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

Chapter 58 What a huge ball!
"Let go... let go!" Chen Xiaomiao suddenly came to her senses, and with a sudden burst of strength, she twisted her wrist and pushed hard against Lu Yuan's chest with her other hand.

Caught off guard, Lu Yuan was pushed backward by her.

Chen Xiaomiao sprang up from the sofa using both hands and feet, and took two steps back barefoot to escape Lu Yuan's "attack" range.

Her chest heaved violently, one hand instinctively covering her ear that had just been exposed to the heat, her cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes wide and round, glaring at Lu Yuan with a mixture of shame and anger.

"How...how could you do this!"

Her voice trembled slightly: "If...if this really turns into a bridesmaid prank, I...I'm not going! I wouldn't go even if you gave me a mountain of gold!"

Lu Yuan sat up straight, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and joked, "Just kidding, look how scared you are."

"This can't be a joke!!" Chen Xiaomiao said angrily, clearly not believing it.

"That's just a joke." Lu Yuan stopped laughing and became more serious: "Don't worry, Yu Hongkai's family is quite respectable now. The wedding will be attended by proper relatives and friends, so no one will dare to cause trouble."

Besides, with Song Jia and I watching over you, who would dare to really mess with you?

Seeing that Lu Yuan's eyes were open and honest, and he didn't seem to be lying, Chen Xiaomiao's embarrassment and anger slowly subsided, but the inexplicable flutter in her heart and the lingering heat on her face did not dissipate so quickly.

She pursed her lips, still feeling a bit annoyed, but didn't want to lash out again.

"Humph!"

In the end, he just snorted heavily, turned around and walked towards his room, his footsteps pounding on the floor, as if venting his anger.

Reaching the doorway, Chen Xiaomiao paused, then quickly turned back, grabbed the candy box from the coffee table, and hugged it tightly to her chest.

"Damn it, you're so mean, you won't let me eat!"

She glared at Lu Yuan, her eyes filled with a hint of smugness and revenge, as if complaining—"You stinky Lu Yuan, you dare to scare me!"

After saying that, Chen Xiaomiao rushed into the room without looking back and locked the door. Lu Yuan shook his head and smiled helplessly.

This little girl has quite a temper...

in the room.

Chen Xiaomiao lay down on the bed, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

The image of Lu Yuan suddenly pressing down on me, the warm breath that brushed against my ear as he spoke, and the irresistible force with which he gripped my wrist... flashed through my mind like a movie.

She slowly curled up and buried her face in her knees.

Something is wrong, so wrong.

Recently, Lu Yuan has become increasingly "outrageous" towards her.

Ever since he started teaching her "skills," Lu Yuan seems to have gotten a little... "adept" at it.

When handing her something, his fingertips would "inadvertently" brush against the back of her hand; seeing her sweating from cooking, he would directly take a towel to wipe her forehead; when watching TV together in the evening, he would slump on the sofa, stretching out his long legs so that his toes could touch her legs curled up on the other side of the sofa...

Each time, she felt like she'd been stung by a tiny insect, a tingling, itchy sensation. She wanted to avoid Lu Yuan's unwanted advances, but she also felt a little... reluctant to leave.

Chen Xiaomiao understood that the man was taking advantage of her and was acting recklessly and frivolously.

She used to cultivate herself in a Taoist temple, but later she fled from war and her life was uncertain. The strict separation between men and women was always deeply ingrained in her mind.

But Lu Yuan's actions became more and more excessive, making her more and more flustered.

When Lu Yuan pressed down on her just now, she genuinely thought he was going to do something to her, and she was so scared she almost lost her mind!
Strangely enough, besides being frightened, there seemed to be something else hidden in her heart...

Like having a restless little rabbit inside her, her heart was pounding, and she even felt... a little excited that she couldn't quite explain.

The moment the thought crossed her mind, Chen Xiaomiao's face flushed red again, even hotter than before.

She quickly shook her head, trying to shake off that embarrassing thought. "Chen Xiaomiao! What are you thinking! Shameless!"

She muttered a curse to herself and pressed her burning cheeks against the cool candy box to cool them down.

But my mind kept going on uncontrollably.

If... if Lu Yuan really wants her... what should she do?
give him?

This thought made her tense all over.

It's not that she's unwilling...

Lu Yuan rescued her, took her in, provided her with food and clothing, and taught her about this unfamiliar era. He is now her only source of support and warmth in the world.

In her heart, she had long held Lu Yuan in a very, very important position.

Giving it to him... he didn't seem so resistant.

But what happens after you give it to them?

What am I anyway?

Should I ask Lu Yuan for a formal title...?

I don't know how much time passed; maybe just a few minutes, maybe a century.

The bedroom door reopened, and Chen Xiaomiao, barefoot, slowly moved out of the room until she stopped beside the sofa.

Lu Yuan was already asleep.

His tall figure was cramped awkwardly in the not-so-spacious sofa, his long legs resting awkwardly on the armrests, one arm hanging down with his fingertips touching the floor.

His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he were restless even in a dream.

Chen Xiaomiao squatted down, hugged her knees, and quietly looked at Lu Yuan.

The emotions that had been churning in her room—embarrassment, panic, and that little bit of excitement that made her blush and her heart race—have strangely settled down.

"Ow..."

The idiot had somehow gotten close, tilting his head and looking at the woman squatting by the sofa with a puzzled expression.

Chen Xiaomiao was startled and put her index finger to her lips: "Shh—"

The idiot had no idea about this. Seeing that the mistress reacted, he immediately perked up and jumped around happily.

It nestled close to Chen Xiaomiao's legs, rubbing its wet nose against her knee, then curiously sniffed the hand belonging to the male owner hanging by the sofa.

"You idiot, stop..."

Chen Xiaomiao quickly restrained Erbaiwu and stopped it from making any more noise.

But it was too late. The silly dog ​​had already stretched out its furry paw and gently patted Lu Yuan's hand.

"Clap."

Lu Yuan jolted awake in his sleep, mumbled something indistinctly, and his eyelids trembled as if he were about to wake up.

Finally, he rolled over...

Chen Xiaomiao let out a long sigh, lowered her eyes slightly, and silently moved her lips.

"What a huge ball!"

(End of this chapter)