Why is the fairy who adopted me plotting against me?

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"Hmm...it's just practice, roughly the same," Su Mu replied vaguely.

So who did he "practice" with back then? Gu Zhaorong's mind immediately started working.

Is it Qinghan? That child seems to have always been intentionally or unintentionally avoiding Mu'er since she grew up, so she shouldn't have the guts.

Is it Zhao Ning, the prince's cousin? She's of noble birth and Mu'er's nominal "father," so no matter how much she spoils her, it's absolutely impossible...

They allowed him to do such an outrageous thing.

That leaves only that vixen Hu Chanyuan! Alarm bells immediately rang in Xiang Zhaorong's mind.

That woman did indeed resemble herself in some ways, both possessing an elegant and graceful figure and a mature and charming allure… she must be someone she…

With her by her side, Mu'er temporarily regarded her as a substitute!

A strange pang of sadness welled up in her heart, and Gu Zhaorong spoke softly, her voice carrying a hint of coquettishness and probing that she herself was unaware of: "Mu'er,"

So, what do you think? How does Aunt Gu compare to her?

Su Mu paused slightly, surprised, then understanding. He continued the massage, his tone gentle: "Aunt Gu and Aunt Hu, both..."

They are elders whom Mu'er respects; each has their own unique charm, making a simple comparison difficult.

Gu Zhaorong scoffed inwardly: Is this how you "talk back" to your elders?

"However," Su Mu changed the subject, her hand slowly moving down from her shoulder to gently cover the extremely...

While it possesses a certain abundance, other aspects might be comparable.

"Ugh!" Caught off guard, the melon was suddenly grasped, and Gu Zhaorong gasped in surprise, her body stiffening. Despite her extreme embarrassment, she did not flinch, only...

His heart pounded like a drum, and he felt the heavy weight and soft touch.

Su Mu carefully felt the fullness and elasticity of the melons in his palm, and pondered, "The melons grown by Aunt Hu and Aunt Gu are all large and tempting."

The shapes are slightly different; Aunt Hu's melons are more rounded and plump, while Aunt Gu's are more voluptuous and heavy.

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"You, you child! How could you actually compare us like this!" Gu Zhaorong scolded softly, her face flushed, but a feeling involuntarily welled up inside her.

A secret joy.

"I think I'm the better one... Mu'er probably prefers someone a bit more voluptuous, right?" she couldn't help but think to herself.

Look at the women close to him; each one is unassuming and reserved. The two young women are no exception. Zhi Xiao has already blossomed into a woman of exquisite curves and refined beauty.

Although Han is still young, she already has the charm of a young girl.

It seemed that only her sect master was like a child in both temperament and physique; if she said a few words to her, he would throw a tantrum. But Mu'er had never seen him before.

Mu'er really does prefer something more substantial, doesn't she?

Especially after he held the "melon" up like that, the "pole" behind him seemed even more erect...

“Aunt Gu,” Su Mu’s breath brushed past her ear, “Let Mu’er massage this area for you too. It’s said to help relieve neck and shoulder fatigue.”

"Hmm, good." Gu Zhaorong was dazed, her cheeks flushed, as if a wisp of smoke had broken. Consider it a reward for his patient instruction of Qing Shang in handling concubines.

"It must be hard work," she told herself, finally giving up all resistance.

That "honeydew melon" was so soft and supple that even through a thin nightgown, Su Mu's fingertips could easily sink into its warm softness.

Because of its considerable size, it takes more effort to massage it.

He meticulously kneaded and pressed the melon from stem to body, his finger techniques varying, sometimes grasping, sometimes kneading, and sometimes pinching with just the right amount of pressure.

Acupoints. Soon, Gu Zhaorong was drenched in sweat, panting heavily, and couldn't help but plead aloud.

"Haa... Mu'er, you...you're too good at squeezing melons! Slow down, Aunt Gu can't take it anymore!"

However, Su Mu seemed not to hear her, instead slightly increasing the pressure, her voice carrying an undeniable insistence: "Aunt Gu, a massage without some force..."

I'm afraid the effect of using qi (vital energy) will be poor.

He used both hands, weighing and swaying the object, causing Gu Zhaorong's body to sway restlessly like a willow in the wind, her ample "full moon" also...

As it swayed, the friction behind it inevitably intensified.

When Su Mu finally gripped the bottom of the "melon" with his hand and pulled it upwards with a heavy stroke, reaching all the way to the "top," Gu Zhaorong could no longer hold on.

The dike collapsed, and the "fields beneath my feet" seemed to have been irrigated by spring water. I felt completely exhausted, as if I had just finished a strenuous farm work.

She collapsed into his arms, panting heavily.

"Aunt Gu, are you feeling any better?" Su Mu's voice was still gentle and concerned.

"Hoo, hoo, Mu'er, your skills are truly... well-deserved," Gu Zhaorong said, her face flushed and her breath still uneven. This was still her first time...

This was the first time Ping had experienced such a strong and unfamiliar feeling. The emptiness and longing surging from the depths of her body made her feel both ashamed and helpless.

She could clearly feel the still proud and spirited "pestle" behind her, and her guilt deepened, but she still dared not take that last step.

"Mu'er, you seem to still be..." Her voice was barely audible, tinged with worry.

"Don't worry, Aunt Gu," Su Mu chuckled, considerately straightening her slightly disheveled clothes. "Xiaoxiao is still waiting for me at home. I have a way to handle this."

"Hmph!" Upon hearing this, Gu Zhaorong's face immediately showed a hint of annoyance, as if her thoughts had been seen through, or perhaps she was angry at his "irresponsible" behavior.

She lifted her delicate foot and gently kicked him, "Then why aren't you going yet! Do you really want to cause something bad to happen?"

