A Love Supreme: The Story of Donghua Dijun and Bai Fengjiu

An Unexpected Surprise

Fengjiu finally made it to her room and clumsily turned the knob, giving it a light push. She thought she was imagining things, but the door felt heavier than usual. She summoned a little more force, and landed on the floor when she pushed the door. "Ow!", she groaned as she sat up to massage her aching breasts. She suspiciously looked around, only to find the door to her courtyard was ajar. That explained why she couldn't open the door. She didn't remember leaving the door open, and made a note to be more careful. Satisfied that nothing was amiss, she stood up and locked her bedroom door. The warm evening breeze felt good, and decided she would use the whirlpool in the courtyard. She went behind the screen, undressed and let her hair down. She put on a thin robe, grabbed a bottle of lavender oil and a sponge from the dresser, and walked out into the courtyard.

It truly was a beautiful night. The indigo sky was sprinkled with stars that shone like diamonds, and it was fairly warm. The glowing Reborn Bhodi flowers clung to the walls, giving the garden of pink peonies and blue hydrangeas an iridescent look. Pops of pink, purple and periwinkle gave the courtyard a whimsical appearance. She removed the petals from four peonies, added the petals and a few drops of lavender oil to the pool and magically heated the water. She removed her robe and placed it on the table next to the pool. She slowly immersed herself in the water, allowing her hair to get wet. The tension of the day's events seemed to dissipate as she stretched her arms and leaned against the pool. Fengjiu enjoyed quiet moments like this. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the branches lightly swaying in the wind. A few petals fell into the water, adding its scent to the oil infused water. Fengjiu soaked the sponge, gently washed her face and body. She stood up to get out of the pool when she heard an eerie noise coming from her bedroom. It was sounded like a clinking teacup.

She remembered she'd locked the door, and didn't ask for tea, so what could it be, she thought to herself. Still wet, she stealthily got out of the pool, walked to the table and put on her robe. She quietly grabbed the the empty flower vase that was on the table, and tiptoed behind the door to peek in. Because the night pearl in her room wasn't very bright, and the curtains were closed, she saw a shadow. It didn't move and made no further sound. However, she could sense someone there. She stilled her heart, and listened to confirm her suspicions.

She heard someone breathing, and noticed the familiar scent of sandalwood. "Impossible", she thought to herself. She was skeptical about who it could be, and decided it was time to go on the offensive. She quietly stepped in the doorway and said tersely, "Who's there? Show yourself or prepare to get this ass whooping", as she hurled the vase towards the shadow looming to her right. Before the vase reached its target, a hand caught the vase, with the least bit of effort or sound. Donghua placed the vase on the nightstand next to her bed and calmly said , "We haven't seen each other in a long time, do I really deserve to be hit with a vase, Xiao Bai ?"

Still wet from the bath, Fengjiu stood speechless as she looked at Donghua in disbelief . She couldn't believe it. "He's ACTUALLY here..in my room! How did he get in? Why is he here? What do I do?", she thought to herself. She couldn't bring herself to move, as her eyes tracked the purple robed trespasser's movements.

Donghua continued to sit on her bed, sipping his tea as he  looked at her. Although he didn't show it, he was surprised and grateful she didn't draw her sword. He always admired her bravery, but didn't remember her being this feisty. He liked it. He didn't mean to surprise her or sneak into her room. Well, yes he did, he thought to himself. He mostly used the copper mirror to keep an eye on her, but tonight that wouldn't do. He just wanted to see her without any barriers, scripted pretexts or the usual bullshit people do to keep face.

Fengjiu regained her composure and realized she'd been standing there in the damp robe. She no longer felt embarrassed or the need for modesty, given their complicated history. Her anger was on a slow simmer. Without going behind the dressing screen, she took off her robe and draped it over the screen and grabbed a towel hanging on the screen.

"What are you doing here?", she asked as he watched her dry off.

"I wanted to see you", he said, astonished by her icy demeanor and audacity to disrobe in his presence. As he continued to sip his tea, he continued to enjoy the view, taking full stock of the woman he longed for.

Her face and skin looked bright, and glistened. Her hair caressed the small of her back and swung as she bent down to dry her long, toned legs. Her firm buttocks and round hips seemed to sing a song that would catch a fish without a hook. Her breasts were full and firm, moving like synchronized magnets, as she moved about.
Her boldness was turning him on. She looked like a goddess, and looked cute when she got mad, he thought to himself.

She looked at him and said, "You could've shown up today, or sent an invitation for me to come visit you. You know, shit normal folks do", as she walked towards the foot of the bed to reach for the peach colored satin slip.

"Xiao Bai, I don't need an audience, nor interruptions. I want to talk to you, and you alone. This is personal. You're obviously upset with me, and I want to understand your reasons before I say anything more. Is that fair?", he asked.

While he waited for her reply, he watched as she put on the slip, noting its hemline stopped above her knees. She looked at him as she gathered her hair to one side and said with one hand on her hip, "How much longer do you intend to sit on my bed? I've had a long day and wanted some peace and quiet. I should at least be comfortable if I'm going to listen to you. It would also behoove you to get to the point", as she motioned for him to sit at the foot of the bed. He looked at her with a furrowed brow. "Very sexy when she's mad", he thought to himself, and moved to the foot of the bed.