The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

"Hey~ Master..." The moment she lost her balance, Ling Fu called out the most familiar name. She had called him "Master" for two hundred years, through two hundred years of history.

Even in his dreams or when he was mumbling, he was calling out for his master, and his name was engraved into his bones.

When sitting on the warm flesh pad, he was still a little dazed, until his chin was gently lifted up. His eyes were still as bright and gentle as before, but his mouth uttered words that did not match that.

What 'how'? She didn't know how to respond at all. She just stared at her blankly with her eyes open.

Fu Qing did not correct the so-called titles. Various titles such as Madam, Madame, General, Princess, Your Majesty, Minister, Master, and Disciple often appear in the book. Most of them are due to interest and can be regarded as a kind of fun.

After some adjustments, he gently rubbed Ling Fu's chin with his fingertips and asked in a slow voice, "My dear disciple, do you like being hugged like this?"

His eyes fell on Ling Fu's brows, trying to figure out whether she enjoyed it or not, and to use this to find out how she liked to get along with others. Anyway, she still had many "tricks" she had just learned that she had not used yet.

Ling Fu was completely frozen, sitting on Fu Qing's lap, not knowing whether to leave or stay. This insincere title of "good disciple" shook and shattered her three perspectives.

Her hand was still subconsciously on Fu Qing's shoulder, and she curled up and tightened her fists upon hearing what he said. Her eyes were more shocked than an earthquake, and were almost numb.

"…ah?"

What kind of lewd words is Master saying? Does she really understand what this means? Is she flirting with me?

Fu Qing blinked twice. He couldn't tell from Lingfu's expression whether she was happy or unhappy, but her well-behaved and dazed look was pleasing to the eye.

It's very similar to when she was a child, when I held her on my lap like this and taught her how to draw talismans by holding her hand. Time flies so quickly.

The original teasing action gradually changed. The hand that was lifting the chin was put down and placed on Lingfu's waist. It really became the action of coaxing a child.

When the movement on her face faded, Ling Fu's almost burnt brain finally heaved a sigh of relief, and her eyes fell on the hands around her waist.

Some want to escape...

Her waist is very sensitive...

When I was held by my master as a child, I was always very tense in order to prevent her from teasing me.

She slid her throat, looked at Fu Qing, and forced herself to calm down and said, "Yi Guan...can you let me go?"

open?

Fu Qing frowned slightly. In books, one party often speaks a different language, while the other party becomes increasingly powerful. Should he listen to Fu'er and let go, or continue according to the description in the book?

While she was thinking, she unconsciously tightened her hands, her fingertips pressing on the soft flesh of her waist, and the warmth of her fingertips burned Lingfu's waist through her robes.

"Hmph..." Ling Fu instantly hid in Fu Qing's arms, away from the hand, buried her head in Fu Qing's neck, and begged for mercy with a red face: "Don't..."

"Yi Guan, don't move..."

Fu Qing also felt the warm breath on her neck, like a warm cloud, expanding and contracting, dyeing her earlobes crimson. At a certain moment, her heartbeat seemed to suddenly quicken.

She followed her inner desires little by little, clasped her arms tightly, and whispered in Ling Fu's ear, "Fu'er, do you still like me touching you like this?"

Ling Fu felt like she was being bullied to death. Why did he ask so many questions?

Her master is not a piece of wood, but a solid iron tree.

Her face was as red as steam from a hot pot. She bit her lower lip and nodded gently from the bottom of her heart.

The one you like, who is being hugged by the person you have admired for many years and is closest to you, is someone you like no matter what.

But this kind of liking is really torturous!

Fu Qing's eyes lit up after receiving the positive feedback. It turned out that books are the golden house and the beautiful woman. As long as you are willing to learn, you can still integrate the knowledge in this world.

Now that the first step of getting close has been completed, the next step is... getting close.

I was the one who detoxified Fu'er a few days ago, so logically speaking, I was the one who took advantage. In fairness, we should swap roles.

Fu Qing was deep in thought. He had now reached the level of a spirit being, so there was no need to worry about any trouble. He could just let Fu'er do whatever she wanted.

She picked up Lingfu, who was tall and thin, like a green bamboo. Her long robe swayed in the air as she walked towards the bed.

Ling Fu, who was picked up, was still in a daze with her brain overloaded, and she saw her master's bed getting closer and closer to her. It happened that dusk was shrouded outside the door and windows, and the mountains and fields were dark.

She glanced at Fu Qing's profile, confused for a moment.

The moon is not full yet today, there is still at least another thirteenth day. What is the point of carrying myself to the bed?

"Yi Guan...what are you doing?" She was so surprised that her tone rose a little, and her voice sounded a bit like the crispness of teaching in the classroom.

"Fuer, take off my hairpin for me..." Fu Qing tilted his head slightly towards Ling Fu and revealed the ordinary bamboo hairpin, which was a gift that Ling Fu gave to Fu Qing when she was a teenager.

Looking at the bamboo hairpin that has been patinated by time and is shining with tung oil, the memories of that year suddenly came to my mind again.

The master actually still keeps it.

Ling Fu lightly touched the head of the hairpin with her fingertips, then pulled it, and half of her long hair that was tied up fell down gracefully, creating a tingling sensation in the palm of her hand. The hairpin remained in her palm, being rubbed back and forth by her thumb several times.

She was gently put down and sat on the edge of the bed. Before she could come to her senses, she saw Fu Qing bending down and lifting her ankle.

Reach out to help her take off her shoes!

She immediately retracted her feet. How could I let her help me take off my shoes? !

Seeing Fu Qing's next move being totally unpredictable, Ling Fu could only blame herself for not taking a closer look at the book to see what it actually said.

Make Fu Qing so...'terrible'!

She pulled her feet back, subconsciously took off her shoes quickly, and sat on the edge of the bed with her legs bent. She looked at Fu Qing who was approaching and subconsciously moved to the side.

"Actually... Yi Guan, you don't have to..." learn those things from the books. Keeping it as it is is much better than being so 'terrible' now.

But before she could finish her words, she was completely attracted by the beauty in front of her.

Which disciple has ever seen the master unbuttoning his clothes in front of him, starting from the belt and then buttoning them one by one, exposing the delicate collarbone and slender neck?

The light green inner garment was somewhat transparent, almost like a layer of gauze in the eyes of a Nascent Soul cultivator. Underneath was Fu Qing's body, which had become thin due to years of illness. His waist was so thin that there was not much flesh on it, and his soft and rising chest was surrounded by a goose yellow bellyband.

It seems to be there and not there, which is the most alluring.

But this person had long hair flying all over the place, and had completely lost his manners. Apart from this pretty face with a divine look, he didn't look like an immortal at all. He was even half-kneeling as he crawled towards him.

Ling Fu was forced into a corner little by little, her body leaning against the inner bed board, with nowhere to retreat. Even the bed board made a sound as she dodged and resisted.

Creak——!