She scolded him half-jokingly, almost frantically pushing this unsettling "culprit" out of the room.

Su Mu followed her lead out of the room, glancing back at the rapidly closing door, a helpless yet indulgent smile playing on his lips.

Yi then turned around and, under the moonlight, walked towards her and Xiaoxiao's residence.

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Chapter Fifty-Seven: Brother, let's shower together.

Su Zhixiao was dragging her tired steps back to her residence.

Her master's demands were exceptionally strict today, but the thought of her brother made her steps lighter.

"Xiaoxiao is back?"

Su Mu, wearing an apron, was busy at the stove.

"Mmm!" Upon seeing her brother, Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up, and all her fatigue vanished. She buried her face in his broad back, greedily inhaling his comforting breath.

The breath of the heart.

Hmm? There seems to be a faint, warm fragrance lingering around my brother, just like Aunt Gu's.

It seems something happened again when my brother went to deliver food to Aunt Gu.

Su Zhixiao felt a pang of sadness in her heart, and rubbed her face against the fragrance a few more times, as if trying to cover it up with her own scent.

"What's wrong, you little glutton?" Su Mu put down the ladle, turned around and picked her up: "Is the milk at noon not filling enough?"

"How...how could this be!" Su Zhixiao's cheeks instantly flushed red, and she lowered her eyes shyly. "So many. I still don't even..."

I feel hungry, and I've had several hiccups.

"Let's have something simple to eat tonight. After that, take a shower to relieve your fatigue."

"Okay!" Su Zhixiao nodded vigorously and began to eat heartily.

Su Mu gazed tenderly at Xiao Xiao, who was engrossed in her meal. Seeing her adorable puffed-out cheeks, the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up.

"Has brother eaten?" she asked, looking up with rice grains still on her lips.

"Yes, I ate with Aunt Gu just now." Su Mu thoughtfully reached out and wiped the rice grains from the corner of her mouth.

"Oh." Su Zhixiao's eyes flashed, then she buried her face back in the bowl and continued eating in silence.

"Eat slowly," Su Mu chuckled. "After you've finished eating and taken a shower, we can..."

"Hmm!" Upon hearing this, Su Zhixiao's eyes lit up instantly, and she quickly devoured all the food in her bowl.

Su Mu shook his head helplessly and used a towel to wipe her mouth clean: "Alright, you little glutton, go wash up."

Su Zhixiao nodded obediently, jumped off the table, took two steps toward the bathroom, but suddenly stopped, turned around, and clenched her hands tightly.

Zhang Di twisted the hem of her clothes, head bowed, her voice tinged with obvious shyness:

"Brother, how about we shower together?"

Su Mu was slightly taken aback, then said gently, "Okay, it has been a while since we showered together."

"Then, then brother, go ahead. I'll tidy up the dishes first..." Su Zhixiao stammered, too embarrassed to look up, and turned around to pretend to start tidying up.

The bowls and plates.

Su Mu smiled knowingly and went to the bathroom first. He took off his clothes, stepped into the warm bath, and soaked in the steamy water, quietly waiting for his younger sister.

sister.

"Brother, brother..." Su Zhixiao stood at the bathroom door, wrapped only in a thin bath towel, her cheeks flushed, her eyes darting around. She took a deep breath, her slender...

He gently untied the bath towel with his hand.

The fabric slipped silently, piling up at her feet, revealing a delicate body completely exposed to the misty vapor and soft moonlight.

Her skin was fair and delicate, gleaming with a luminous glow under the moonlight. A few beads of sweat slowly rolled down her firm, full breasts, like the morning dew.

Dewdrops adorn the cherry-red beads.

Her waist was slender, so thin it could be encircled by a single hand, extending downwards in a smooth, full curve. Where her legs crossed, a hidden valley was already stirring with the subtle warmth of spring.

There was a shimmering, watery glow.

"Xiaoxiao," Su Mu looked at her, his Adam's apple bobbing. In the water, the creature that had been lying dormant slowly raised its head, standing out prominently in the steam.

"Brother, brother..." Su Zhixiao's gaze fell on the red head emerging from the water, her cheeks flushed even more, and her voice was as soft as a whisper, "Let, let Xiaoxiao help..."

You...go wash up.

She gently moved her jade-like feet and carefully stepped into the water, creating ripples that spread outwards.

She slowly approached Su Mu, stretched out her trembling hand, gently covered the exposed red head, and began to awkwardly and slowly stroke up and down the pillar.

"Thank you, Xiaoxiao. I'll help you wash up too."

His large hand reached underwater, precisely located the spot, and began to knead it with varying pressure.

唔“

"Looks like we can't wash it too much," Su Mu chuckled.

"I still need to wash it. The taxi driver will wash it clean."

"it is good."

Before long, Su Zhixiao was the first to be defeated.

"Xiaoxiao, are you tired?" Su Mu put his arm around her soft waist and asked in a low voice.

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"N-no, I didn't!" Su Zhixiao forced herself to sit up, a defiant glint in her eyes. She cupped her two full, perky peaches in her hands...

Apply a little slippery soap liquid to make it look even more shiny and attractive.

"Brother..." she said softly, gently placing Su Mu's arm between her smooth, peach-like breasts, guiding his hand slowly from top to bottom.

He slid his palm until it was completely pressed against that full, perky curve.

"Brother, why don't you wash yourself?"

“Okay.” Su Mu chuckled in agreement. He applied slight pressure with his palm, sinking into that amazing softness and elasticity.

The smoothness of the soap made the touch even more wonderful; the peach changed shape in his palm, and the warm, slippery feel made him love it.

"Hmm"

She forced herself to remain calm, turned around, and gestured for Su Mu to turn his back to her. "Brother, let me help you wipe your back."