However, as soon as Nian Jiaojiao finished speaking, Tong Ziyao took out an identical handkerchief from his embrace again.
"This..."
Nian Jiaojiao's mouth opened.
Seeing that the other party's actions did not stop, but instead continued to take out handkerchiefs one by one from his embrace, until he took out the tenth handkerchief, Tong Ziyao stopped.
He smiled gently at Nian Jiaojiao, "Wife, you don't have to be reluctant. Feel free to use them. I have more in my room."
Nian Jiaojiao (*⊙~⊙) choked for a few seconds before asking:
"No, why are you carrying so many handkerchiefs?"
Tong Ziyao's smile remained undiminished:
"Afraid of getting dirty."
Nian Jiaojiao frowned slightly. She carefully observed his expression, but found nothing amiss after watching for a while.
Then, her gaze moved down from above, settling on his chest.
How did he manage to hide ten handkerchiefs on his person without looking awkward?
After taking out all the handkerchiefs, the flatness of his chest was virtually the same.
Wondering what was inside?
So, with her curiosity piqued, she reached out.
"Wife, wife..."
Tong Ziyao's eyes became hazy, and a blush spread across his cheeks.
"Wife, aren't you too impatient?"
A cold male voice came from behind. Nian Jiaojiao turned her head and saw Nan Qing leaning against the door, arms crossed over his chest, watching her with a half-smile.
Under his gaze, Nian Jiaojiao turned back, only to see that Tong Ziyao's collar had been lifted by her, revealing his fair collarbones and chest, and her hand was placed on this elastic skin.
The delicate touch made her fingers twitch instinctively, causing the other party to let out a soft moan.
"Wife..."
This sound carried a hint of reproach.
With onlookers present, Nian Jiaojiao, feeling a little embarrassed, quickly closed his clothes.
At this moment, Nan Qing spoke again:
"Wife, you continue, I don't mind."
Nian Jiaojiao narrowed her eyes.
Hmph.
They were an old couple, wasn't her face thick enough?
So, she sat down and beckoned to Nan Qing.
Seeing this, Nan Qing raised an eyebrow but made no move.
Huh?
If you don't move, I will!
So, Nian Jiaojiao stepped forward and pulled him, intending to pull him into her embrace.
But unexpectedly, she couldn't pull him.
This was a bit awkward.
Nan Qing was already detached from worldly affairs, and she had only pulled him inadvertently. It was normal that she couldn't pull him, but it did slightly damage her authority as the head of the household.
"Hehehe..."
As expected, Tong Ziyao on the other side chuckled softly.
Nian Jiaojiao narrowed her eyes.
Slightly annoyed that he had used his cultivation during the tug-of-war.
Thus, Nian Jiaojiao, who was two major realms higher than him, also used her martial power to suppress him.
She picked him up in a princess carry.
Nan Qing in her arms stiffened, clearly not accustomed to this posture.
He struggled, wanting to get down, his ear tips turning slightly red.
"You, hurry up and put me down."
Nian Jiaojiao smiled mischievously:
"Scream! Scream your lungs out, and no one will come to save you!"
Her words successfully made Nan Qing's face darken.
"You are not allowed to say such lewd things!"
Nan Qing's expression was stern, and he began to ponder whom he had learned this from.
Could it be... Senior Sister Lei?
...
At this moment, Lei Juan, who was far away in Qingzhou, sneezed. She rubbed her nose, "Huh? Who is thinking of me? Alas... it must be some man who has a crush on me. Being too charming is also a problem!"
...
Meanwhile, Nian Jiaojiao had already placed Nan Qing on the table.
Her hands braced on either side of the table, pinning him down with her arms, she leaned closer to his reddened ear and breathed, "You don't like lewd words? Hmm?"
The last word was a heavy nasal sound, making the entire space feel sensual.
Nian Jiaojiao was very satisfied with Nan Qing's docile appearance at this moment; he looked extremely cute.
She continued to whisper in his ear:
"The lewd words you mentioned, do they mean... Come on, have fun, there's plenty of time... winding and turning, infatuated with the reckless dreams, the more flustered the more you want, the more itchy the more you scratch..."
Nan Qing was stunned.
Tong Ziyao was bewildered.
The two men knew that some lewd and vulgar verses were favored by many women, but at least they had some literary flavor, using classical Chinese. But this... it was too, too direct.
"Wife?"
"Wife!"
"Wife..."
At this moment, Xuan Yi, Xing Yun, and Yu Chuan walked in.
They looked at the two's posture, quite confused, and didn't know what had happened.
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Nian Jiaojiao lost interest in teasing further.
She released her hands fixed on the table.
However, before getting up, she couldn't help but pinch Nan Qing's jade-like cheek:
"Alright, I'll let you off for today."
Nan Qing expressionlessly touched the spot where she had pinched and stared at Nian Jiaojiao, who was animatedly talking with Xuan Yi and the others, without speaking.
Heh heh.
Very good.
...
The next day.
Outside the Gongyuan.
Nian Jiaojiao, with dark circles under her eyes, followed the crowd inside.
Unfortunately.
It was Nan Qing who came to her room last night.
Fortunately.
She was also unwilling to be outdone the entire night, and in the end, it was considered a "mutual destruction."
Thinking of Nan Qing lying in bed before she left, Nian Jiaojiao's lips curved into a smile of "victory."
Then, she continued to drag her heavy steps inward.
Two hours later, during the rest period at the Gongyuan.
Nian Jiaojiao was unaware that a "gentle and beautiful" woman was searching for her all over the courtyard, even attaching her portrait.
After eating lunch, as she was walking towards the courtyard belonging to the miscellaneous studies faction, she noticed many people around her looking at her and pointing.
She frowned slightly, twitched her earlobe, and calmed her mind to eavesdrop on their discussion.
"Is it her? Is it her?"
"That's right, it's her. The appearance matches."
"Then why aren't you quickly reporting it? The reward is not small!"
"I think you're courting death. Can't you see she's wearing the clothes of the miscellaneous studies faction and is about to go to the Miscellaneous Academy?"
"So what? We're just reporting it, are they going to cause trouble for us?"
"You're stupid, I ask you, which courtyard is looking for her?"
"The Poetry Academy! Oh, right! These two factions are incompatible. I'd better forget it."
"Hmph, finally you've got some sense. This might be a conflict between people from both sides, and they want to find trouble. We ordinary students should stay away from these factional disputes and not get involved!"
"You're right, you're right."
The Poetry Academy?
Looking for her?
A face surfaced in Nian Jiaojiao's mind.
Tsk.
As expected of the male lead.
So troublesome.
Nian Jiaojiao strode into the Miscellaneous Academy.
...
Evening.
After Nian Jiaojiao left the Gongyuan, the person she was looking for still showed up.
Looking at the "woman" with a gentle and innocent smile, Nian Jiaojiao said helplessly:
"What exactly do you want?"
Qin Binbin innocently said:
"I just want to be friends with Sister Jiaojiao, is that not allowed?"
Well, her name had been figured out, and it was likely that the other party also knew which faction she belonged to.
Indeed, she saw the other party continue, "Sister Jiaojiao, are you unwilling to see me because I'm from the Poetry faction? But, but it's just that the factions have some, some differences in ideology, it shouldn't affect our friendship."