I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 62

Jiang Xidai froze on the spot. Her lashes swept down, and the dazzling array of items in the small wooden box stung her eyes.
The small wooden box was indeed packed with everything, small but complete in every detail. There were all sorts of items in various colors—bells with ancient patterns, long straps, several folded gauze robes, candles carved into lotus flowers, and a few sticks of incense for unknown purposes.
Although Yan Huirou was silent, she was still examining them one by one. She gently put down the jade dildo and picked up a small bell, which jingled as she lifted it. “Sect Master, is this… also yours?”
What “also”?
Where did the “also” come from?!
“You…” If she could, Jiang Xidai would have loved to drag Wen Xianyin over and give her eight hundred lashes right now.
Unfortunately, she had just sealed the main gate of Qionghua Hall. To “come out of seclusion” now, seemingly out of shame and anger, would be even more of a loss of face.
It would make her, the great master of the Shasheng Sect, look like an old woman who had never seen the world.
If her senior disciple found out, even if Wen Xianyin didn’t say anything, she would surely be laughing at her in her heart.
She thought so to herself.
“This isn’t—” The woman bit her lower lip slightly, trying to salvage her innocence.
Yan Huirou picked up a red gauze robe. “Sect Master, you still like red so much. But… there’s a large slit at the bottom of the garment. Won’t you catch a cold like this?”
Jiang Xidai said, “Yan Huirou, Wen Xianyin sent the wrong thing. Don’t hold such a filthy object… Put it down. I really don’t have—”
“I know it was sent by mistake,” Yan Huirou comforted her.
But anyone with eyes could see the meaning. It was sent by mistake, not that it didn’t exist.
Of course, she had been collecting them all along.
It was just sent by mistake.
“What do you know? This was probably bought by my disciple just yesterday.”
Jiang Xidai’s voice was not as tense as before; there was a hint of guilt.
After all, the jade dildo looked familiar. It was indeed an early collection. Although it was a jade dildo, the material was good, so Jiang Xidai hadn’t thrown it away and had kept it in the storeroom.
Yan Huirou: “…All of them?”
Jiang Xidai didn’t want to waste her breath. “All of them.”
“You said you wouldn’t lie to me again.” Yan Huirou’s mind was as sharp as a needle. “This robe has been washed many times. It wasn’t bought yesterday.”
Jiang Xidai didn’t know what expression to make. This stemmed from a thoughtful habit of Wen Xianyin’s. The senior disciple knew that the Sect Master liked to wear soft, close-fitting fabrics, so new items were always washed by hand three to five times before she was satisfied.
Unfortunately, Yan Huirou didn’t know this.
Yan Huirou put the things back as she was told. After a long silence, seeing that she had no intention of explaining further, she said, “Sect Master, you don’t need to be uncomfortable. It’s only human.”
But after saying “it wasn’t bought yesterday,” Yan Huirou also lowered her head slightly.
She felt a little uncomfortable about her own slightly selfish prying. Only after she had blurted it out did she realize that the sentence was a bit aggressive.
To point out Sect Master Jiang’s lifestyle in such a baffling way would only annoy people.
It’s better not to be so tactless.
Yan Huirou calmed herself down, but there was still a hint of worry in her heart. “Sect Master, every time you drink, you summon three or five maids, and sometimes even a group. I don’t know if you…”
Her voice lowered. “Right, if so, it’s better not to in the future. You don’t know their backgrounds, nor whether they like men or women in their personal lives. Such intimate contact, this… what if… it’s too damaging to your body, isn’t it?”
“…Yan Huirou!”
Her peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly, a faint red blush appearing around them.
“What does a little brat like you know? How can you say such things?”
Jiang Xidai was quite puzzled. Yan Huirou had seemed quite uncomfortable watching those decadent scenes before. Now, to be lecturing her so seriously, didn’t she feel embarrassed?
How could such wanton words come from her small, demure lips?
But on closer inspection, Yan Huirou’s cheeks were also slightly red when she spoke, clearly embarrassed but still forcing herself to lecture Jiang Xidai.
Yan Huirou said, “I’m not speculating about you. I’m just reminding you that it’s not safe. If the Sect Master can maintain her self-respect, that would be for the best.”
“Perhaps you should also drink less. If I hadn’t come last time, you might have been—by those two maids—” Yan Huirou’s lashes trembled as she spoke.
“…”
With these words, Jiang Xidai felt that even if she jumped into the Yellow River, she wouldn’t be able to wash herself clean.
She sat back down on the chaise lounge in the hall in a rather self-destructive manner, mourning her innocence, and for a moment, she was even too lazy to start cultivating.
A glance at the small wooden box made her even more furious.
She got up, snatched the filthy thing from Yan Huirou’s hand, slammed it shut with a click, and then threw it to the side with a clang, out of sight, out of mind.
But after pondering for a long while, she thought, what am I afraid of?
As the leader of a demonic sect that roamed the four seas, it probably wouldn’t seem strange even if she were to indulge in debauchery in broad daylight. People would only remark in their after-dinner chats, See, it’s just as we thought.
At this thought, her self-destructive mood gradually turned into a devil-may-care attitude.
Jiang Xidai said sarcastically, “Yan Huirou, stop looking at that thing. You seem to love it so much, should I give you a set?”
