coldness as well as tactile impression, as if he touched the ice fish in a wine cup on the dinner of Grand Secretary Mansion a few days ago, smooth and cool.
In such a hot summer night, he felt really comfortable holding such a small foot in his hand. Ning Que was reluctant to let it go, so he held it in his hand and gently touched it. Through the star light by the window, he saw that little foot in his hand was as white as jade and as beautiful as a jade-carved lotus.
Ning Que held the cold foot and slightly wrinkled, not knowing what he was thinking in his mind.
Maybe Sangsang felt slightly itchy, for his fingers touched the sole of her foot. She started to shrink her foot in her sleep but failed to extract her foot from Ning Que's hand. So she woke up and rubbed her vague eyes as she asked, ”Young master, why do you grip my foot?”
Ning Que was surprised and instantly felt that he changed into a poor lad who was badly hit by many women holding washing boards outside a bath house. He forced to suppress his embarrassment and explained with a trembling voice, ”It's too... hot. Your foot is cool. I feel very comfortable to hold it.”
Upon hearing the explanation, Sangsang uttered an ”Oh” and lay back to bed. She adjusted her body by leaning to the right so that Ning Que could grip her right foot more conveniently and easily.
After Old Brush Pen Shop came back to quietness, only some cicadas sounds were faintly heard from the street.
After an unnoticed period of time, Ning Que suddenly asked, ”Sangsang, how old are you... this year?”
Sangsang replied with her eyes closed, ”I don't know when I was born. You told me you had picked me up when I was still young. So I should be close to fourteen years old now.”
”Fourteen… ”
Ning Que silently repeated it in his heart and then released her foot in his hand. He said, ”Have a good sleep.”
Sangsang opened her eyes and looked at him as she curiously asked, ”Young master, don't you feel hot?”
”I'll take a fan.”
”What is the use of a fan?”
”Your foot smells bad, okay?”
”I wash my feet every day. But young master, your feet are really smelly.”
”Anyway, I'll get a fan.”
”Young master.”
”Yes?”
”Let me do it.”
A rustle sound came over from the other end of the bed. Sangsang climbed over to lie down beside Ning Que and held out her thin arms and legs to clutch him. She put her face on his chest, searching for a comfortable position to rub against.
She snuggled in his arms and drowsily said, ”It's cool now.”
Her body was still thin. She clutched Ning Que's legs and wrapped herself around his waist like a silkworm on an oak.
However, after all, she was about to be a fourteen-year-old girl. He felt a kind of coolness and micro-elasticity from her very thin clothing.
Ning Que looked at the roof with his open eyes. He held a cold jade in his arms but felt hotter and hotter, and simply could not fall asleep.
Unnoticedly cicadas on green trees of the street also became insomnia, crying for hotness.