Fox Spirit: One Sword Sweeps the World

Page 87

Chapter 105: Small Punishment

The path leading to the shepherd's house

"Where...where are you taking me?..."

Tu Shan Ya Ya's voice was soft and sweet, full of joy.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Mu Qinghan's neck, her cheek pressed against his cool earlobe.

Mu Qinghan held her buttocks firmly behind his back with his hands, his fingertips inadvertently touching the soft hem of her skirt.

He trudged through the ankle-deep snow, each step sinking firmly into the ground.

Snowflakes fell softly from the soles of my boots, weaving a trail of footprints of varying shades behind me.

I won't tell you for now.

Mu Qinghan's voice softened, but a faint smile appeared on her lips.

Her gaze remained fixed on the snow-covered mountain road ahead, a few fine snowflakes clinging to her eyelashes.

"Are you afraid I'll sell you out?"

"You're the one who wouldn't want to part with it."

Tu Shan Ya Ya gently brushed her nose against his slightly flushed cheek.

She suddenly leaned forward slightly, her warm breasts gently pressing against Mu Qinghan's back through two layers of clothing.

The fox ears swayed gently on his head, and the stray hairs at his temples brushed against his neck, making it tingle.

"I am yours, inside and out. How could you let someone else hurt me?"

"Isn't that... the case?"

She whispered the last few words almost into his earlobe, her warm breath seeping into his collar, making Mu Qinghan's heart skip a beat before pounding back down.

This girl's sharp tongue is getting better and better.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his voice was even lower than before.

"whee--"

Tu Shan Ya Ya noticed the blush spreading rapidly across his earlobes, like a red plum blossom suddenly blooming in the snow.

She couldn't help but chuckle softly, her laughter clear and crisp.

She stopped asking where they had gone, and simply lay obediently on his back, looking up at the snowflakes dancing in the sky and the distant mountains covered in white snow. Her little mouth pouted slightly, and she began to hum a tune.

The soft singing, mixed with the sound of the wind and falling snow, lingered in Mu Qinghan's ears, making him slow his pace even more, wishing that the snowy road was long enough to carry her a little longer.

Suddenly, Tu Shan Ya Ya tightened her waist and abdomen, wrapped her arms even tighter, and her fluffy fox ears twitched happily on Mu Qing Han's shoulder, making crisp shouts.

"Giddy up! Great horse, gallop!"

Mu Qinghan frowned slightly. This girl was becoming more and more unruly, treating him like a horse to be driven around.

He paused, and before Tu Shan Ya Ya could react, he flipped his arm and steadily turned her around.

There happened to be a blue stone half-buried in the snow. He sat down casually, and gently pressed the girl onto his lap, his palms lightly cupping her lower back to prevent her from struggling.

"Mu Bingkuai, what...what do you want to do?"

Tu Shan Ya Ya was stunned by this sudden posture. She struggled to turn her head, only to meet the undisguised smile in Mu Qing Han's eyes.

The upward curve of his lips made her heart skip a beat.

"You've got some nerve riding me like a horse."

Mu Qinghan's voice deepened, and he gently tapped her soft buttocks with his fingertips.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson today."

Before he could finish speaking, his raised hand came down—"Slap!"

The crisp sound was especially clear in the snow.

Tu Shan Ya Ya froze, a tingling heat rising from the spot where she had been slapped, and her soft flesh trembled uncontrollably.

The next second, a blush spread from her cheeks all the way to her ears, even dyeing her neck a vibrant color. She bit her lip and gasped softly.

"Do you know you're wrong?"

Mu Qinghan's voice carried a deliberate seriousness, but he subtly tightened his grip on her palm.

"Hmph! What's wrong with riding it for a bit?"

Tu Shan Ya Ya tilted her head, baring her teeth at him defiantly, her tiger teeth gleaming.

"I did nothing wrong!"

Mu Qinghan raised an eyebrow, and with a swift movement, delivered another slap—"Smack!"

The force wasn't heavy, but the sound was still crisp.

Tu Shan Ya Ya trembled all over, a wave of shame washing over her, tears welling up in her eyes, yet she still stubbornly refused to back down.

The slaps landed one after another, at a steady pace, each one accompanied by a soft sound.

Mu Qinghan hit him a dozen times, then suddenly realized something was wrong.

The girl on his lap fell silent; even her earlier whimpers had ceased.

His heart skipped a beat, thinking he had hit the person too hard and made them cry.

