【Moonlight and Frosty Splendor】(1-2)

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Author: Uncle Sun of Jiangdong
Published on the forum on January 7, 2015
Is this the first post on this site? (Yes)
Everyone said they couldn't find chapters 1-2, so here they are .
Chapter 1
On the official road outside Yuzhou City, two horses galloped one after the other. Their large hooves pounded heavily on the snow-
covered ground, kicking up clouds of snow like shattered jade. White breath from their nostrils traveled
more than a foot, and despite the freezing weather, sweat streamed down their necks.
"Hero Yang, let's rest a bit. The horse needs to catch its breath, otherwise it won't be rideable later,"
said the old man in hemp clothing on the back horse, panting.
The tall, strong man on the front horse pulled on the reins, and his horse neighed
, rearing up and galloping several steps before stopping. It wasn't noticeable during their gallop, but now that they had slowed down,
the four legs of the horses were trembling uncontrollably, clearly exhausted.
Seeing this, Yang Wenbo knew that if they continued at this pace, the horses would surely die from exhaustion. He dismounted,
took a rag from the cloth bag in the horse's rump, and wiped the sweat from its brow. In such cold weather, the horses were covered in sweat; if
they weren't dried, they would definitely fall ill.
The old man, Fan Xuechuan, quickly dismounted as well and wiped his horse's sweat. Seeing that his beloved horse was gradually
recovering, he felt relieved and said to Yang Wenbo, "Hero Yang, don't worry, Yuzhou City is just
ahead. We'll definitely reach Hero Han Jianchen's residence before dark."
Yang Wenbo led his horse slowly, replying, "Brother Fan, I know this can't be rushed, but as long as
the lecherous 'Jade Butterfly' remains, the chastity of innocent women in the world will remain in danger. I truly wish I could rush
to Brother Han's residence immediately and ask for his help."
"Hehe, Master Yang, forgive my ignorance, but you should know that even with the combined efforts of the six prefectures and eighteen counties of the South, plus dozens
of constables from the government, we couldn't capture this villain. What skills does Master Han Jianchen possess to deal with 'Jade Butterfly
'?"
Yang Wenbo's eyes gleamed as he said, "Brother Fan, 'Jade Butterfly' was able to escape our pursuit time and time again
not because of his superior martial arts, but because his lightness skill was extremely high, and he was also adept at using hidden weapons, making
him impossible to defend against. However, if he were to face Brother Han, hehe, I'm afraid 'Jade Butterfly' would have no choice but to surrender."
"Could it be that Master Han's lightness skill is even superior to 'Jade Butterfly'?" Fan Xuechuan looked incredulous.
Having participated in several operations to encircle and suppress "Jade Butterfly," he was still apprehensive about the opponent's ghostly lightness skill
.
Yang Wenbo laughed, "Brother Han has always been indifferent to fame and rarely travels the martial world, so his reputation is not well-known. However, we
have known each other for over ten years, and I am probably the only one in the world who truly understands his skills. His Flying Cloud Chasing Moon Footwork is arguably the
best in the martial world, no less than Jade Butterfly's, and his Thirty-Six Forms of Soaring Sky Swordplay is also extraordinary.
If we want to hunt down Jade Butterfly, I'm afraid we'll have to rely on Brother Han."
The two talked as they led their horses into Yuzhou City. After turning left and right along the road for a long time,
a mansion appeared ahead, covering several acres, with a bright gate and towering walls, exuding an imposing aura.
Seeing Fan Xuechuan's stunned expression, Yang Wenbo couldn't help but explain, "Brother Han's ancestors were very
wealthy merchants, possessing immense riches, which led to this grand mansion. However, in Brother Han's generation, he disliked business and only loved martial arts
. Over the decades, he has spent a considerable amount of money seeking renowned masters to train with. But given his large family fortune,
even with these expenses, he is still financially secure. He's far more affluent than most of us."
Fan Xuechuan murmured, "No wonder Master Han isn't well-known in the martial arts world. If the old man had such wealth,
he would rather enjoy life at home than travel the martial arts world earning a living on the edge."
The two went up ... He knocked on the door knocker, and it took a long time for the gate to open. An elderly servant in his sixties emerged, his eyesight failing
. It took him a while to recognize Yang Wenbo, and he hurriedly bowed, saying, "So it's Master Yang!
My eyesight is failing me; I didn't recognize you in my haste. Please forgive me!"
