Quick Wear: My Master is a Drama King

Cang Su looked at Xuan Yi who was standing motionless beside him. No emotion could be seen on his masked face.

He said calmly, "Why? You don't want to go, do you want to be scolded by me?"

Xuan Yi stared at the wound on Cang Su's shoulder expressionlessly, and said calmly: "Master, do you want to bandage the wound?"

Cang Su seemed to have just realized that he was injured. He lowered his head and touched it, and blood gushed out instantly.

He even poked it a few times and said nonchalantly, "Why bandage such a small wound?"

He looked up: "You have nothing to do here, go find someone! And have someone keep an eye on Liu Yijin."

"Yes, Master!" Xuan Yi's mouth twitched secretly, and he bowed respectfully and retreated.

Everyone had left, and a faint smell of blood was floating in the air.

Cang Su stood there alone, feeling the pain in his body, his smile growing wider.

Xiao Zhaoran...

It's not enough to just provoke him, but you also provoke so many people.

So passionate.

Don't let him catch you...

If he were caught, he wouldn't be as soft-hearted as before.

It’s only safe if I tear you apart and eat you.

…………

At night, the moonlight shines through the window and onto the scarlet gauze curtain.

The breeze blew, creating ripples.

The boy's skin is as white as snow, and his red clothes exude his charm.

His eyes were hazy and intoxicating, and the expression on his face was one of naive temptation.

Jingyou's breathing was unstable, and his fingertips shuttled and entangled in the boy's black hair, not hiding his burning gaze at all.

Tears rolled down the boy's face, and his delicate white jade-like hand accidentally stretched out from the veil, but was covered by another broad and slender palm.

Intertwined fingers.

Sinking together, unable to break free.

"A Zhao...A Zhao..."

Ambiguous mumblings are intermittent.

The play ended up being sung until midnight.

Although Jingyou was still unsatisfied, he still got up considerately to clean Zhaoran.

After cleaning up, he lay on the bed holding Zhaoran and was reluctant to fall asleep.

He stared at Zhaoran intently, as if he could never see enough of him.

His fingers wandered freely on Zhaoran's face, slowly reaching the red corners of his eyes.

He couldn't help but rub it gently.

Zhao Ran seemed to be very upset. He frowned in his sleep, raised his hand and slapped Jing You fiercely, mumbling in a daze: "I'm sleepy... stop making noise..."

"Snapped."

Jingyou could obviously dodge the boy's movements, but he just stood there motionless and let the boy hit him.

He regretted it after he was beaten.

Because his face didn't turn red, the boy's hands turned red instead.

He held Zhaoran's wrist, which had just been raised, looked at it for a moment, then leaned over and kissed it.

So squeamish.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly rang in Jingyou's mind: "What are you doing to Donor Zhaoran again?!"

Jingyou raised his eyes slowly: "Didn't you see? My dear poor Ah Zhao..."

A smile appeared on his lips, and he said sarcastically: "Why? Why are you pretending to be Liu Xiahui in front of me? You felt it just now, right?"

"Why didn't you run out to stop it? What was that like hiding in the corner and keeping silent? Haven't you come to your senses yet?"

"Admit it, my thoughts are your thoughts, and you like them too, right?"

Jingkong's heart trembled, and he advised in a trance: "Don't make the same mistake again..."

Jingyou restrained his smile and said gloomily, "What do you mean by don't let me make the same mistake again? Jingkong, don't you forget how I exist? I exist because of your evil thoughts!"

"How can I let go if you're still obsessed with me?! No one can make me let go."

He looked at Zhao Ran, his expression showing undisguised paranoia: "Once things start, it's hard to stop. It's too late for me to turn back now."

He said calmly: "I am not you, Jingkong."

"Cowardly and incompetent."

Hearing this, Jingkong remained silent, his eyes blank and powerless.

Finally he allowed himself to sink into darkness.

He didn't know whether his current behavior was right or wrong...

He couldn't stop Jingyou, just like he couldn't go against his own heart...

When Zhaoran woke up, Jingyou was still watching him silently.

Zhao Ran was speechless: [Did he stare at me all night? ]

Bai Jihei yawned: [Yeah... like a dog staring at a bone, his eyes occasionally glow green...]

Zhao Ran was stunned for a rare moment: [What a success! Who are you scolding? ]

Bai Jihei tilted his head in confusion: [I didn’t curse anyone…]

Zhaoran was speechless again. Forget it, I forgive you.

Jingyou saw Zhaoran's dazed expression and smiled softly, "Are you awake? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Zhao Ran ignored him, raised his hand to grab the hair that was hanging down, and said in a daze: "Jing Kong...? Why did you grow hair?"

Jingyou's smile disappeared, he lifted Zhaoran's chin, and said dangerously: "I'll say it again, I'm not Jingkong, I'm Jingyou."

Zhaoran then remembered last night's memories and woke up completely.

He waved Jingyou's hand away and said dissatisfiedly: "Why do you have to touch me when you can just talk?"

Jingyou felt that he was really hopeless. Why was he so cute even when he was angry?

He turned a deaf ear to Zhaoran's words.

It was difficult to maintain her facial expression. She grabbed Zhao Ran's hand and placed it on her face, then asked tentatively in a low voice, "Aren't you angry? I treated you like that last night..."

Zhao Ran took back his hand and said as if it was a matter of course: "You helped me recover my demonic power, why should I be angry? You are much better than that wooden man Jing Kong."

Besides, you are very useful, how can I bear to blame you?

I hope you won’t blame him in the future. Just consider it as a benefit now.

Although he knew the boy's personality, Jingyou was inexplicably unwilling to accept it. He asked, "Do you like Liu Yijin?"

"Your brother Jin..." he added sourly.

Zhao Ran seemed to be annoyed by him and said impatiently: "I don't like it!!"

"If Jingkong hadn't been so stubborn, would I have needed to look for Liu Yijin? And I would have acted with him every day..."

He muttered, "He looks like a gentle person, but when he goes crazy, he's really a headache..."

Hearing this, Jingyou felt balanced. The boy didn't like anyone, so he still had a chance.

In the days that followed, except for Jingyou going out from time to time to bring back some things, they stayed in this house as if they were isolated from the world.

Zhaoran gradually became more and more pampered as Jingyou carefully nurtured him.

Jingyou even felt that they might really be able to live like this forever.

But peaceful days never belonged to them.

…………

There was a pungent stench in the dungeon.

Liu Yijin whipped Yan Feiqu mercilessly with the whip, and blood gushed out instantly, filling the entire space.

The Yan Feiqu in front of him no longer had the high-spirited look he had in the past.

He was nailed firmly to the wooden frame, his disheveled hair covering half of his face, and the eyes on the exposed half were long gone.

An eye behind the hair stared at Liu Yijin like a poisonous snake, and the voice sounded like a cutting sound, making people's scalp tingle.