The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Ling Fu was silent for a long time, looking at the blue night sky through the window frame. It was the end of the Xu hour.

The unbearable desire spread out bit by bit, simmering her down, but she just leaned against the headboard, enduring it expressionlessly, letting her face be stained with patches of crimson, her five fingers digging deeply into the quilt.

"Nothing..." She spoke with a slight tremor, suppressing all her emotions, along with the strangeness in her body.

Today is a full moon.

Ling Fu has always been a quiet person, with a relatively calm expression on her face and indifferent to desires and emotions. However, when facing Fu Qing, her heart would always be moved.

Such inappropriate, bastard, out-of-bounds ripples...

"Master... can you please go out?" She held on to her last bit of calmness, hoping to appear in front of Fu Qing as a well-behaved and sensible person, rather than a lunatic tortured by lust.

Fu Qing's eyes fell on Ling Fu, and he felt a lump in his heart. Fu'er was always too well-behaved, and he used to think she was old-fashioned, but now he just felt heartbroken.

"You really don't want your master to accompany you?" She remembered Elder Chongdan saying that she might go astray, and if there was someone present to sort out her meridians, it would be better.

Fu Qing clenched his five fingers tightly, and the murderous intent hidden under the aura of ink in his heart could not be concealed.

"No...no need...let me be alone for a while..." Ling Fu turned over and shrank into the quilt, put her hand into her mouth and bit it hard, not wanting to make any sound and suppressing the trembling of her body.

"Master...please go out..." She didn't want to be seen in such a miserable state.

There was silence behind him for a long time, until a slight sound was heard from the wooden door.

Ling Fu then gritted her teeth and silently shed tears. The meridians in her body began to ache and ache, and the spiritual energy within her was raging like a carnival. The pain and desire intertwined with each other, almost tearing her soul in two.

She whimpered softly and hugged herself tighter and tighter, hoping that this damn night would pass as soon as possible.

She didn't know how many months she could endure this kind of torture, so she decided to stay with her master for a while longer...

"Master... Master... Master..." She bit her fingers, the smell of blood lingering between her lips and teeth. Her mind faded away, leaving only instinct.

She cried and begged, calling out the name that made her feel most secure.

Her master, her everything.

A light sigh was heard behind him. Fu Qing did not leave, but went to seal off the bamboo house with a formation to prevent any accidents.

She walked lightly, accompanied by the dull sound of cloth falling to the ground. She raised her hand to take off the green bamboo hairpin, and her long hair swayed and scattered, making a swirl at the end.

Wearing a plain white inner garment, he walked towards the bed barefoot, knelt on the bed quilt, and trapped the group of disciples. His voice was still gentle, "Fuer, your master can't just leave you alone."

"Silly Fuer, from the moment I picked you up, your teacher will not ignore you, unless you die..." Fu Qing's eyes were clear, and there was a complex emotion in his eyes, which was deeper than responsibility and stronger than family affection.

But, that is not love yet.

Ling Fu didn't expect that her master didn't leave. She looked up with a faint redness in her eyes. Fu Qing was still as gentle and elegant as ever, like an elusive sandalwood and unfathomable ink rhyme.

"Master..." She didn't dare to think that the other party would bow to her one day, let alone imagine the future, but at this moment she was kneeling on him like a fairy descending to the mortal world.

That's incredible.

The desires in her mind tormented her more and more, and Ling Fu even felt that it was an illusion and she was torturing herself.

How could she possibly...

"Are you... fake?" Ling Fu frowned slightly, with blood stains on her lips from biting them. As she asked the question, the blood stains flowed down the corners of her lips, like a cuckoo crying blood.

Fu Qingwei shook his head, looking at the corner of his lips with pity in his eyes, and stroked it with his thumb, using his spiritual power to heal the wound, "No."

"You... must be fake..." Ling Fu's eyes were blurred, revealing an uncontrollable obsession, but she couldn't wipe away the visible sadness on her brows, "Master... I'm sorry... I'm useless..."

"Fu'er is fine. It's you who is incompetent." Fu Qing rubbed the area between his disciple's eyebrows and finally smoothed it out a little.

"Master...can you touch me again?" She had no idea what was going on, and was like a blindfolded deer, running around in the heat, trying to find a way out by constantly bumping into the walls.

Fu Qing followed her words and gently brushed her cheek with the back of his hand, reducing the heat a little, which earned him a silly smile from his disciple.

"The last time you were like this... was more than 170 years ago..." She remembered clearly that she had acne on her face that day, and Fu Qing used a plaster to gently brush her face in order to make her look less ugly.

Every inch, every centimeter...

Like today, it brought coolness and a more powerful backlash. She confessed in tears: "Master... I have a false thought..."

"Master...I'm sorry..."

“Master…I…I…” I like you.

Fu Qing was suddenly a little panicked. Why was he still crying?

The voice was unclear and she couldn't understand what was being called. She leaned her head down and put her ear against Lingfu's lips.

A very light, tentative kiss, like that of a young girl, was placed on her temple, and it made her whole body stiffen.

She said, "I like you..." very quietly, just the sound of her breath entering my ear.

The gentleness on Fu Qing's face froze there, and she didn't know how to respond. She didn't understand love, and she didn't understand... It was just because Fu'er was so important, so she couldn't just ignore her.

A hand reached out and grabbed the white collar of her inner garment. Ling Fu bit her flesh lightly with a confused gasp, "If you were my fantasy, could you do whatever you want?"

"I must have gone crazy..."

If this is the closest moment to you, let me indulge myself once, just once...

Ling Fu reached her five fingers into her already loose inner garment, turned over and pressed Fu Qing under her. Their statures were exactly the same, and at this moment, judging from their appearance alone, it was hard to tell the age difference.

Fu Qing, who was lying down, still had a dazed expression on her face. Her mind went blank as she looked at Ling Fu. She had not expected this, she really had not thought of this at all. Even at this moment, the look in her eyes when she looked at Ling Fu was still more loving.

Unexpectedly, I was covered by a hot and wet palm, and the tone was a little panicked: "Don't... your eyes are too similar to hers..."

"Too similar... not good..." Ling Fu bit his lips and kissed him, not knowing whether to be happy or sad. There was no pleasure in her heart, only blasphemy...

She is blaspheming her master...

“…Master…wu…” She cried and trembled, allowing the spiritual energy to run wildly through her meridians. She was so painful that she could not utter a word and did not continue.

Even the kisses were just placed on top.

Maybe she is going to die...

"Fuer, don't cry... don't cry..." Fu Qing came back to his senses and immediately comforted his disciple, reaching out to wipe away the tears from her eyes, "...Why are you still like a child?"

"Don't cry anymore."

Although she didn't understand love, she was at least experienced and knew what to do. She gently raised her head and kissed him on the lips according to the memory in the book...