Taoist Master and the Cat - Chapter 199

Xie Jingyuan deliberately didn’t imagine her wearing that cheongsam, folded the clothes and packed them into suitcases separately.

There were not only coats in the cloakroom, but also many underwear.

Xie Jingyuan left the underwear at the end, and said to Su Miaomiao, “I’m going to clean up the master bedroom, you pack these yourself.”

From the beginning to the end, he didn’t seem to have seen the suit that Su Miaomiao was wearing.

When he went to the master bedroom, Su Miaomiao was packing her underwear while muttering in her heart whether Zhao Lu’s method would work that time.

After packing her underwear, she went to the master bedroom and saw Xie Jingyuan being busy making the bed and packing.

Su Miaomiao suddenly felt a little bit reluctant, after all, that was a place where she had lived for four years.

Xie Jingyuan looked at his watch and reminded her, “The chicken soup is ready, I’ll help you get it first.”

Su Miaomiao’s reluctance disappeared immediately, and she happily followed him to the dining room to drink chicken soup.

After finishing the chicken soup, Xie Jingyuan efficiently packed up the last few items in the master bedroom. He then asked Su Miaomiao to check inside again to ensure nothing was missed.

As she looked through the room, Su Miaomiao spotted a white dress hanging in the wardrobe, which made her ask Xie Jingyuan suspiciously, “Why did you confiscate this?”

Xie Jingyuan finally looked at the short dress, and said in a low voice, “You will wear it later.”

Xie Jingyuan closed the door with his backhand, and the curtains on the south side were drawn even earlier.

The slender index finger pressed the switch, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

Turning off the lights was also a kind of signal between the two of them. Su Miaomiao stood in front of the closet, watching that familiar blurry figure walking toward her.

She wanted to go to bed, but there was only one mattress left on her bed, which might be dusty.

He reached out and closed the wardrobe door for her, and after that, he turned her to face the solid wood wardrobe.

Su Miaomiao thought that Xie Jingyuan would kiss her right away, but she heard him squat down and then hold her left ankle.

“Lift it.”

Then, there was an extra high-heeled shoe under her foot, a high-heeled shoe with a height of ten centimeters, which she obviously removed in the living room.

If it wasn’t for the sparkling beauty of those high heels, Su Miaomiao wouldn’t have bought them.

However, just standing there, Su Miaomiao could still wear it without twisting her feet.

After putting on both high heels, Xie Jingyuan stood up.

Su Miaomiao’s height was 168, and the high heels made up a large gap. So if Xie Jingyuan kissed her side neck from behind, it would be much more convenient.

Su Miaomiao leaned against the closet softly, tilting her head cooperatively.

Xie Jingyuan heard her laugh, very lightly.

“What are you laughing at?” He put one arm around her waist and stretched out the other to help her unbutton all the shirts slowly.

Su Miaomiao couldn’t hide her thoughts, and said contentedly, “Zhao Lu is indeed right, so the Taoist master did take the initiative to stick to me.”

Xie Jingyuan was a little helpless, “Do you think this is a good thing?”

Su Miaomiao rubbed his face and said, “It’s a good thing. I absolutely like it.”

She wished that the Taoist master would also become a cat. At that time, they wouldn’t have to go to work. When the sun was good, they would bask in the sun, and when it rained, they would crawl into a tree nest and play together.

Xie Jingyuan knew that even if she had a bad idea, her motives were extremely pure.

“I’m so attached to you, but I’m afraid you won’t be able to bear it,” Xie Jingyuan said with unclear meaning.

Su Miaomiao didn’t understand very well, but he didn’t explain anything anymore, and tore away her obstructive shirt.

Xie Jingyuan had been standing behind Su Miaomiao.

In Su Miaomiao’s chaotic mind, his slender and white right hand swayed.

The Taoist master once used that hand to hold a sword, used that hand to turn over a book, used that hand to force her head to separate from the desk and forbade her to sleep during class, and also used that hand to wipe her sweat when she played tennis, patiently.

It turned out that the Taoist master’s hand had other uses.

“Is it uncomfortable?” Xie Jingyuan suddenly asked in her ear.

Su Miaomiao shook her head, no matter what the Taoist master did, she liked it.

Xie Jingyuan left suddenly.

Just when Su Miaomiao felt lost, he suddenly held her tightly. 

Her body froze, and in an instant, a cloud of mushrooms printed in textbooks popped up in her mind.

Comparing the scenes she had seen in the brothel, she finally understood that she shouldn’t fantasize about the Taoist master as an ordinary man.

After her soul returned to her body, she wished that the high heels under her feet could be higher.

Xie Jingyuan restrained her and did not allow her to escape.

“It hurts,” Su Miaomiao protested aggrievedly.

Xie Jingyuan backed away, fastened his belt with one hand and said in a deep voice, “If I cling to you, this will happen. Do you still want to try?”

Su Miaomiao shook her head repeatedly.

“Then change your clothes, and I’ll go to the bathroom.”

But before leaving, Xie Jingyuan helped her take off the pair of high heels that might make her fall down.

When he went out, he turned on the light in the master bedroom, and before Su Miaomiao could look over, he quickly closed the door from the outside.

Su Miaomiao was still leaning against the closet weakly. Looking down, she pulled back the wrinkled skirt in fear, pulled it and took it off, and quickly took out the dress that looked safer from the closet.

From the bathroom, there came the sound of the shower.

Su Miaomiao’s body and courage were still a little weak, so she lay down on the sofa to relax.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, Xie Jingyuan came out.

She sat upright nervously, with both hands firmly pressing down on the hem of her skirt, when she looked at Xie Jingyuan, it wasn’t his face that she looked at first.

Noticing her gaze, Xie Jingyuan froze.