Yang Wenbo returned the bow, saying, "Uncle Li, no need for such formalities. Is Brother Han at home? Please inform him
that Yang Wenbo and a friend have come to visit Brother Han to discuss important matters."
The old servant replied, "Master Yang, what are you saying? Please come in; there's no need for any announcements."
With that, the old servant led the two into the courtyard.
Once inside, Fan Xuechuan was even more astonished. The courtyard was paved with uniform blue bricks, with a pond and artificial hill in the center,
even the rocks used for the hill were not ordinary. Several courtyards stood in the center, with houses and painted beams, far exceeding the standards of ordinary homes.
The only drawback was the sparse population; along the way, only a few old servants were seen sweeping, making it seem somewhat desolate.
Yang Wenbo whispered, "The Han family has never been large, and in Brother Han's generation, there's only one heir. Brother Han and his
wife prefer peace and quiet, leaving only a few old servants from their previous generation to serve them."
Just then, they heard someone laugh, "I thought it was some friend coming to visit, but it's Brother Yang. I'm
sorry for not greeting you properly."
The two looked up and saw a man laughing loudly as he walked out of the hall. He was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, tall and slender, with sharp eyebrows
and bright eyes, exuding an extraordinary air. He wore a light blue robe, not made of expensive materials like silk, but it was
exquisitely tailored and fit him perfectly, highlighting his entire demeanor—both the elegance of a scholar and the heroic spirit of a warrior.
Yang Wenbo hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Brother Han, I have come uninvited. Please forgive any rudeness
."
After exchanging greetings, Yang Wenbo introduced Fan Xuechuan. The three exchanged pleasantries before being led into
the hall by their host.
Once seated, Fan Xuechuan secretly observed Han Jianchen. He saw a smiling,
refined man with gentle eyes that occasionally flashed with sharp light. His every move exuded a composed and
unhurried aura. Fan Xuechuan thought to himself, "Master Yang said this Master Han's martial arts are superb. Although
I haven't seen him demonstrate his skills, his demeanor alone surpasses that of ordinary so-called masters." He felt
more confident about capturing the "Jade Butterfly."
After drinking some tea and exchanging a few polite words, the three got down to business.
Yang Wenbo said, "To be honest, Brother Han, I've come here to ask for your help. The Jade Butterfly has wreaked havoc across six prefectures
and eighteen counties, harming countless innocent women. Every day of delay means several more innocent women may be
violated. This wicked man is extremely vicious, raping innocent women, a crime that angers both gods and men. However, his lightness skill is exceptionally high, and he
has escaped our encirclements several times. I have no choice but to swallow my pride and come to you for help. I hope that with
your unparalleled lightness skill and swordsmanship, we can bring justice to the people of the six prefectures."
Han Jianchen smiled and listened to Yang Wenbo's words, then pondered for a moment. He slowly said, "I have practiced martial arts for many years.
Although I am not very concerned with the grudges of the martial world, I know that the word 'chivalry' is of paramount importance. To be able to contribute my meager
strength to the peace of the people is what I have wished for many years."
Yang Wenbo asked happily, "Brother Han agreed?"
Before Han Jianchen could answer, a clear voice like the first song of a nightingale was heard from outside the hall, "Brother Yang
has come from afar and must be tired from your journey. I have already asked someone to prepare wine and food to welcome you. The
food and wine were not very refined in the rush, so please do not mind."
The curtain was lifted, and a woman walked in slowly.
Everyone looked up and saw that the woman had long, black, silky hair styled into a cloud-like bun, with two strands of hair falling smoothly
on either side of her snow-white cheeks. Her face was as white as mutton fat jade, so delicate that it seemed to break at a touch. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, and her eyes were like shimmering
autumn water, captivating the soul. Beneath her delicate, petite nose, a small, full, rosy mouth was slightly upturned, gleaming like crystal
. A pair of sparkling, transparent earrings swayed gently with her steps, reflecting a bright light. She wore
a fox fur coat, the snow-white down making her face appear even more fair and delicate. From the collar of the fur coat, one could see a plain white brocade robe and
a breathtaking expanse of snow-white skin below her neck. Although petite, her breasts were high and full, and even the thick
winter clothes could not conceal the stunning beauty of her breathtakingly beautiful body.
With a clang, Fan Xuechuan's teacup fell to the table, the scalding tea dripping onto her clothes without her noticing.
Her mind was a jumbled mess, with only one thought: How could there be such a stunningly beautiful woman in this world?