This sentence was like lightning striking dead wood—it startled the pensive Yan Huirou. The two blushes on her cheeks deepened, and after a moment, she replied in a soft, faint voice, “…N-no, thank you. I don’t need these. Sect Master.”
Yan Huirou clearly didn’t mean it that way, but she vaguely knew that her embarrassed reaction had once again piqued her amusement.
And Jiang Xidai was doing it on purpose.
As expected, a few cold laughs came from the woman in the hall.
She called out, “Come here.”
The woman’s fingers rested on the soft chaise lounge, sinking slightly into the fur on top. She tapped it, as if indicating for Yan Huirou to sit there.
After such a conversation, Yan Huirou sat down with demure elegance, modestly arranging her robes.
Seeing her so reserved, Jiang Xidai, after a moment, felt a bad taste in her mouth again.
What, is she disgusted by my chaotic lifestyle?
What a mess.
Sect Master Jiang thought this, and her heart felt even more indescribable. But she didn’t want to explain further about that matter, as if she cared so much, which would seem particularly petty.
Her long lashes fell, and she glanced at Yan Huirou from the side.
Yan Huirou thought she didn’t like her sitting too close, so she scooted away a little.
This scooting made Jiang Xidai even more bothered.
Just as Yan Huirou lowered her head to adjust her robes, she vaguely saw two strands of hair that weren’t hers fall down. The woman’s face was inches away, already devastatingly beautiful, and up close, it was even clearer, making her heart jump.
Yan Huirou: “Sect Master, do we need to be so close for cultivation?”
Jiang Xidai leaned against her. “Of course.”
Warm breath swept across her neck, and Yan Huirou felt a tingling sensation there.
“Yan Huirou, hold me.”
The woman glanced at her, her eyes cold, but those naturally charming and lively eyes, even when looking at her so bossily, couldn’t help but be endearing.
“Yan Huirou…” Jiang Xidai seemed not to have expected Yan Huirou to be so still, almost treating her command as a passing wind. Her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she were about to get angry.
Like some proud and fragile little creature that would claw at you if it wasn’t lying comfortably.
Yan Huirou sighed and wrapped her arms tightly around the woman’s soft waist. “…You don’t seem to be cultivating seriously like this.”
“Does cultivation have to be done sitting so properly?”
Jiang Xidai, however, didn’t think so. Only then did her expression relax and she closed her eyes, actually beginning to circulate her energy and meditate. “Not necessarily. Only trash is bound by fixed methods. I’m very close to you, so you can observe a thing or two.”
The spiritual energy flowing around her was like the Milky Way, quietly flowing.
This faint light also illuminated Yan Huirou’s side profile.
At least Jiang Xidai still remembered Yan Huirou. After each cycle of her energy, she would have Yan Huirou follow suit.
When Yan Huirou closed her eyes, she could once again smell that floating, faint fragrance. It came and went, like a small fish, burrowing into her neck.
Her aura flowed into her meridians, circulating gently and gradually warming up, as if licking all her wounds, making her feel exceptionally at ease.
Although the main gate of the hall was shut tight, some light still seeped through the closed windows, scattering on the floor.
The time in the room stretched and shrank, an unknown amount passing by.
Until another burst of light faded, and the room was plunged into darkness as if a candle had been blown out.
Just as Yan Huirou was feeling a little drowsy, she found that her hand holding her had loosened at some point.
And Yan Huirou was being held very tightly, almost unable to move.
“Sect Master, you…”
“Shut up.”
In the darkness, the woman’s voice was faint. “Concentrate.”
Jiang Xidai was holding her like a pillow, her eyes closed in rest, completely unaware of Yan Huirou’s current predicament.
Being so close, Yan Huirou felt her face burning hot and moved slightly.
But the red robe on the woman was exquisite and complex. She couldn’t help but move away, her toes wanting to touch the ground and stand up.
Jiang Xidai’s legs suddenly crossed and lifted slightly, causing her to lean forward, unable to get down.
“What are you doing?” Jiang Xidai opened her eyes lazily. “Fidgeting around.”
…It’s too hot being held like this, Yan Huirou said in her heart.
“But I feel cold.”
This was Sect Master Jiang, dissatisfied with Yan Huirou’s loose embrace—while she was concentrating on her cultivation, she had rearranged her several times to find this comfortable position, and she was naturally unwilling to give it up easily.
Holding the little girl on her lap like this felt light, warm, and was a perfect, snug embrace that filled her arms, making her feel very at ease.
Besides, this tactless thing actually dared to disdain her. Jiang Xidai was displeased and insisted on doing so.
She lifted the hair from the side of Yan Huirou’s neck and buried her nose and mouth there, taking a shallow breath of the young woman’s osmanthus-like scent, as if inhaling clouds and exhaling mist.
As expected of the divine little female lead. Holding her while cultivating and healing didn’t seem as boring, and it even went a little faster.
For once, Jiang Xidai felt so at ease in the darkness. She held this only source of warmth even tighter.
And as she did so, Yan Huirou subconsciously squeezed her legs together, a pink flush spreading across her neck.
“Sect Master Jiang, you…”
As Jiang Xidai was indulging in this gentle, faint fragrance, she heard a question by her ear. “…Why did you kiss me before?”