Chapter 702 - 557: Young Lady, Please Have Some Self-Respect
Chapter 702: Chapter 557: Young Lady, Please Have Some Self-Respect
Before they knew it, the day had quietly slipped away.
As usual, Xiao Mo walked Tushan Jing Ci back to her small courtyard.
Just as Xiao Mo turned to leave and return to Sikong Temple, a woman’s voice called out from behind him.
"Monk..."
Tushan Jing Ci reached out and gently tugged on the corner of Xiao Mo’s robes.
"Is there anything else, Miss Jing Ci?" Xiao Mo stopped, turned around, and asked in a gentle voice.
"It’s nothing important, really."
Tushan Jing Ci lowered her head slightly, her fingertips pinching the corner of his robes, refusing to let go, her expression filled with a maiden’s coyness.
"It’s just that you’ve taken such good care of me all this time, and I feel bad about it. So, I was thinking I could cook a few vegetarian dishes for you tonight, Monk, as a small token of my gratitude."
"Thank you for your kind offer, Miss." Xiao Mo smiled faintly and politely declined. "But that is simply what this humble monk ought to do. You needn’t trouble yourself over it."
"No, that won’t do! I insist on troubling myself!"
Tushan Jing Ci’s tone was stubborn. She lifted her chin and looked at Xiao Mo seriously.
"In any case, you must stay and have a meal with me tonight, Monk. Otherwise, I absolutely will not let you leave!"
The moment she finished speaking, Tushan Jing Ci hurried to the courtyard gate and bolted it shut. With her slender, willow-like waist and rounded rear pressed against the doorframe, she struck a pose that made it clear she had no intention of letting Xiao Mo out.
"Alright..." Xiao Mo sighed softly, a hint of helplessness in his voice. "Since you’ve put it that way, this humble monk has no choice but to obey. I’ll have to trouble you for dinner tonight, then."
"It’s no trouble, no trouble at all." Seeing Xiao Mo finally relent, Tushan Jing Ci’s eyes curved into two beautiful crescents. "Please, have a seat, Monk," she said cheerfully. "I’ll go prepare the food right away."
With that, Tushan Jing Ci quickly ran into the kitchen.
Xiao Mo sat alone in the courtyard, waiting quietly.
Before long, the aroma of cooking wafted out from the kitchen.
In less than an hour, Tushan Jing Ci emerged carrying four vegetarian dishes and a bowl of tofu soup, which she carefully placed on the table.
She served Xiao Mo a bowl of rice, her movements gentle and natural, like those of a virtuous wife, and placed it squarely in front of him.
Xiao Mo looked down at the exquisite vegetarian dishes on the table, yet his chopsticks hovered with hesitation, unwilling to touch the food.
"What’s wrong, Monk? Why aren’t you eating?" Tushan Jing Ci blinked as she watched Xiao Mo, the corners of her mouth twitching into a playful, cute smile. "Don’t tell me you’re worried I’ve poisoned the food?"
"I wouldn’t go that far." Xiao Mo chuckled and shook his head. "After all, I’ve done nothing to wrong you, Miss."
"Then hurry and eat before the food gets cold." Tushan Jing Ci picked up a few morsels with her chopsticks and placed them in Xiao Mo’s bowl.
Xiao Mo picked up his chopsticks and slowly began to eat.
Seeing him swallow the food she had cooked with her own hands, Tushan Jing Ci’s lips couldn’t help but curve into a faint smile.
"You go on and eat, Monk. I’m feeling a little sticky, so I’m going to take a bath. You can’t leave until you’ve finished everything!"
Without waiting for Xiao Mo’s reply, Tushan Jing Ci scurried into the bathing chamber.
Xiao Mo sat alone in the courtyard, eating his dinner in peace.
Half an incense stick’s worth of time passed. Just as Xiao Mo was nearly finished eating, his brow furrowed slightly.
He felt his vision begin to blur and his mind grow hazy.
’As I thought... there’s something wrong with this food,’ Xiao Mo sighed inwardly. He had long suspected this meal from Jing Ci was a trap.
Xiao Mo tried to circulate his energy to expel the toxins from his body.
But at that exact moment, the door to the bathing chamber creaked open, and Tushan Jing Ci gracefully stepped out.
