The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

"…you?"

The kiss on the lips was very light, not even deep, just a teasing and sucking rub. Ling Fu was like a disturbed bird, and she instantly shrank back an inch. There was a chasm between the two of them, which was both far and near.

The breaths are entangled with the faint scent of bamboo leaves and the fragrance of pen, ink and tea.

The two pairs of eyes were very close, so close that only each other's eyebrows could be seen clearly.

For the first time in her life, she saw confusion and restlessness in these warm eyes, and her pupils moved back and forth like the fluttering wings of a butterfly.

Her chest rose and fell slowly, trembling with her heartbeat. Ling Fu gently hugged him, as if they were snuggling, and they embraced each other.

"Yi Guan, take your time. I'm actually... not in a hurry." I can wait for two hundred years, three hundred years, five hundred years, even a thousand years.

Fu Qing blinked lightly. Her anxiety about Fu'er seemed to finally come true because of these words. She put her arm around Fu'er's waist with great satisfaction and said in a clear voice, "Well, I will learn how to love you..."

"Fuer, I am worried about you. Among all the people in this world, none of them can stay with me for a long time. I understand that I really need to take responsibility. You are the only one who understands and stays with me." He used to be worried about his junior sisters and the others, but after being injured, he became the one who was worried about them.

With the help of her junior sister and the others, her health finally recovered. However, her cultivation was still weak, and as her junior sister became stronger and stronger, she drifted away from her. Later, she and Xiao Mian'er became Taoist companions.

Now, the only person I really need to be responsible for is this person.

“Hmm…” Ling Fu hugged him tighter, and the subtle smile that was originally suppressed on the corner of her mouth couldn’t be stopped from rising. Waves of joy surged in her heart, like a spring breeze blowing across the earth.

Just like the Lantern Festival that year, Fu Qing held the maltose he bought in the human world, which was sweet.

The iron tree will not bloom, but her master will.

After Fu Qing heard this, she gently placed her arms around her waist and pinched it. She remembered that Fu'er seemed a little sensitive here, and sure enough, the person in her arms froze and called out softly, "Don't move..."

She suddenly felt something strange.

"So this is why you refused to study in my arms when you were a child." She showed a surprised look. No wonder after the age of seven, Fu'er started to draw talismans by herself at a table and chair.

She thought that children were born to be independent and strong.

Ling Fu was originally blushing at this action, but her face froze and she gritted her teeth after hearing this... Finally, she looked helpless and sighed quietly...

Never mind. If I want Fu Qing to bloom, I may have to wait for a hundred or eighty years.

"It's very itchy, can you let go?" She begged in Fu Qing's ear.

This was really unbearable, and she subconsciously wanted to dodge it, but dodging would make her movements even more strenuous, and her waist would become completely limp.

Fu Qing obeyed and let go of his hand, then patted Ling Fu gently on the back, as if to calm her down. Finally, there was a barely perceptible look of confusion on his face, and his lips pursed slightly.

Then he leaned close to Ling Fu's ear and whispered, "Fu'er really doesn't want me?"

Ling Fu's emotions, which had finally calmed down, were aroused again, and her mood went up and down like bungee jumping, with ups and downs in a way that not everyone can understand.

She even wanted to cover her face and smile bitterly, but her face was too hot, and the shame that rushed to her head was almost tormenting her to death.

"..." I was so embarrassed and angry that I couldn't speak. Sometimes I really wanted to cover Fu Qing's straightforward mouth and beg her not to say anything weird again.

The next moment she would regret why she didn't really cover it up!

Seeing Ling Fu was silent, Fu Qing explained his logic to her, "Shouldn't a wife be honest with each other? Fu'er hasn't even taken off my shirt yet. Doesn't she like it?"

She gently took Ling Fu's hand and placed it on her chest, saying without hesitation: "Fu'er's fingertips have fine calluses from drawing talismans, and I like them very much when they rub against my skin."

"I want... a little more, to experience it and gain some insights." There was a hint of desire in her eyes, mixed with a hint of lust and a feeling that Ling Fu was very familiar with...

It was as if every time Fu Qing saw an especially novel talisman, he would forget about sleep and food and study it in seclusion.

Ling Fu: ...

"...Really?" The tips of her ears felt hot and itchy, and she even felt that something was wrong at the moment. The movements between them were wrong, the positions were wrong, and the things they were discussing were wrong.

Chaos, confusion, confusion...

Fu Qing nodded and took the initiative to lift up a little of his collar. The porcelain-white skin on it made people dizzy and hot, "Really..."

This was of course a matter of fairness, and she was also curious about how attractive the descriptions in the book were and why they were so enthusiastic.

Ling Fu swallowed lightly, feeling a little thirsty, and felt saliva secreted on the tip of her tongue.

She is a mature woman over two hundred years old, who has experienced love and pleasure, and has a lover in her heart, and at this moment the love is in front of her and inviting her to have sex.

If she could still refuse this, maybe she should practice Buddhism instead of talismans...

"No regrets?" Ling Fu smeared it with her fingertips, blurring out that patch of skin, and leaned forward to lean on it. Finally, she whispered in his ear and asked again. Her voice was very soft and hoarse.

"No regrets." She moved closer and kissed Lingfu's neck like a dragonfly touching the water.

She liked the scent of Fu'er, which had the delicate fragrance of a scholar from an academy, a strong bookish air that reminded people of a library or a school.

When you breathe close to me, you feel safe.

It was like flipping through her favorite books with her fingertips in an environment where you could hear a pin drop. However, as she was flipping through the books, one day, the book spirit came out of the book, pushed her down next to the bookcase, and propped up her waist with a soft scroll of silk.

The knowledge that she wanted to learn on her own seemed to be full of life, drilling into her body and filling her soul that was thirsty for knowledge bit by bit.

Her breathing became a little heavy. She looked at the girl with slightly messy hair and a light sweat on her face with half-closed eyes. Her fingertips gently lifted the black hair on her cheek.

Instead, his fingertips were gently bitten, and his pulse was instantly stopped.

It was the first time she saw such strong emotions in Lingfu's eyes, like the turbulent waves that had been hidden beneath the surface surging to the surface, and the look in her eyes when she looked at her was like that of a cub fighting for food.

It is invasive and aggressive.

She chuckled, not feeling offended at all, and even letting him do whatever he wanted with a bit of doting, while he hooked his other hand around her neck and held her tight.

Fuer, I seem to have desire for you. Does this count as falling in love with you?

Ling Fu's eye sockets were red. She knew clearly that she was in control of everything at the moment, but for some reason she still had a feeling that she was being held in the palm of her hand. The entanglement of love in this world seemed to wrap her up tightly, leaving no space at all.

From the moment he was picked up, he was destined to be her captive.