Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

Xingchen fell limp in Xuanluo's arms, but her hands were tightly grasping Xuanluo's clothes.

"I like Master."

He is playful by nature. Since he was a child, he has always felt that Zhitian Realm is deserted and the outside world is lively and interesting, so he always wants to run outside.

In fact, if he wasn't like in the demon world, where he would stay away from home for several months and just drink and have fun, his master would not stop him from going out and making friends.

Xuanluo probably also thinks that it is a good thing for children to love to make noise and play.

He might even have worried that his parenting style would restrict Xing Chen's temperament.

Until later, certain feelings were exposed and began to grow out of control, and everything began to slowly deteriorate.

Xingchen was still as carefree as ever outside, but when he saw Xuanluo, there was a change in his eyes.

Xing Chen never knew about the years when Xuan Luo tried hard to control himself. All he saw was Xuan Luo's increasingly cold figure.

The flowers that Xuanluo handed to him, the gifts that Xuanluo handed to him, the scent of fireworks that was reserved for him alone in Wuxiang Palace, he never felt that they represented any special meaning.

He cherished everything around Xuanluo strangely, thinking that it belonged to his master and that he must protect it.

At the same time, he strangely didn't care about everything Xuan Luo gave up and didn't want, even if it was a gift from his master.

In his eyes, everything in this world, once separated from his master, would no longer have value for him to cherish and protect.

Along with himself.

"Xing'er likes Master. She wants Master to hug me tightly, kiss me hard, and want me over and over again."

During those years, Xuan Luo was like a trapped beast, not daring to gamble whether love could be born in Xing Chen's eyes.

However, without Xingchen's love, Xuanluo is almost at the end of his rope alone.

The countless silent days and nights in Zhitian Realm and the heavy snow all night long were actually Xuanluo's silent confession.

It was only after so many years that I finally understood it.

"Xuanluo, I love you. I can do everything for you, even die for you. As long as you want, I can do anything."

I can be your kitten, I can be your puppy, as long as you let me curl up beside you every day.

Everything is fine.

These lovers' whispers reached their ears too many years too late.

Then let’s whisper it to each other every day from now on, okay?

Xuanluo gently pinched the back of Xingchen's neck and looked at his baby. The sweetness and bitterness in his heart mixed together, interweaving into a boundless, paranoid and regretless love.

"Little fool."

Xing Chen leaned forward, Hong Yan's tongue gently licked his thin lips, and his eyes were filled with mist.

It's like a maze with no way out. Once you get lost in it, you'll never know the way back.

Master is the fool.

It’s so hard to love me.

There are so many people in this world who love you, but you insist on choosing the most difficult path.

So, how could I bear not to let you be happy?

Xingchen stood on tiptoe high, raised his hands to hug Xuanluo's neck, put his soft lips to Xuanluo's eyes, and gently rubbed them.

"Master, I recall many memories from your eyes. You took me for a very long way.

I thought the outside of heaven was bustling and I wanted to see everything, but I never knew that you had already taken me to see countless prosperity in the world a long time ago.

These days, there are even fragments of my childhood in my mind, only a few scenes, and in all of them, I am holding you in my arms.

Master, I am not stupid at all. I knew who was the best person in the world when I was very young, so I held you tightly and refused to let go. "

Xuanluo closed her eyes gently and let his kiss fall on her again and again.

He didn't dare to gamble Xing Chen's life on whether he could develop feelings for him, so he could only gamble his own life on whether Xing Chen would be reluctant to let his master leave.

Fortunately, he finally won this gamble that seemed almost incomprehensible to others.

Xingchen is fine, and he is fine too.

This is enough.

They will have a long time to slowly make it up to each other.

"Xuan Luo, you must always love me, forever, and love me tirelessly."

"it is good."

The two of them were sticky and couldn't let go of each other's hands. The more they talked to each other, the more they were reluctant to part their lips.

The soup cooked over the charcoal fire on the table was almost boiled away, so Xing Chen acted coquettishly and asked Xuan Luo to hold him and feed him.

Xuanluo held him on his lap and hugged Xingchen while feeding him slowly, spoonful by spoonful.

Xing Chen lazily snuggled in his arms, like a spoiled child, getting more and more into his arms.

But Xuanluo’s pampering has no limit. The more spoiled Xingchen is and the more he makes trouble with him, the greater his sense of satisfaction becomes.

Kuiling came over secretly, wanting to see what shameful things they were doing.

But every time he poked his head out, before he had time to see clearly what was in the house, Xing Chen would wave his hand and throw him back into the yard, crying.

Kuiling was unwilling to accept this. The more he was forced to stop them from watching, the more he felt that the two had done something wrong.

That's the dining room, the table is big enough... No, that's the dining room, can you please have some shame?

So he was thrown back again and again.

Wu Lan took advantage of this opportunity to ridicule him harshly every time. Kuiling would curse him back sharply and then run back again, so that neither side would be delayed.

When Xuanluo was serving the soup, Xingchen looked up.

"Shura God is not good. It's much later than I expected."

Xuanluo put down the bowl, scooped half a spoonful of soup with a white porcelain spoon and brought it to his lips to taste it first.

After making sure the taste was good, he scooped another spoonful, blew it warm and brought it to Xingchen's lips.

"Isn't it said that it would take only a meal's time? We are still eating."

Xing Chen drank the soup and looked at him with a meaningful smile.

"We kissed for so long before the meal, do we have to include the time spent during this meal as well?"

Xuanluo's lips curled up, "Good idea, from now on, this is the rule in our house. We have to kiss before meals before we can eat."

Xing Chen put his head in front of Xuan Luo and licked her moist red lips provocatively.

"I'm just afraid that after we're done kissing, someone will ask me to eat something else."

Xuanluo raised his eyebrows, "Then consider it as a snack."

Xing Chen pursed his lips, "Bad Master."

Xuanluo kissed him, "Good boy."

"Shout again."

"Good baby."

When Kuiling leaned his head over again, he was finally not thrown out again, and that was the last sound he heard.

"Tsk." He stood at the door, the strong smell of jealousy already approaching, "Why are you two still eating endlessly?"

"Didn't you say that we'll be busy soon? Shouldn't we make some preparations in advance when the people from the heaven come? Do we still have time to be affectionate with each other?"