My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 139 The Temptation of the Taoist Robe
The next day, after Bai Jing finished her two-hour English class, she couldn't bear to look at Chen Xiaomiao's exhausted face any longer.

"Stop, that's enough for today." Bai Jing closed her textbook and took off her glasses. "Come on, I'll take you out for some fresh air."

Chen Xiaomiao was feeling dizzy from being confused by the past and present tenses, but she perked up when she heard this: "Sister Jing, where are you going?"

"A place that women love to go to."

Bai Jing winked at her, a mysterious smile playing on her lips.

The car wound its way through the streets before finally stopping in front of an elegantly decorated shop.

Chen Xiaomiao looked up and was stunned.

Isn't this the beauty salon that Lu Yuan used to bring her to?
As soon as the two entered, Su Xia, dressed in a business suit, greeted them with a big smile.

"Oh, Teacher Bai, what brings you to Jiangcheng?"

She greeted them warmly, then caught sight of Chen Xiaomiao out of the corner of her eye and exclaimed in surprise, "Hey! Isn't this Lu Yuan's girlfriend? Teacher Bai, do you know her?"

"Can we come together even if we don't know each other?" Bai Jing smiled politely, took off her coat and handed it to Su Xia: "Same as always, a full-body relaxation package, arrange one for her too."

"Alright, please come in."

Having learned from her previous experience at the beauty salon, Chen Xiaomiao wasn't as nervous this time.

But when the warm essential oil was applied to her back and the stranger's large hands began to press and knead, she was still stiff all over and felt twisted all over.

In contrast, Bai Jing, with her eyes closed, looked completely at ease, as if she were enjoying herself immensely, just like she was on her own bed.

After the massage, the two were taken to a private lounge.

They changed into soft bathrobes, applied cool face masks, and lay side by side on the comfortable soft bed.

The room was filled with calming incense, and soft music flowed in the air.

My body completely relaxed, and the tension in my mind also eased.

Chen Xiaomiao turned her head and blurted out, "Sister Jing, you and Uncle Lü are more than ten years apart in age, aren't you?"

Bai Jing didn't even open her eyes, and her voice was lazy.

"Sixteen years old."

How did you two meet?

“I used to be his son’s teacher.”

Bai Jing answered calmly, but Chen Xiaomiao was speechless for a long time.

After a long while, she asked again in a low voice, "Then...does Uncle Lü's wife know about this?"

"I don't know if she knows."

Bai Jing said calmly, "But even if she knows, there's nothing she can do about Lü Lei. Divorce involves too many things and is too painful for anyone to afford."

"Do you feel guilty towards her?"

"It will be a little bit at first."

Bai Jing finally opened her eyes, turned her head to look at Chen Xiaomiao, her eyes were completely calm, as if she were talking about someone else.

"Over time, it all becomes the same. Everyone has their own way of living, and no one gets in anyone else's way."

If we ever actually meet, and she's willing to give me a friendly look, I might even hold my nose and politely call her "sister."

After saying that, she laughed self-deprecatingly and changed the subject.

"Why are you suddenly asking me this? Are you worried that your Lu Yuan might find you a younger sister outside?"

"I'm not afraid at all!"

Chen Xiaomiao blurted out, her cheeks secretly burning under the face mask.

Remembering what Song Jia had taught her, she said firmly, "I believe in Lu Yuan."

"That's true, he looks like he has no desires and doesn't seem like a lecher."

"He's not celibate at all; he's a lecherous womanizer who touches me inappropriately every day!"

"Getting handsy? Aren't you two a couple? What's wrong with getting handsy?"

Bai Jing suddenly realized something, her eyes widened abruptly, and her voice changed: "Xiao Miao, you two wouldn't... not yet..."

Chen Xiaomiao quickly made an excuse to explain: "In the past... I wasn't fully recovered, so it wasn't convenient... But now..."

After hesitating for a long time, she finally asked the question that was on her mind.

"Sister Jing, now that I've recovered, I want to... you... do you have any good ideas?"

Bai Jing couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter, clutching her stomach and panting.

"My God... a way? What kind of way do you need for something like this?"

She laughed until tears almost streamed down her face: "Silly girl, if you take a bath tonight, stand in front of him, take off your clothes, any man would pounce on you! What more do you need?"

Chen Xiaomiao bit her lip, remaining silent. Bai Jing, seeing her embarrassed expression, instantly understood the crux of the matter.

"You...you're not shy about taking off your clothes yourself, are you?"

Chen Xiaomiao didn't say anything, she just turned her head away.

"Pfft..."

Bai Jing could no longer hold back and burst into laughter, her body shaking with mirth, and she was even out of breath.

She had always thought Chen Xiaomiao was simple and traditional, but she never expected her to be this simple and traditional.

After a while, Bai Jing took a deep breath and stopped laughing.

"Alright, since Xiao Miao is shy, I'll give you an idea."

"What idea?"

Bai Jing rested her chin on her hand, her eyes darting around.

"Little Miao, you're a Taoist priest, right?"

Chen Xiaomiao nodded, not understanding what was going on.

Bai Jing leaned close to her ear and whispered something.

"Then change your clothes tonight..."

…………

That evening, Chen Xiaomiao stood in front of the dressing mirror in her bedroom, wearing the "Taoist robe" that Bai Jing had chosen for her.

What kind of Taoist robe looks like this?
The fabric was a smooth, water-like, almost transparent white silk, barely enough to cover the view inside.

The style is modeled after a Taoist robe, with wide sleeves and a very low neckline, revealing delicate collarbones and a large expanse of snow-white skin on the chest.

The chest and back are embroidered with intricate Bagua cloud patterns in silver thread, adding an inexplicable and alluring sense of asceticism.

The high slits on both sides started from the top of her thighs, and as she moved, her two white thighs were faintly visible.

The only support for the entire garment is a loose ribbon at the waist, which can be easily tugged...

"Click."

The sound of a key unlocking came from outside.

Startled, Chen Xiaomiao abandoned all sense of shame and quickly jumped onto the bed, pulling the blanket over herself from head to toe, leaving only her eyes peeking out at the edge as she nervously stared at the doorway.

Lu Yuan pushed the door open and came in, still smelling of alcohol.

He casually took off his suit jacket and draped it over the back of the chair, loosened his tie, and turned his head to see a bulge on the bed.

Why are you going to bed so early today? Aren't you going to study vocabulary?

"After you've finished reciting, go take a shower. You smell like alcohol."

"What's the hurry?"

As Lu Yuan spoke, he tried to sit down on the edge of the bed.

"Go now!"

Chen Xiaomiao huddled under the covers, urging him on.

Lu Yuan was somewhat bewildered by her inexplicable impatience, but he still took the pajamas as instructed and went into the bathroom.

The sound of rushing water filled the air.

Lu Yuan was applying shower gel when he suddenly heard a "click" behind him, and the bathroom door was gently pushed open a crack.

Noticing the commotion, he instinctively turned around.

One glance was enough to freeze him in place.

Amidst the rising steam, Chen Xiaomiao stood a few steps away from him.

The so-called "Taoist robe" was faintly visible under the moisture.

She was barefoot, her toes slightly curled from nervousness, her wet black hair draped over her shoulders, and her face still flushed.

Her clear, foxy eyes were filled with a girl's shyness and nervousness, as well as a resolute determination to go all out.

Lu Yuan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he felt a surge of heat rush to his head, instantly realizing what was happening.

This girl...

The next second, Lu Yuan stretched out his long arm and pulled Chen Xiaomiao, who was still hesitating at the door, in front of him.

Warm water poured down, soaking the Taoist robe completely.

(End of this chapter)