She was wearing only a sheer gauze skirt, as thin as a cicada’s wing. It was so fine it was nearly transparent, clinging tightly to her fair and delicate skin.
A light pink *dudou* was stretched taut over her chest, the embroidered peonies upon it looking so lifelike they seemed to be in full, vibrant bloom.
Beneath the gauze skirt, Tushan Jing Ci’s long, snow-white legs were like a masterpiece carved from the finest white jade. From knee to ankle, their lines flowed as if painted, without a trace of excess flesh—a perfect work of art.
As she drew closer step by step, the slits in her skirt would occasionally reveal those long, well-proportioned legs, which glowed faintly in the dim twilight like the warm luster of high-quality white jade.
"Miss Jing Ci, what are you doing?"
Xiao Mo’s voice was hoarse. He tried to steady his mind, but his consciousness was like a cracking dam, the fissures spreading bit by bit, making it harder and harder to hold on.
"Why, doing something... fun, of course."
Tushan Jing Ci swayed gracefully to Xiao Mo’s side. With a light flick of her slender hand against her skirt, her full, rounded body settled onto his lap.
Tushan Jing Ci hadn’t even used a shred of her Charm Technique, yet the faint, elegant fragrance from her body already wafted into Xiao Mo’s nostrils, threatening to pull his very Divine Soul from his body.
She was like a pool of warm water, pressing her pliant, boneless body against his. Her moist, thin lips drew near his ear, her breath as fragrant as an orchid. Her voice was as soft as the night wind brushing against flower petals. "Don’t you worry, Monk. What we’re about to do... will be very pleasant. I’m sure you’ll... enjoy it very much."
"Miss, please, have some self-respect!" Xiao Mo closed his eyes and began reciting Buddhist Scripture in his mind.
"Self-respect? And what if I say no?" As she spoke, Tushan Jing Ci gently exhaled a warm, fragrant breath at Xiao Mo.
The instant that wisp of fragrance curled around his nose, Xiao Mo’s consciousness plunged into a bottomless sea. The light and sound before him faded into the distance, and he finally succumbed to a dark abyss where he could neither see nor hear.
’In the last moment before his consciousness shattered, Xiao Mo knew... he probably wasn’t getting away today.’
The next moment, Xiao Mo’s consciousness completely dissipated.
He sat rigidly on the stone stool like a puppet whose soul had been ripped out, his eyes vacant and unresponsive.
Then, Tushan Jing Ci extended a slender, jade-like hand and lightly tapped the spot between Xiao Mo’s brows, fully awakening the long-suppressed desires deep in his heart.
Xiao Mo’s breathing suddenly grew ragged, his chest heaving violently.
He pulled Tushan Jing Ci tightly into his embrace, his large, rough hands fumbling to tear away the sheer gauze from her body in a clumsy, urgent motion.
The ethereal gauze drifted silently to the ground. A faint trace of nervousness stirred in Tushan Jing Ci’s heart.
But more than that, there was anticipation.
’After tonight, I will have given my all to Xiao Mo.’
’By then, he’ll never be able to get rid of me.’
’Besides, after we’re done, while he’s still unconscious, I can secretly weave new memories for him.’
’When he wakes up, he’ll think he broke his vows in a moment of passion, not because I drugged him.’
However, just at that critical moment, Tushan Jing Ci’s heart suddenly seized!
In less than half a breath’s time, Tushan Jing Ci’s slender hand shot out and tapped the spot between Xiao Mo’s brows.
Immediately after, she scrambled off Xiao Mo’s lap and pulled a plain long dress from her Storage Ring to put on.
"Who’s there!"
Tushan Jing Ci’s eyes narrowed, a blade-like chill within them.
Behind her, seven long, snow-white tails swayed silently in the moonlight.
Having her plans interrupted, Tushan Jing Ci was extremely displeased, even a little furious.
And as her cold words faded, the courtyard gate was slowly pushed open.
A woman wearing a Daoist Robe walked in, one step at a time.
Tushan Jing Ci stared intently. The moment she saw the other person’s face clearly, her heart sank.
"Who... are you!"
Tushan Jing Ci’s willow-like brows furrowed tightly. She stared daggers at the woman before her, her voice as cold as frost.
This woman.
She looked...
Exactly like her!