Not only Fan Xuechuan, who was meeting her for the first time, but even Yang Wenbo, who had met her many times before, felt a
jolt in his heart, instinctively lowering his gaze, as if even glancing at the woman before him would be a desecration. But the moment her gaze
shifted, a strong sense of resentment welled up within her, a yearning to see her one more time. These two contradictory feelings
mingled together, leaving her unsure whether to feel bitter or sweet.
Han Jianchen quickly stood up and walked to the woman, speaking softly, "Madam, why did you come to the front? It's
so cold; don't catch a chill." He unconsciously reached out and brushed aside the slightly disheveled hair at the side of her face,
tightening his fur coat.
Madam Han, petite in stature, resembled a blooming white pear blossom before her husband. Her head only reached Han Jianchen's chest .
She tilted her head back and chuckled, "I'm not that delicate. Brother Yang has come from afar, and you, as his brother, have
n't even thought to properly entertain him. It's all my fault as his sister-in-law." She leaned forward to look at Yang Wenbo and his wife, smiling slightly
, "It seems I've disturbed your business conversation. Brother Yang, you all go ahead with your business
. I'll go to the kitchen and prepare a few dishes."
"Thank you, Madam Han," Yang Wenbo hurriedly replied. As for Fan Xuechuan beside him, his gaze was vacant, his mouth agape
. Yang Wenbo pinched his leg a few times before he snapped out of it, chuckling twice, but no one knew
what he said.
Once she was gone, the three in the hall finally came to their senses. Fan Xuechuan grabbed his teacup and gulped down several mouthfuls, ignoring
the scalding tea, before finally regaining his composure.
The three talked for another half hour, finalizing the details of their joint operation to capture the thief. Seeing that it was getting late, Yang and Fan
got up to take their leave. If it were just Yang Wenbo alone, he would have liked to stay for dinner. However, Fan Xuechuan had come all this way,
and he couldn't bring himself to ask for a free meal.
Han Jianchen saw the two off at the gate before returning to the main hall. As soon as he entered, he saw his wife sitting in a chair,
a hint of worry on her beautiful face.
Han Jianchen smiled and said, "Shuang'er, what's bothering you?" He then sat down in a chair beside her.
Su Ningshuang hesitated, then said softly, "Husband, did Brother Yang come to see you again to ask you to fight someone
?"
Han Jianchen smiled casually, "It's just a petty thief; there won't be any danger."
Su Ningshuang frowned, remaining silent.
Han Jianchen smiled gently, walked to Su Ningshuang, and pulled her into his arms, then sat down
in her chair.
Su Ningshuang buried her head in Han Jianchen's chest and whispered, "I'm always so afraid when you go out, worried that
something might happen to you. We're not short of money, why do you have to risk your life? If something happens to you,
who will Yue'er and I rely on?"
Han Jianchen gently stroked Su Ningshuang's cheek and smiled, "My martial arts are quite good, how
could something happen to me so easily? If something really does happen, you can take Yue'er and remarry. With your looks and
talent, you might find a better husband." As soon as he said it, he realized something was wrong. Sure enough, Su Ningshuang suddenly looked up 　　and punched
Han Jianchen's chest with her small fist : "What nonsense are you talking about? How can you say such things? If you die, I... I'll become a nun 　　." As she spoke, her eyes reddened, and tears were about to fall. 　　Even a peerless hero was helpless in the face of his beloved wife's tears. Han Jianchen hurriedly said, 　　"My fault, my fault. My wife is right, I misspoke, I deserve a beating." He then took Su Ningshuang's 　　small fist and punched it a few times on his chest. 　　After this commotion, Su Ningshuang stopped crying and smiled coquettishly. She reached out and rubbed Han Jianchen's chest, then leaned down 　　and buried her face in her husband's chest again. 　　The hall was quiet, filled only with a faint, tender atmosphere that grew stronger. 　　Han Jianchen held his wife in his arms, a faint fragrance filling his nostrils, his breathing becoming rapid. 　　His large hand unconsciously slipped into his fox fur coat, gently grasping her soft breasts through the thin fabric, and began to knead them gently. 　　The beauty in his arms chuckled softly, a jade hand secretly slipping out of her sleeve and under Han Jianchen's robes. 　　After a moment, Han Jianchen's breathing became even more rapid. He lifted Su Ningshuang's arms, letting her straddle him.

Above, he saw the beauty's face slightly flushed, her arched eyebrows seemingly about to drip water. A surge of heat rushed to his head,
and he kissed those alluring red lips.
