The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Ling Fu looked at Fu Qing who was being done whatever she wanted to him. She did not push him away with her hands, but just gently put them around her waist, raised her neck slightly, and gasped twice.

Her eyes were covered, so she couldn't see her expression clearly, and she had no idea how attractive she was now.

He also stuck out his tongue and gently licked the corner of his lips.

"Oh... Fu'er... do you like... this?" Fu Qing simply recalled it and realized a little bit of the beauty between Taoist companions. This kind of feeling of intimacy with the eyes blindfolded was indeed extraordinary.

If Fuer likes it, it’s not a bad idea.

"Master...you, aren't disgusted?" Ling Fu was somewhat incredulous. She raised her hand and gently hooked Fu Qing's chin. After the possessiveness in her heart was satisfied, the ferocious beast she raised became even more thirsty after taking a bite.

It is like drinking poison to quench thirst.

The blood from the scratches on the palm of his hand flowed up along the fingertips, leaving marks on Fu Qing's chin. The interweaving of red and white actually gave a feeling of pulling down a shrine.

Clear, beautiful and resolute.

"What do you hate?" Fu Qing blinked slightly with her eyelashes bound by a hairband. Since they had decided to become Taoist companions, weren't these the obligations that Taoist companions should fulfill?

She thought about it all night that day and figured it out at the same time.

"Isn't this as it should be?" Fu Qing smelled a faint scent of blood at the tip of his nose. He raised his hand with some confusion, wanting to take off his hairband, but was stopped by Ling Fu.

"Fuer, why do I smell blood? Are you injured?" This is the Wangxian Sect. Apart from the last accident, who else could have hurt her?

"Have you scratched your palm again?" She thought of Fu'er's bad habit and her tone became a little stern. This bad habit should be changed as soon as possible.

Ling Fu grabbed Fu Qing's raised hand and lifted it above her head. She said in a trembling voice, "It's okay, Master. It's okay...Yi Guan."

After saying that, he gently moved forward, kissed those soft lips, and rolled over.

If this was a dream, she hoped to wake up later. If not, she might never want to escape again.

She gave herself a chance and space to calm down, but everything was broken. She couldn't hide her desire for everything she had.

Is love always full of exclusivity, plunder and control?

She didn't know, but she couldn't let her go, and even less could she let herself go.

In the setting sun, there was no one else on Wenxian Mountain except a few elders who had retired from the mountain, and no disciple was willing to stay in the relatively boring classroom.

In this place of teaching, the unrivaled Master Fu Qing was blindfolded by his disciples, pressed against the wall, and then rolled onto the teaching desk, where he was kissed over and over again, with his clothes disheveled and his hair in disarray.

Fu Qing couldn't stand Fu'er's sudden change from coldness to enthusiasm, but he was afraid that the little girl he raised would run away again. Even though his ears were burning, he didn't want to push her away.

She embraced her kisses, her movements, everything she wanted.

It was just like the countless times of tolerance in the past.

Fu Qing felt some pain from being bitten hard on the lip. He licked the blood with the tip of his tongue. He frowned slightly, then slowly stepped back and asked, "Fuer, what's wrong?"

"Yi Guan...I'm sorry..."

It was dusk, and the only thing left in the dim hall was the golden afterglow, which cast shadows on the corners of the table and behind the window frames. Her thoughts, too, became silent and calm.

Ling Fu put her hands on her waist and murmured this sentence. It was unclear whether she was apologizing for her rude kiss or for her bitten lip.

A warm palm caressed her back, as if to comfort her, "It's okay, Fuer... Everyone has a lot of things they don't understand, and I have them too. We can slowly study and figure them out in the future."

"I also want to apologize to you. I'm sorry for not considering your thoughts..." Her tone was still unhurried, as if she was reciting poetry, coaxing the little girl leaning against her arms, her future Taoist partner.

"So, how about studying with me how a Taoist couple should live together?" Fu Qing lowered his head slightly and displayed the hairband in front of him to Ling Fu, waiting for her to unveil it.

Ling Fu's originally depressed emotions seemed to be suddenly pierced with a big hole, and they slipped away from this warm cloud of tolerance. She should have known long ago that Fu Qing was such a person.

Her fingertips untied the knot behind her head, and the green hairband fell directly from her eyes to the bridge of her nose. Those eyes looked at her with a smile.

Fu Qing noticed the injured palm first. After repairing it with his spiritual power, he rubbed it with some heartache. Then he innocently took her hand and kissed her fingertips.

"Next time if you want to hurt yourself, just think about the mark I left behind, okay?" She followed Ling Fu's fingertips and gently rubbed them to her palm, "Or you can come find me and get close to me."

Ling Fu wanted to pull her hand back, but she couldn't. Her eyes fell between the kiss and the palm, and her pupils were trembling with anxiety.

"Yi Guan...Okay, let go!" After finally regaining control of her hand, Ling Fu felt that her originally cold palm was now frighteningly warm, as if it were burning in a raging fire.

"I understand." Her heart, which was already beating rapidly, became even more violent at this moment, like dense drum beats, causing her eardrums to vibrate along with it, and the air seemed to expand and contract with her heartbeat.

The corners of her eyes were slightly red because of her emotions, and she was enduring the surging emotions.

Fu Qing's eyes fell on her face, he raised his hand to touch half of her cheek, and his thumb happened to rub the corner of her eye, "Why are your eyes red?"

"Fuer, is the medicine taking effect?" Although Elder Chongdan said that it is particularly fierce on full-moon nights, it does not mean that it has no effect on weekdays.

She frowned slightly, and asked nervously, "Do you want to... get close?"

The meaning of this intimacy is completely different from the intimacy mentioned above. Even if Ling Fu is slow-witted, she can understand it instantly. Her face turns red. "No need, it's just... it's dark."

"We go home!"

Fu Qing looked at his hand being waved away, somewhat confused.

Why not?

Could it be that he was dissatisfied with his actions that day because they were not gentle enough?

But she didn't have much experience in this matter. It was probably because her senior sister thought she was dull when she was looking for the human story book, so she brought it to her.

Oh, why not go ask Senior Sister tomorrow?

Junior sister is not at the mountain gate, and senior brother Yueqiong has also gone down the mountain, so I can only ask senior sister for advice.

Fu Qing calmed down and took Ling Fu back to the mountain gate. The two of them finally resumed their past days of reading by lamplight at night, drawing talismans and practicing magic together. Everything was peaceful and harmonious.

In addition, the talisman in Lingfu's hand is 30% more efficient.

In order to suppress her own restless thoughts, she focused almost all her attention on the yellow paper in front of her, fearing that Fu Qing would say something strange again. It would be fine if he just flirted with her randomly, but he also looked so serious.

Why did this person suddenly become so irritating?

The next morning, after sending Fu'er to Wenxian Mountain, Fu Qing did not go back to Qingzhu Mountain in a straight line. Instead, he turned a corner and headed towards his senior sister's Shouxing Mountain.