Chapter 66

In order to confirm his suspicions, Xing's palm struck Dongyue's small, pert buttocks again, this time with more force than before.

*Slap!*

*Ah! Mmm...*

Dongyue let out a reflexive moan, her large eyes brimming with tears as she looked at Xing with an innocent, pitiful expression, her cheeks flushed and hinting at a subtle springtime allure.

It's over!

Over, over, over, over...

Xing's heart skipped a beat, his palm frozen in mid-air.

Could it be that she has really... been conditioned into a masochist by me?!

Sweat began to bead on Xing's forehead. Is it a sin to turn an innocent girl into a masochistic temptress? Amitabha!

*Ah, is this the ghostly body formed from the Yellow Spring water? The feel, the elasticity, it's truly incredible! So amazing!*

Xing tilted his head back at a forty-five-degree angle, sighing in amazement. His frozen palm moved to the back of his head, scratching it.

"Master Su, are you not going to hit me anymore?" Dongyue, sitting on his lap, looked up at Xing with a weak, soft voice, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling with springtime allure.

"Oh..." Xing scratched his head, smiling shyly at Dongyue, "No, I won't. The punishment is over."

"What if I make a mistake again?" Dongyue asked weakly.

"Make a mistake again!?" Xing stiffened, his palm trembling.

*Ha, ha, ha...* Xing gave a dry laugh, "If you make a mistake, of course you'll be punished! But the method of punishment might vary!"

"Is that so?" Dongyue's eyes flickered, seemingly disappointed.

This is bad. My palm almost lost control and struck her again. Could I be addicted to hitting her? Although, the feel of the little maid's buttocks is indeed quite nice... Xing glanced at Dongyue guiltily, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Master Su, are you sweating? Do you want me to wipe it for you?" Dongyue asked softly, as gentle as a little lamb.

"Sweat?" Xing was taken aback, touching his forehead and realizing he had been sweating without noticing.

"It's nothing, just a bit hot. Look, we're here!"

Xing, embarrassed, looked around for a chance to change the subject. His eyes lit up when he saw the corner of a pavilion in the distance.

"Hurry up!" Xing patted the head of the small wind elephant, urging it on.

*Whine!* The small wind elephant, submitting to Xing's authority, flapped its large, white ears, creating a gust of white divine wind. Its short, sturdy legs moved in a blur, dashing toward the distant pavilion.

Dongyue was speechless. The small wind elephant had no backbone, submitting so easily. Earlier, when it carried her, it moved slowly.

"The ears of this wind elephant look delicious. The cooking method should be similar to pig's ears," Xing muttered, drooling as he gazed at the wind elephant's flapping ears, his eyes gleaming.

His intuition about ingredients was correct. The ears of the wind elephant were indeed excellent. The larger the ears, the more valuable and faster the wind elephant.

"We're here." As soon as Xing spoke, the small wind elephant stopped, eager to get rid of this demon.

The small wind elephant, with some intelligence, nearly stumbled when it heard Xing's mutter about eating its ears.

"I'll be back." Xing dismounted, patted the small wind elephant's head, and smiled.

*Whine.* The wind elephant raised its trunk high, wailing to the sky, almost crying. Xing was too tormenting. The wind elephant felt that if it continued to be tormented by Xing, it would die young and never mate with the many beautiful female wind elephants.

"Xiaobai, don't cry. Master Su is actually quite nice. Could it be... you have a weakness for him?!" Dongyue consoled softly, staying on the saddle. She wanted to see Xing hit Dongmei's buttocks but was warned not to.

How is he nice! He's a demon! And I'm male, how can I have a weakness for him! The wind elephant finally shed two tears.

Tears streamed down its face...

Speaking of Xing, he turned left and right in the pavilion, finally finding Dongmei's boudoir. Stopping at the door, he could faintly see a graceful silhouette through the light silk on the door, far more alluring than Dongyue's youthful figure.

"From afar, I know it's not snow, for there comes a subtle fragrance." Xing murmured, gazing at the silhouette, and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

A voice came from inside the boudoir, beautiful and strange, with the coldness of winter and the warmth of spring.

Xing's expression changed, as if just by hearing the voice, he could picture the silhouette in his mind.

With permission, he slowly pushed open the door, his eyes brightening at the sight of Dongmei's boudoir.

The room was clean and tidy, with an ancient, elegant charm, lacking the usual feminine and delicate touches of a woman's boudoir, like that of a noble lady from ancient times.

"Very well-organized, not what I expected from a personal maid," Xing praised loudly.