Accompanied by soft, almost imperceptible moans, Su Ningshuang's fox fur coat fell silently to the ground, her thin
undergarment half-open, her pink bodice pulled aside, revealing a snow-white breast that trembled gently in the air,
its high peak a tempting rosy cherries.
Su Ningshuang gave Han Jianchen a charming glance, then gently cupped her breast, leaning forward to offer it to her husband's lips
: "You glutton, you've been wanting to eat it for a while, haven't you?"
Han Jianchen gave a soft hum, taking the cherry into his mouth and gently sucking.
Su Ningshuang smiled, a tempting blush spreading across her face. Her gentle gaze was fixed on Han Jianchen
's eyes as she slowly rubbed the back of his head. "Ah, you glutton...you little devil...hmm..."
Suddenly, the hall door was pushed open, and a crisp voice rang out, "Mother, my senior brother is bullying
me again!"
A small head peeked in, the girl only fifteen or sixteen years old, her features strikingly similar to Su Ningshuang's. Her eyes
were bright as stars, innocent and pure, yet the smile at the corner of her lips already carried a hint of her mother's
allure.
The girl glanced into the hall, then immediately covered her face with her hands. "Ah...I didn't see anything."
The two people inside were startled and stopped moving. Su Ningshuang quickly got off Han Jianchen, pulling her clothes tighter
to cover her exposed chest, her face already as red as a ripe apple.
Han Jianchen sat up straight, trying to put on a solemn expression: "Yue'er..."
A giggle came from outside the hall: "I didn't see anything. Mother, Father, you continue,
I'll come back later."
The footsteps faded into the distance, followed by a girl's shout: "Uncle Li, Father is practicing in the hall, don't
let anyone go in and disturb him..."
As the voices faded, the two in the hall breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at each other, and laughed at the same time.
"This girl, really..." Han Jianchen said with a wry smile: "I wonder what Tianlin did to offend her this time."
Su Ningshuang's face was still flushed, her beautiful eyes glancing at him, she smiled and said: "Tianlin is an honest boy, he wouldn't bully
Yue'er. Of course, it's your precious daughter who bullied your disciple again."
"Hehe," Han Jianchen smiled: "Why are you speaking well of Tianlin? Yue'er is your daughter
."
"Hehe, what does it matter? I've watched Tianlin and Yue'er grow up since they were little, what's the difference? Besides
, if I don't treat Tianlin well, this spoiled girl probably won't have anyone to marry her in the future."
Thinking of his daughter's quirky and clever nature, Han Jianchen shook his head helplessly: "Tianlin is a good child,
but he's been bullied enough by Yue'er all these years. If nothing unexpected happens, he'll be bullied by this girl for another thirty or fifty years, it's really pitiful
."
Su Ningshuang chuckled: "You are not a fish, how can you know the fish's joy? Tianlin is probably already enjoying it. This
pair of enemies, they'll probably be fighting and bickering for the rest of their lives."
"That's right. Tianlin's personality is too weak, it seems I'll have to urge him to practice hard in the future.
Just reading and writing every day won't do, he's more like a scholar than a martial artist, he'll be bullied terribly by Yue'er in the future."
"Hehe, it's good that he looks like a scholar. If he can pass the imperial examinations and become a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the provincial or metropolitan examinations), then Yue'er will be a Jinshi
's wife. It's much better than her being a mother who has married a martial artist and is living in constant fear."
The two chatted and laughed, feeling a warm glow in their hearts.
Han Jianchen looked up at the window and cleared his throat.
"It's still early before dinner. Madam, shall we... continue..."
A blush crept onto her cheeks, Su Ningshuang's eyes sparkled, she glanced at her husband, a smile flashing across her lips,
her jade hand slowly reaching to her waist, hooking the ribbon around her waist, and her cloud-like dress slowly fell to the ground.
"I'm not afraid of you..."
Chapter Two
The next day, in front of the Han residence.
As the sun rose high in the sky, Han Jianchen, who should have set off early in the morning, looked at
the luggage his wife had packed for him, feeling both warm and somewhat helpless.
When traveling the world, one's luggage should ideally be simple and practical, easily held in one hand. However,
the luggage his wife had prepared overnight was a large bundle: silver, a change of clothes, books, food…
He considered removing a few items, but seeing his wife's slightly dark circles and worried face, his heart
softened. He placed the bundle on the horse's back and gently hugged his wife.
"Wait for me to come back."
With people coming and going at the door, it wasn't appropriate to make any more intimate gestures; a thousand words were condensed in this tight embrace
.
