Time travel: Are you as professional as him in eating dog food?

"What's the difference between what you said and a sow climbing a tree?"

Bei Ming glanced at him indifferently, but a hint of expectation was revealed in the depths of his eyes.

Looking into his eyes, Wen Baixu did not miss the expression in his eyes at all, raised his eyebrows and said

"Then would the Immortal Lord be willing to..."

Before he could finish his words, Bei Ming shook his head, as if... he was unwilling to face reality.

Seeing his expression, Wen Baixu didn't force himself to say anything. He just gently scooped another spoonful of food from the bowl and handed it to his mouth, but... he still didn't want to open his mouth.

"Are you planning on starving yourself to death?"

After a pause, Wen Baixu put his hand down again, looked at him helplessly and said: "Well, he will definitely come later. If you want to know what you want to know, then you should cooperate with me. Some things are two completely different concepts, slow and stimulating."

The boy blinked his eyes gently, and then without hesitation, he roughly put the contents of the bowl into Bei Ming's mouth until...

"Rude...you're nothing like him..."

Hearing this, Wen Baixu looked at him with a smile, but he didn't say anything.

After a long while, under the young man's gaze, Bei Ming puffed up his lips and tilted his head.

Seeing him like this, Wen Baixu laughed helplessly and put the bowl on the table, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he turned back, took off his shoes, stepped onto the bed, got in, and lay down.

"What are you doing?"

Bei Ming looked at the young man lying inside in confusion, only to see him stretching, sitting down, and then taking off his outer clothes, leaving only a thin inner garment.

"Of course I'll help you..."

As he spoke, the young man smiled brightly like the sun. He opened his quilt, crawled into it, hugged his waist, and rested his head on his abdomen.

"Hey...you...I am..."

The boy's face flushed from the warm air coming from the quilt, but he felt his body stiffen. He laughed out loud, but stopped laughing the next second and slowly shrank back into the quilt without moving.

Just as Bei Ming was about to ask him what he was up to, he heard a slight knock on the door.

"Master, your disciple is here to bring you breakfast, Master..."

The voice that was trying to cheer up came from the door, and you could tell who it was at once.

But the person on the bed seemed to be standing there in a daze, and seemed to be at a loss as to how to face him.

After a while, there was a noise from under the quilt, and a furry head popped out from under the quilt, shouting in a pinched voice.

"Come in~"

There is a hint of charm in her voice, just like a serious woman.

After an unknown amount of time, the door slammed open and a hurried sound of footsteps approached from afar, as if something urgent was going on.

He was seen hurriedly standing still in the middle of the room, his sword-like eyes slightly frowning as he looked around, as if he was looking for something.

"Why are you so panicked?"

Bei Ming pushed the furry head down and pretended to look at the person in the middle of the room.

"Huh... just now... I heard a voice that was neither male nor female. I thought..."

"Why?"

Bei Ming looked at him with burning eyes, then turned his head away.

"Nothing...Nothing, I'm just worried that Master might be in danger...that's why I'm so panicked..."

"Really?"

Bei Ming turned his head and looked at him again, as if he wanted to see something from his eyes...

But there was not a trace of it in his ink-black eyes. Bei Ming lowered his eyes and silently stopped looking at him.

The man's heart was a little turbulent when he saw this, but he quickly calmed down. He caught a glimpse of something on the table from the corner of his eye, but he didn't say anything. He just picked up the things in his hand, sat down next to him, and with deep worry in his eyes, he scooped up a spoonful of porridge and stretched it to Bei Ming's mouth.

Bei Ming was exactly the same as before. He just glanced at him and then turned his head away silently.

The man looked at him like this, with a hint of sadness in his eyes, but soon he put on a calm smile, silently withdrew his hand, put the bowl and spoon aside, and looked at him quietly.

After a long time, the man suddenly exerted force, pulled Bei Ming's head over, pressed the back of his head with one hand, and kissed his bright red lips.

Bei Ming stared blankly in front of him, while the man had a triumphant smile for a moment, but... he didn't last more than five seconds. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and he let go of the person in front of him.

"Hmm~ Master is indeed Master, quite cruel..."

"That's not as cruel as you..."

Before Bei Ming finished speaking, he smiled as usual, but that smile that had never changed was so dazzling now.

The sound of a slap resounded throughout the room. The crisp sound and the red and swollen face showed how much force the slap had.

“Why don’t you hide?”

There seemed to be a fire-like light in Bei Ming's eyes shooting at the man

The man tilted his head, the smile on his face gradually faded, and said

"Because you are angry, I don't want you to be angry anymore"

The weak words seemed to beg for mercy, and also seemed to be telling one's own wishes.

“Then you know why I’m angry.”

The man nodded, without commenting on his words, and said nothing more.

Seeing him like this, Bei Ming's chest, which had been rising and falling, gradually calmed down. After a moment, a pair of slender hands stretched out to the man's face, looking at him with burning eyes.

In the next second, the man who originally looked weak and unable to take care of himself held his hand tightly, fearing that it would slip through his fingers in the next second.

Feeling his wrist being held tighter and tighter, Bei Ming realized something was wrong and tried to pull his hand back, but he couldn't move at all.

"Master... Ah Ming... I knew it..."

A pair of sincere eyes emitting a hint of light looked at Bei Ming

But Bei Ming seemed to think of something when he saw him like this, so he pushed him away, pulled back his hand, leaned back on the pillow, rubbed his wrist with one hand, and said seriously:

"Since you know, I won't beat around the bush. Tell me... Tell me everything you've been hiding from me."

The indifferent tone spread in the hut, but... the silent air seemed to be frozen, stagnating time.

Bei Ming waited for a long time, but he didn't get the answer he wanted. He couldn't hold it in any longer and pointed at him, wanting to drive him out.

Seeing that he was so determined, the man stopped talking and just said quietly, "Master, have a good rest. I'll come back in the evening."

He stood up, but before leaving, he took a deep look at his bed and walked out.

When he heard the door close again, Bei Ming couldn't bear it anymore and threw the pillow off the bed, muttering something...