"Master Su, your words are sharp. Has Dongmei offended you?" Dongmei, who was writing at a sandalwood desk, lifted her head, her voice melodious. She gathered her wide sleeves, gently placing the wolf-hair brush on the purple wood stand, and gracefully moved to the front.

"If so, I apologize, Master Su." Dongmei clasped her hands, bending her slender waist in a graceful bow.

What a powerful female ghost!

Xing's eyes narrowed, feeling a sense of caution.

From the beginning, he had smelled a faint plum blossom fragrance. Combined with Dongmei's dignified appearance, wearing a wide-sleeved robe with proud snow plum blossoms, she exuded a sacred and untouchable aura.

However, when she bowed, a hint of snow-white cleavage was revealed. If she tiptoed or leaned forward, one could see the two proud, red plum blossoms atop her snow-white chest.

This subtle, almost imperceptible allure would make even a sage like Liu Xiaohui's heart race, let alone a young, passionate man.

Xing's lips twitched slightly. A flash of snow-white had suddenly appeared before his eyes, but before he could fully see it, Dongmei had already stood up, her allure heightened.

"Why did the personal maid of the West Garden invite me, a mere kitchen hand, here?" Xing asked directly, sensing that Dongmei was not an ordinary ghost and not wanting to waste time.

*Hmph, let's see how you wriggle out of this!* Xing stared at Dongmei, thinking to himself.

"Master Su, your words are strange. Although we belong to different gardens, we shouldn't be completely isolated. As the personal maid of the Fourth Miss, I am like the head of the West Garden, so I want to liven up the atmosphere among the ghost servants and organize a gathering," Dongmei replied calmly.

"Why did you invite me, a nobody? I'm not interested in your gathering!" Xing blurted out, immediately regretting it.

Sure enough, Dongmei smiled faintly, slowly saying, "Master Su, you are too modest. Before joining the main kitchen, you surpassed Chef Zhang, and you excelled at the 'Mountain Delicacies and Sea Flavors' banquet. How can you be a nobody?"

"Moreover, if all the ghost servants in the City God's Mansion were like Master Su, wouldn't it be a stagnant pool?"

"Hmph!"

Xing's face grew colder, realizing he had fallen into Dongmei's rhythm. If he spoke, she would lead him.

Xing felt powerless against this female ghost, like facing a seamless egg, with no place to start. He couldn't just attack her without reason, as that would lack "principle"!

"Remarkable!" Xing inwardly sighed, acknowledging that Dongmei, who had defeated many ghost servants to become the personal maid of the West Garden's mistress, was indeed formidable!

"Is Master Su cold? Would you like Dongmei to add a layer of clothing for you?" Dongmei asked softly, seeing Xing's dark expression. She gently pulled the silk ribbon of her wide-sleeved robe, letting it slide off her smooth skin.

Xing was speechless. What could he say as Dongmei undressed in her boudoir? Although the scenario was cliché, it was flawless.

"I've lost!" Xing had come to confront Dongmei, but now he was about to be outmaneuvered and overpowered.

"Since there's nothing, I'll leave! Your room is indeed cold and eerie!" Xing said, turning to leave.

Dongmei's eyes flickered, surprised. There was actually a ghost who wasn't swayed by her charms, and she hadn't even finished undressing!

"Master Su, wait~" Dongmei called out in a soft, seductive voice.

"Wait for what? If I wait any longer, you'll eat me!" Xing didn't look back, stepping toward the door.

"Master Su, wouldn't it be too late to leave without dancing with Dongmei?" Dongmei purred, her delicate hand reaching out like lightning to grab Xing's wrist.

Xing's eyes lit up; he had been waiting for Dongmei to make a move.

Finally, you fell for it. If I can't outtalk you, can't I outfight you? Xing smiled, turning to say, "Sure, I'll dance with you!"

"Great~" Dongmei responded, her wide-sleeved robe now off, leaving her in a thin veil and a red belly band, confident that Xing would fall for her.

But Xing only looked at Dongmei calmly, his eyes appreciative.

The black veil fluttered, her white skin gleamed, her breasts stood tall, and inside, only a red belly band with a plum blossom.

What a heart of stone Xing has, to remain unmoved by this! Dongmei, seeing Xing's calmness, gritted her teeth, feeling frustrated.

Men who remain unmoved by this are either sages or extremely perverted, with grand ambitions!

Dongmei analyzed inwardly, maintaining a calm expression. "Master Su, would you like to dance a close dance with Dongmei?"

"Sure!" Xing smiled, agreeing immediately.

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