Su Ningshuang softly hummed in agreement, wrapping her arms around her husband's waist and burying her head in his chest: "Go early and come back early.
Be careful on the road."
Han Jianchen patted his wife's back, then turned to face a young man behind him, around eighteen or nineteen years old, with sword-like eyebrows
and bright eyes, exuding a refined and scholarly air amidst his heroic spirit.
"Tianlin, this family is in your care after I leave. Take good care of the house and don't cause trouble."
Han Jianchen's disciple, Li Tianlin, bowed and said, "Master, rest assured, I will certainly live up to your expectations. May I ask, Master
, how long will it be before you return?"
"At most three months, at least one month. During these months, you must practice your martial arts diligently and not slack off. When I return, I will
test your martial arts skills properly."
Li Tianlin bowed and agreed.
The girl beside him led the horse to Han Jianchen's side, "Daddy, come back soon."
Han Jianchen smiled, took the reins, and patted his daughter's head a few times, "Don't cause trouble at home. Also,"
he glanced at Li Tianlin, "Don't bully your senior brother."
"How could I bully him? He's the one who bullies me." The girl pouted.
Han Jianchen laughed heartily, mounted his horse, nodded to his wife, and spurred it on. His horse galloped away,
disappearing around the street corner in no time, leaving only the distant sound of hooves.
Only then did Su Ningshuang turn away and return to her residence.
"Uncle Li, close the gates tightly. Any visitors must be turned away."
"Yes, Madam."
The young girl, Yue'er, walked up to her mother with a grin, "Mother, I'm going out shopping!"
Su Ningshuang glanced at Yue'er, her face darkening, "You're not allowed to go. Go back to your room and study."
"Oh, studying is so boring!" Yue'er tugged at her mother's sleeve, pleading, "I'll only go out for a
little while, I'll be right back, okay, Mother?"
Seeing her daughter's pleading, Su Ningshuang chuckled inwardly, but deliberately put on a stern face, "Go back to your room
and copy the 'Selected Tang Poems' three times first, then I'll let you go shopping." After saying that, she ignored her daughter's entanglement and
walked into the hall.
Without the male head of the household, the hall seemed much quieter. Several thick ledgers were spread out on the table,
recording the comings and goings of various shops and businesses in the mansion this month. The Han family's ancestors were wealthy merchants, and although they were far from their
ancestors' former glory, they still maintained more than a dozen shops to supply the mansion's expenses.
Su Ningshuang sat down behind the table and began to carefully check the accounts. A woman in her fifties waved her hand,
dismissing the bystanders, and quietly stood beside the lady, attending to her. This was
the woman who had served Su Ningshuang since she was a young girl, utterly loyal and devoted. Though nominally mistress and servant, their relationship was more like that of mother and daughter.
After a long while, Su Ningshuang closed the ledger, looked up, and gently rubbed her forehead with her slender fingers. Her gaze
casually swept over the chair beside her, and her face flushed slightly. Last night, before dinner, she and her husband had
engaged in some rather absurd acts on this very chair. Although their daughter had caught them in the act, they had experienced unprecedented excitement.
By the end, the entire chair was almost soaked, and not a single piece of their clothing was dry.
Thinking of those shameful scenes from last night, Su Ningshuang's heart pounded. She felt a heat rising in her lower body,
as if a warm current was slowly flowing through her, and unconsciously her legs tightened, rubbing gently together. The more intense the feeling, the stronger it became
. With servants attending to her, she dared not move too much, gritting her teeth to endure it,
her body trembling slightly.
Seeing her mistress's flushed face, Granny Xu was surprised and hurriedly asked, "Miss, are you feeling unwell?"
Su Ningshuang, suppressing her embarrassment, replied, "Yes, I'm a little thirsty. Granny Xu, go and get some hot tea."
Granny Xu agreed and rushed out.
Alone, Su Ningshuang could no longer bear it. She let out a few soft moans, her legs rubbing together faster and faster
, her body trembling like a leaf. Soon, her moans suddenly rose a crescendo, her body stiffened
, and she slumped down, breathing softly.
"You wretch, you've killed Shuang'er," Su Ningshuang muttered to herself, biting her lip. She secretly took out a handkerchief from her bosom,
reached under her skirt to wipe away the dew, hesitated for a moment, then tucked it into her sleeve, her beautiful eyes gazing dreamily into the distance.
"Three months..."
