Chance Encounters-An Eternal Love of Dreams Fan Fiction

Chapter Four - Explanations

As soon as they entered his private villa, Donghua sat on his divan and motioned for Feng Jiu to take a seat beside him. Even Feng Jiu, who knew next to nothing of the protocols to be followed when it comes specifically to Donghua Dijun, knew that seating on a divan with the most revered God was something that was just not done especially for a fairy maid like her. It would be better if she knelt before him to offer him her thanks for what he did for her. However, she swallowed what she was about to say and did what she knew he wanted when she saw the hard look in his eyes warning her to comply. As she sat down nervously, he turned her to face him as he examined her face gently, noting the red imprint on her cheeks and the small wound on her lips which was still slightly bleeding, His face remained expressionless, a slight twitch in the corner of his eyes the only thing marring the otherwise placid countenance. Feng Jiu tried to sit still and not fidget under his penetrating gaze and the touch of his hands on her face but she could feel her heart racing. She lowered her eyes not wanting to look at him directly, embarrassed by how disheveled she probably looked now, with her face injured and her gown dirty. When he withdrew his hand from her face, Feng Jiu looked up to see him reaching inside his sleeves to take out a handkerchief. When he moved to touch her face again, this time with the apparent intention of wiping the blood on her lips with his handkerchief, Feng Jiu could not help but jerk back, her face now even redder.

"Dijun, I can take care of it myself. I have my own handkerchief I can use, no need to use yours. I'll take care of it later." she said putting her hands on top of his to prevent him from using his own handkerchief. This is so embarrassing. Why is Dijun acting this way? Feng Jiu thought to herself recalling all the stories that she had heard about him, how he always avoided any kind of contact or conversation with the fairy maids in the Palace but he was being inordinately attentive to her now for some reason. As she worried herself over his actions, she became unmindful of her own as her thumb was now absentmindedly rubbing the back of his hands hands, tracing little circles on them. Although she did not notice what she was doing, he definitely was as he felt the warmth of her caress seeping through his skin. No one has touched his hands since he was a little child. He looked down at their almost joined hands and wondered how she would react if he lifted her hand up and gave it a kiss. However, he must have been silent for too long and she must have finally noticed what she was doing because the next thing he knew, she had snatched her hands away from him as if she had burned herself on a hot surface.

"I'm sorry for my improper action Dijun." Feng Jiu said wincing wondering how many times she can humiliate herself in front of him, her cheeks now the color of ripened tomatoes. She couldn't believe that she had been practically molesting his hand.  She wondered why he didn't immediately pull away from her.

"Is something wrong with my handkerchief? Is it dirty? Why can't you use it?" Donghua asked ignoring her apology and looking suitably puzzled but Feng Jiu could hear a slight trace of amusement in his voice. Was he teasing her?  Surely not.  Feng Jiu who had not yet recovered from her mortification at having touched his hands so inappropriately did not know what to think of this teasing God. Granted, she didn't know him that well or, really, not at all, however, this was not the Donghua Dijun that she had been expecting based on image of him in her mind honed from the many stories that have been told about him.   He was supposed to be cold, distant and apathetic but he wasn't being any of that right now and it was causing her to disassemble.

"Yes, I mean, no of course there's nothing wrong with your handkerchief. I'm sure it's very clean. I just don't want to get it dirty with my blood. I'm sure you don't want something stained with my blood. Even if I wash it for you, I would have to return it to you and ah see you again. Not that I don't want to see you again but what I mean is, I don't want to keep bothering you. " she said babbling, truly rattled now.  Donghua smiled inwardly at her fumbling shyness, adoring the way she looked as she spoke.