He quickly withdrew his hand and carefully helped Tu Shan Ya Ya up, his tone full of panic.

"sorry, I……"

The apology had barely left her lips when Tu Shan Ya Ya raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed and misty with a hint of water.

She gently brushed her nose against his palm and whispered, "W-why did you stop? Aren't you going to spank me anymore?"

Mu Qinghan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he froze on the spot, forgetting even to breathe.

He stared at the girl's flushed cheeks, his Adam's apple bobbing for a long time before he stiffly squeezed out, "So... do you know you were wrong?"

Tu Shan Ya Ya obediently lowered her head, reached out and hugged his waist tightly, buried her face in his warm clothes, and whispered.

"I understand now..."

The warm breath seeped through the fabric, making Mu Qinghan feel hot all over.

He dared not look any longer, and quickly got up to carry the girl back on his back, his steps light and slow.

Tu Shan Ya Ya was unusually well-behaved this time, quietly wrapping her arms around his neck.

Her cheek gently brushed against his side, even her fox ears drooped down, as docile as a little fox whose fur had been stroked.

The firewood in the kitchen crackled and popped, the flames casting a red glow on half the wall.

Old Man Mu wore a blue apron and swung his large iron spatula with great force.

The slices of pork belly in the pot sizzled and dripped oil, which splashed onto the stove.

He didn't even lift his eyelids, just kept stirring and muttering, "Turn the heat up! Turn it up!"

The old lady next to her was even more impressive, wielding a gleaming cleaver in her hands as if it were child's play.

The pork tenderloin on the cutting board was sliced ​​into paper-thin slices with a "thump, thump, thump" sound, each slice so uniform in size that it looked as if it had been measured with a ruler.

She was so engrossed in cutting that even the curve of her wrist was imbued with a certain flair. After finishing the meat, she grabbed a radish and, with a few quick "swish, swish, swish" motions, turned it into a perfectly round radish ball, her eyes shining with an almost frightening intensity.

"Qinghan hasn't brought anyone home in over a decade. I specifically instructed him not to be careless this time!"

Ah Fu squatted by the large basin of water in the corner, his hands flying so fast in the water that they left afterimages.

The vegetables, radishes, and mushrooms in the basin were piled up like a small mountain. He had just finished washing a basket of spinach when he immediately scooped up a large piece of pork ribs.

Sweat dripped down his face, and he was breathing heavily.

"Master, Madam, shall I go to town and buy two more catties of live fish? And those newly harvested winter bamboo shoots, I heard they're the best for making chicken soup!"

"Buy! Buy them all!"

Old Man Mu slammed his spatula down, making the food in the pot jump.

"Qinghan said 'just a little preparation,' how can that be called 'just a little'?"

"This kid has brought outsiders home a handful of times in the past ten years, and this time he even made a special trip to greet them. This is the first time!"

Grandma Mu stopped chopping vegetables, moved closer to her husband, and lowered her voice, but could not hide her excitement.

"Do you think... this guest might be..."

"Need to say more?"

Old Man Mu's eyes widened, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl upwards.

"Who else could make Qinghan so concerned? It must be his girlfriend!"

"Have you noticed how he's been smiling lately? He even gets distracted while reading at night. What else could it be but someone he likes?"

"Yeah!"

Grandma Mu slapped her thigh twice, and the kitchen knife clattered onto the cutting board. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became, and she couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle.

"Then we'll have to prepare a Manchu Han Imperial Feast!"

"No, it's even more sumptuous than a Manchu Han Imperial Feast! My wife and I have been cooking since dawn, it's all worth it!"

The smoke from the kitchen mingled with the aroma of food, filling the courtyard. Old Man Mu cooked one pot after another, the sound of the spatula hitting the iron pot particularly cheerful.

After cutting the meat, Grandma Mu chopped the filling, and the smile on her face never faded.

Afu was running around so fast his feet barely touched the ground, adding firewood and changing water all the time. He was busy but full of energy.

The three of them would glance at each other from time to time, seeing determination in each other's eyes, and then they couldn't help but laugh together, as if the temperature of the stove fire had warmed up a bit.

After all, this was the first time the young master of the Mu family had brought a "girlfriend" home, and he had to let her see her.

Our sincerity is absolutely genuine!

Chapter 106 Meeting the parents?

A warm yellow light suddenly burst into the snow. Tu Shan Ya Ya, who was lying on Mu Qing Han's back, twitched her nose and opened her eyes wide.