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

Chapter 140 Don't pick me up...

The next day, sunlight streamed into the room through the curtains.

Chen Xiaomiao's eyelids twitched, and she groggily woke up in the warm morning light.

My whole body felt like it had been taken apart and put back together; I was so sore and weak that I couldn't muster any strength.

She instinctively reached for her phone on the bedside table. The screen lit up, showing the time: 9:30.

broken!

Chen Xiaomiao jolted awake, the "study" string in her mind instantly tightening, and she threw off the covers to crawl off the bed.

"Hey, where are you going?"

A strong arm reached out from behind and easily scooped her back into bed, pressing her back onto the soft mattress.

"Let me go right now, Sister Jing should be here by now!"

"I asked her for leave."

Lu Yuan's warm breath brushed against Chen Xiaomiao's neck, causing her to tremble slightly.

"You're given half a day off today; the teachers won't be here until the afternoon."

Chen Xiaomiao was both ashamed and angry. She clenched her weak fist and lightly punched Lu Yuan's solid chest.

"It's all your fault!"

Lu Yuan chuckled softly, his chest heaving, and grabbed her mischievous little hand, kissing it to his lips.

"Isn't that quite energetic? Who was it last night, shouting 'No way! No way!' over and over again until their voice was hoarse?"

"I...I didn't!"

Chen Xiaomiao was filled with shame and indignation. She shrank into the quilt, leaving only her big, watery eyes staring at the man. Her cheeks were so hot they could fry an egg on them.

Out of embarrassment and anger, she stuck her foot out from under the covers and kicked Lu Yuan's shin.

The next second, Chen Xiaomiao felt her ankles being firmly clamped by a pair of iron clamps, unable to move.

"Um... Lu Yuan, no, I really can't do it..."

The protests were completely swallowed up, leaving only intermittent sobs.

……

It was almost 11 o'clock before the two of them finally got out of bed.

Chen Xiaomiao stood in front of the bathroom mirror, wrapped in Lu Yuan's white shirt, the sleeves rolled up several times, the hem barely covering her upper thighs.

She took a comb and slowly tied her long, black hair into a simple bun at the back of her head, revealing her smooth, full forehead and fair, slender neck.

The girl in the mirror still has the same face and the same eyes.

It feels different from before, but I can't quite put my finger on what's different...

Like seedlings just sprouting in the ground, watered by spring rain all night, their leaves glistening with a ring of light.

Lu Yuan walked up behind her, naturally putting one arm around her waist, and extending the other hand in front of her, with a small, exquisite gold bracelet lying in his palm.

The bracelet is openwork and carved, shaped like a lifelike little fox with its head and tail connected.

"I bought it for you a long time ago, but I just haven't had the chance to give it to you."

Chen Xiaomiao liked it, but the first words that came out of her mouth were still out of instinctive simplicity.

"This...this must cost a lot of money, right?"

Don't spoil the fun.

"Oh……"

Chen Xiaomiao didn't say anything more, slowly raised her right wrist, and obediently let Lu Yuan put it on for her.

The cool metal glided across my palm and finally landed with a "thud" on my slender wrist, the size just right.

It was like a shackle tailor-made for her, completely binding her and the man together.

After lunch, Lu Yuan went out.

Chen Xiaomiao was home alone, slowly tidying up her messy bedroom.

She pulled the torn Taoist robe from under the bed, paused for a moment, then crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

Even after I threw it away, I still felt a little uneasy.

It cost over eighty yuan! I only wore it for a short while, and it's completely ruined.

What a crime.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the doorbell rang on time. Bai Jing walked in carrying lesson plans and immediately noticed Chen Xiaomiao's difference.

Her cheeks were like ripe peaches, glowing with a healthy pinkish luster, and her eyebrows and eyes held a touch of languid charm. Even her walking posture was a beat slower than usual.

Bai Jing, having been through it all, could easily see through it.

"Look at your complexion, you must have been well-nourished last night?"

Chen Xiaomiao was slightly shy, but unlike yesterday, she didn't blush. Instead, she nodded in agreement.

Bai Jing didn't continue; she opened her textbook and began her afternoon lesson.

"Today we'll talk about the subjunctive mood, 'If I were you, I would...'"

Perhaps it's a change in mindset, but Chen Xiaomiao's study performance was exceptionally good today.

My mind works incredibly fast, which has significantly improved my efficiency in memorizing vocabulary.

After an afternoon of classes, Bai Jing packed her things to leave when Chen Xiaomiao suddenly spoke up.

"Sister Jing, can I ask you something?"

"explain."

"How long did it take you to have Jiaxin?"

Bai Jing chuckled softly and patted Chen Xiaomiao on the shoulder.

“This can’t be rushed… Either you and Lu Yuan make a good plan and choose the right date, or just let nature take its course and treat it as a surprise.”

Chen Xiaomiao nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

After seeing Bai Jing off, she stood alone in the empty house for a while before turning and walking towards the guest room where she had lived for most of the year.

The room was still the same as before, with her calligraphy piled on the desk, her few clothes hanging in the wardrobe, and the bed made neatly.

In the past, she still harbored a hope that if things went wrong with Lu Yuanyuan one day, she would have a way out and be able to come back.

But after last night, the thought had completely vanished.

She opened the guest room wardrobe and began taking out clothes one by one, preparing to move them all to the master bedroom.

Lu Yuan had barely tidied up a couple of things when he pushed open the door and entered the room.

"What are you doing?"

"Moving things."

Chen Xiaomiao responded without looking up.

Lu Yuan walked in, naturally took a stack of clothes from her hands, and asked a question with a light laugh.

"well enough?"

Chen Xiaomiao stopped what she was doing, turned around, and gave him a disgruntled look.

"Don't you know whether I'm good or not?"

That reproachful look had no harmful power whatsoever; instead, it was like a little hook, tickling Lu Yuan's heart.

Suddenly, a cardboard box slid out from the corner of the wardrobe she had just vacated and fell to the ground with a "thud".

The cardboard box was printed with a picture of a hot, scantily clad woman posing seductively, showing off the thin black stockings on her legs.

Chen Xiaomiao had almost forgotten about the thing she bought online for twelve yuan last year.

Her face flushed, and she instinctively bent down to pick it up, attempting to destroy the evidence.

But Lu Yuan's large hand was faster than hers, picking up the packaging box.

Lu Yuan held the box, his gaze lingering on the alluring model on the packaging before shifting to Chen Xiaomiao's legs, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"How about we try it tonight?"

Chen Xiaomiao bit her lower lip, her small mouth pouting, neither saying yes nor no.

After a long pause, she managed to squeeze out a sentence in a muffled voice.

"I have a condition."

"You said."

"Tonight...you're not allowed to pick me up again..."

　I've been very busy lately, so updates will be less frequent. Please forgive me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)