Chapter 621: Chapter 392: Two Fairies, Long Night Ahead, How About a Chat?_2
Both Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu were still clad in their respective black and white sheer dresses, except they seed to have changed clothes, as the verses Zhao Rong had written in rouge and goose-yellow ink were no longer on their sleeves—presumably put away after their bath and incense-burning session.
From the mont they entered, Zhao Rong could sll the fairies’ fresh fragrance, and he looked at them appreciatively.
At this mont, the most eye-catching was Su Qingdai in her pitch-black long dress. Her thick and smoothly cascading shoulder-length black hair hung like a waterfall in midair.
In contrast to the black dress, her skin appeared as creamy and lustrous as mutton-fat Beautiful Jade.
anwhile, Luo Xiu’s clean-cut white dress and her long black hair, bound with a hairband and adorned with a butterfly hairpin, with a single strand hanging in front of her chest, gave off a pure and crystalline aura.
Indeed, they were both top-grade beauties, and he had attained both at once.
“We have already bathed and burned incense as Teacher instructed,” said Su Qingdai, the typically aloof woman, her jade lips parting slightly, her cheeks flushing.
Luo Xiu nodded, eyes downcast.
Zhao Rong chuckled softly without speaking, instead lightly tapping the empty space on the bed next to him with the scroll in his hand.
The won’s long eyelashes fluttered with understanding, and with shyly lowered heads, they approached.
Just then, Zhao Qian’er, who had been quietly drying Zhao Rong’s wet hair, suddenly stood up.
The lively and agile young girl, graceful in her movents, hopped off the bed without bending her waist, positioning herself in front of Zhao Rong.
Barefoot, she approached the two won and stared directly at them, extending a small hand calmly.
Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu turned their gaze towards the young Confucian Scholar on the bed, who seed quite interested in the scene and did not interrupt Zhao Qian’er’s actions.
Zhao Rong nodded slightly, “Mhm, listen to her, any potentially harmful items on you should be left with Qian’er for safekeeping.”
He paused, then spread his hands and shook his head with a sigh,
“Alas, both ladies are at least great Fairies of the Vast Realm, while I’m just a worthless Confucian Scholar who barely belongs in the Fu Yao Realm, and I value my life. Better safe than sorry; let’s be frank with each other.”
Zhao Rong smiled and flicked his sleeve, “Make sure not to hide anything. It’s a minor issue if you scare , but it would be a serious matter if you were misunderstood by Qian’er.”
Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu exchanged a glance before stepping forward to hand over their Suru Objects to Zhao Qian’er.
anwhile, as Zhao Qian’er brushed the hair that hung at the side of her face with an onion-shaped finger, she scrutinized the two won with unblinking peach blossom eyes, her clear gaze shifting.
Yet she did not move aside.
After a mont of silence, Su Qingdai unsaid a knot tied with a black ribbon at her waist without saying a word and gave it a light tug.
The pitch-black skirt slid down along the fine curves of her rounded shoulders and sinuous waist and hips.
Suddenly, spring was revealed.
It was a swath of snowy white.
Zhao Rong’s eyes slightly lifted, and his first impression was that the whiteness was dazzling.
Well, don’t think too much about it—the midriff cover and undergarnts were still there, just unexpectedly in a snow-white color, with no design whatsoever.
Having assud that Su Qingdai would wear sothing fiery and vibrant like red or purple under her black dress, he was surprised to find it was pure and unadorned white instead.
It was slightly beyond Zhao Rong’s expectation, yet it also satisfied his curiosity.
And, in addition,
This Fairy Su sure has a fine figure… Zhao Rong nodded to himself, everything that should be perky was perky, everything that should be slim was slim…
At that mont, Luo Xiu made her move, and before Zhao Rong could react, her waistband was undone, causing her spotless white gown to glide off smoothly as well.
Then a tableau of frosty white intertwined with fiery red unfolded.
Zhao Rong blinked and saw the ethereally pure Luo Xiu in a vivid crimson midriff-cover and undergarnts, slightly glaring to the eyes.
Another surprise, oh my, did you get dressed wrong? Donning each other’s underwear by mistake after the bath?
In fact, guessing and being curious about the colors the two fairies chose was not out of perversion, but because Zhao Rong was accustod to judging a person’s inner world from such intimate apparel, a practice he initially saw in a book—well, it was a sort of bad taste left over from a previous life…
Su Qingdai bit her lip and looked at Zhao Qian, who was a head shorter than her, and said softly, “Can we proceed now?”
Zhao Rong thought it over and felt that although the fairies were not entirely bare, he should be able to handle any weapon they still had on them.
He spoke gravely, “Ahem, Qian’er, that’s enough.”
Zhao Qian gazed at Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu, then stepped aside.
The two won did not imdiately step forward; instead, they squatted down and rummaged through their dresses on the floor.
Zhao Qian furrowed her brows.
Then Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu each extracted a peculiar flower from within their sleeves.
Wearing only midriff covers and undergarnts, their slender jade arms bare, they held the strange flowers in their left hands and presented them before Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong waved Zhao Qian off subtly without a word, his eyes filled with curiosity toward the flowers in the won’s hands.
He saw a beautiful flower he had never encountered before, its petals snowy white and shaped like crescent moons, approximately nine petals in a spiraling circle creating the semblance of a bright moon.
“Mr. Zhao need not overthink,” Su Qingdai explained softly, “this is… it is a ritual that we won of the Li Territory perform… with our… with our lovers for the first ti, one that every Li woman must adhere to.”
Zhao Rong thought for a mont, then shook his head, “You’ve misunderstood, we won’t be engaging in anything inappropriate for children tonight.”
Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu couldn’t help but look at him,
Zhao Rong said in all seriousness,
“Ladies, the night is long why not have a chat?”
Chat? You want us dressed like this and chat with you? Chat your big ghost head, oh.
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