The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

Zi'an was confused by Linglong's actions and attitude. He didn't even know when the weapon in his hand was taken away. He just looked up at Linglong's beautiful white jawline in a daze.

Finding that Zi'an was just staring at her in a daze, Linglong took Zi'an and sat him on the carved chair behind her, then held him on her lap. She tilted her head and met his confused and doubtful brown eyes, and the corners of her lips actually curved up.

"What? Don't you recognize me?"

Seeing this, Zi'an raised his hands and started to ravage Linglong's handsome face.

He asked doubtfully, "Sister Linglong, is it really you?"

Didn't Linglong avoid him like the plague? How could she be so gentle to him?!

Seeing Zi'an's cute appearance, Linglong raised her hands and held his skinny hands: "Okay, aren't you hungry yet?"

I'm afraid that the little breakfast I had this morning would have been eaten up.

Before Zi'an could say anything, his stomach protested.

Gulu...

The air was silent.

Zi'an blushed and boldly buried his head in Linglong's shoulder.

Sensing the stiff body of the person in her arms, a smile flashed across her delicate eyes. She was always so bold, but also so nervous.

Linglong raised her hand and awkwardly stroked the back of the person in her arms.

"Eat the porridge quickly, it will be cold later."

Noticing Linglong's actions, Zi'an finally put his heart at ease. How could Linglong, who couldn't even coax people, have a man she liked?

After thinking about it, he became bolder and rubbed her neck, his voice soft: "Sister, I want you to feed me~"

Linglong did not refuse him and responded, "Okay."

After the voice fell, he picked up the porridge bowl on the table and placed it on the hand that was around the boy's waist. With the other hand, he picked up the spoon in the bowl, stirred the rice porridge, scooped up a spoonful, blew it to his lips, and handed it to the boy's lips.

"Well, open your mouth." Although the words were light, this time there was less alienation in them.

After hearing this, Zi'an's eyes turned red. He sniffed and opened his mouth to eat the rice porridge on his lips.

Hearing the sobbing, Linglong put down the spoon, lifted the boy's chin with two fingers, and frowned when she saw the tear marks on his face.

"Why are you so crybaby?"

As he spoke, he took out a handkerchief from the space and wiped the tears from her face.

Zi'an was so shocked by the sudden appearance of the handkerchief that he even forgot to cry.

He knew Linglong had a secret, but no matter how he thought about it, he never expected it to be such a big secret.

After a while, Zi'an swallowed the food in his mouth, looked at the cold Linglong, and said: "Sister, are you a monster?"

Linglong put Zi'an's finished bowl into the space, picked up the handkerchief and was about to wipe the corners of his lips when she heard these words.

What a wild imagination!

Thinking about it, the movements of his hands returned to normal, "What would you do if I said yes?"

Linglong took away the handkerchief and looked at Zian seriously.

The one he loves is Linglong in front of him, so how should he explain to Grandma Wang who saved him from the devil's cave and Wang Linglong who took him in?

Looking at the boy in his arms, who was in a state of confusion, he curled his lips. He was not afraid at all. He was really a fool.

Zi'an, who was about to talk to Linglong, happened to see a smile flash across Linglong's beautiful amber eyes.

I was stunned for a second, then I realized what was going on and was surprised.

Although Linglong didn't smile, her expression was much gentler than before.

Linglong picked up the dazed person in her arms and walked towards the inner hall.

"I am Wang Linglong, but I am not Wang Linglong! It is not a good thing for you to know too much about some things now. The most important thing for you now is to have a good rest. We can talk about it tomorrow if there is anything else."

He has just cured himself of the poison and yet he dares to run around barefoot. It seems I have to ask Mingsha to lay some soft carpets in the temple.

Listening to Linglong's peaceful words, Zi'an leaned obediently on her shoulder and nodded.

Yes, now this person is Linglong. As long as I am sure of this, nothing else matters.

Thinking of something, Zi'an looked at Linglong and asked softly, "Sister, you like Zi'an too, right?"

Putting Zi An on the bed, Linglong nodded, "For you, I have never felt this way before. Youxue said that this is love."

Apart from Grandpa, she seemed to have never cared about anyone. Even Grandma Wang had such a strong feeling after seeing her corpse.

Youxue?

"Sister, is Youxue the little white snake?" Seeing Linglong trying to stand up, Zi'an hooked his arms around her neck.

Linglong didn't expect the boy to do this. She didn't check for a moment and lost her balance and pressed down on the man under her. When she was about to press down the boy, she supported her hands on both sides of his ears.

"Ah."

Seeing that Linglong did not resist him, Zi'an became even more presumptuous.

He loosened one hand and put it around Linglong's waist: "Sister, lie down with me for a while."

The entanglement of hair carries the scent of each other.

Linglong nodded, "Zi'an, move your hands away first, I'll lie down."

Looking at the pair of red ears under the exquisite and beautiful face, Zi'an curved his eyebrows and let go of his hand.

Linglong lay down on her side next to Zian. If he ignored the distance issue, Zian would really think that Linglong was able to remain calm.

Zi'an grinned, revealing two small fangs, and moved towards Linglong.

"Sister~"

Linglong moved back stiffly, but Zi'an finally put his arms around her waist.

"Sister, if you retreat any further, you will fall off the bed."

Listening to Zi'an's soft words, Linglong looked up at the bed which was more than two meters wide and was more than half empty.

Linglong sighed silently, supported her forehead with one hand, lowered her eyes to look at the young man moving in her arms, and raised her hand to press his acupoints.

Facing Zi'an's shocked almond eyes, Linglong said softly: "If you don't move, I will help you untie it."

If the boy continues to rub against her like this, even if she uses her spiritual power to suppress the fruit with the same stem, something bad will happen.

Zi'an blinked when he heard this. It was really difficult to get his sister to learn martial arts.

Seeing this, Linglong raised her hand to help him untie the acupuncture points on his body.

Zi'an pursed his lips, leaned on Linglong's chest, and said aggrievedly: "Sister, you don't sleep with Zi'an, do you dislike Zi'an?"

Although there was a hint of temptation in the boy's words, she still caught the glimmer of hope in them.

Linglong embraced the boy and said seriously, "An An, I have never disliked you, don't let your imagination run wild! I didn't sleep with you because you were still young. Now that you have just recovered from the poison, you need to recuperate. When you are well, I will take you to a place."

Hearing this, Zi'an believed what Linglong said.

He rubbed the woman's neck, with a sweet smile on his lips, and said softly, "Well, I believe you, sister~"

Hearing the sleepiness in the boy's words, Linglong patted his back gently, "Go to sleep, I'll accompany you."

"Sister, keep your word..."

Feeling the young boy's lingering breath, Linglong carefully moved him to the inside of the bed, covered him with a quilt, then stood up and walked towards the outer hall.