Meanwhile, in Yue'er's room,
the girl, who should have been copying books, sat on a chair, one of her delicate legs crossed, trembling slightly
. The pom-poms on the tips of her embroidered shoes swayed gently. She held a slice of cucumber in her hand, slowly and deliberately taking small bites,
her lips smeared with juice.
On the other side, Li Tianlin sat at the table, writing furiously, a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead. It was unclear
how long he had been copying.
"Senior brother, hurry up and copy! You must finish before noon, otherwise we can't go out to play today!" the girl
called out sweetly, showing no shame in having someone else do it for us.
Li Tianlin replied casually as he copied, "Wait a little longer, there's not much left."
Normally, men would never be allowed into the boudoir of the only young lady in the mansion. However,
as Han Jianchen's disciple, Li Tianlin had lost both his parents at a young age and was raised by the Han couple along with Yue'er, almost like
siblings. Furthermore, the Han couple had long intended to marry their daughter to Li Tianlin, and the entire household already regarded him as their future son-in-law 　　.
Even though they clearly saw their young lady secretly bringing Li Tianlin into the room, no one dared to stop her. 　　"Hehe." Yue'er giggled, stood up, and walked behind Li Tianlin, bending down to look at the copied text 　　. Inadvertently, her body pressed against Li Tianlin's back. 　　"Not bad. Here's your reward, have some cucumber." 　　Li Tianlin was concentrating on copying when suddenly a soft, warm body pressed against his back. Looking up, 　　he saw Yue'er's exquisitely sculpted face just inches away, her warm breath on his face. 　　A slight shift of his gaze revealed Yue'er's fair neck and, below, the slight rise and 　　fall of her breasts. 　　*Plop*, a drop of ink fell onto the paper. 　　Yue'er exclaimed, turning back to scold, "How could you be so careless? You have to rewrite this page!" 　　She saw Li Tianlin's face was flushed. Following his gaze, she looked down and couldn't help but exclaim again, hurriedly 　　covering her collar with her hands and running away quickly. 　　Li Tianlin forced himself to calm down and took another sheet of paper to rewrite. However, the alluring glimpse of white skin he had just seen 　　kept appearing before his eyes, impossible to erase. 　　Behind him, all was silent. 　　Li Tianlin was terrified and said, "Yue'er, I didn't mean to." 　　After a pause, he heard Yue'er's voice, seemingly clenched, "You bad boy..." 　　Li Tianlin felt even more uneasy but dared not speak again. 　　After a while, he heard Yue'er whisper, "Senior brother, was it pretty just now?" Her voice was so soft it was almost 　　inaudible. 　　The room remained silent. 　　A moment later, Yue'er's voice returned to its usual tone: "Senior brother, where did you put your clothes 　　?" 　　"In the bedside table. What's wrong?" 　　There was no answer, only the sound of the table opening and clothes being taken out. 　　Li Tianlin quickly finished copying the last line, let out a long breath, put down the paper and pen, and turned around: " 　　Finished copying. Yue'er, ah..." 　　Yue'er had just taken off her dress, wearing only a close-fitting garment, her petite figure fully exposed 　　. Her two fair, delicate arms, like fresh lotus roots, were flawless. 　　Caught off guard, both of them froze for a moment. Then, Yue'er cried out, and a pillow...

She flew over: "Bad senior brother, don't look!"
Li Tianlin only then reacted, hurriedly turning around, closing his eyes tightly, not daring to look again.
A rustling sound came from behind him, and after a while, he heard Yue'er say, "Alright, you can turn around
now."
Li Tianlin then turned around.
In front of him appeared an extremely handsome young man, wearing a blue robe, a jade belt around his waist,
a paper fan in his hand, elegant and refined, with a faint blush on his face, looking somewhat shy.
"Yue'er, why are you..."
"Silly, of course I need to change clothes before going out."
"But, those are my clothes."
"It's just for a moment, don't be so stingy."
The girl said, waving her small fist, making a fierce face, raising her arms and stretching her legs, turning around with satisfaction
, bowing to Li Tianlin, and speaking in a affected tone: "Brother, what do you think of my outfit?"
"...Very good."
The girl hummed with satisfaction, holding her head high as she walked past him.
As the two brushed past each other, the girl suddenly turned her head, her eyes as bright as the stars in the sky.
"Senior brother, was it... good?"
Seeing Li Tianlin's embarrassed expression, Yue'er giggled, turned around, and walked away with her hands behind her back.
However, unseen by anyone, the girl secretly raised her hand and rubbed her burning cheek.
"Silly senior brother..."

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