The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

"I remember you liked honey in the past, so I asked for a jar for you. There's enough honey in here for a whole basin. It's enough for you to drink for more than a year, and you can even drink new honey next year." Fu Qing showed the small jar, revealing the space array pattern she had engraved on it. It seemed that the capacity of this small jar was not just what it looked like.

Ling Fu raised her hand and covered her face with her sleeve, then she extended her tongue and licked the honey off her lips, saying shyly, "I've grown up, and I don't like sweet things like before."

"But thank you Yi Guan for your concern." After licking the honey off his lips, he gently put down his sleeves, raised his hand to take the small jar and was about to put it away.

As she was looking into the jar, a shadow loomed in front of her. Fu Qingban repeated her words, "You have grown up..."

"When we reached my brow height, our cultivation had caught up with us a lot, and sleeping on the same bed together was not just a simple embrace."

"Fuer..." Fu Qing called softly, looking at the girl in front of him, for a moment he felt a little regretful that he had missed so much during his serious injury and did not see her grow up into her current perfect appearance.

Fortunately, God is kind to her. Thanks to her junior sister and Xiao Mian'er, she has the opportunity to participate in Lingfu's future life, and even advance from the identity of a master to a Taoist partner.

“…I can no longer consider you as my disciple.” She whispered softly, her eyes fixed on Ling Fu’s eyebrows. The rare complex emotions contained a hint of desire, like white paper stained with cinnabar ink, which gradually spread out and then spread out again… She lightly kissed the crystal lips wrapped in honey, and the remaining sweetness came from the tip of her tongue, wrapping her in the honey.

Peach blossom honey is really sweet...

Ling Fu fell backwards with the force, put away the honey pot in time, reached out to support Fu Qing gently, and let her fall on her. The two mature women's bodies were shaking slightly when their chests were connected.

“…Yi Guan…Spirit lamp…” Ling Fu reminded the light on the table behind her a second before she untied her belt, but Fu Qing waved his hand behind his back.

With a sharp breath, the lights were extinguished instantly.

The room was so dark that it was almost impossible for a monk to cover up his mistake. They could see each other clearly, but they tacitly kept silent.

As the night darkens, emotions surge up as well.

In the bamboo forest on a moonlit night, whispers softly.

……

It is said that romance is boundless. Under the bright jade plate, there is always more than one romance hidden.

Yu Mian was originally practicing meditation with a peaceful mind, but gradually, a burning sensation as if he were entangled by a fire dragon began to burn from the inside out. The heart-clearing mantra he recited a hundred times or a thousand times could no longer suppress his pain. Yu Mian suddenly woke up from his meditation, his chest rising and falling slightly.

Something is wrong!

She opened her eyes and looked to her side, meeting a pair of eyes that were full of interest, as if looking at a weak prey. It was unknown how long Shengqing had been awake. At this moment, he was lying on his side with one hand under his neck, staring at her.

"Shengqing..." She opened her mouth to call out softly, but found her voice a little hoarse. A burning heat rose in her forehead, making her consciousness a little confused.

Is she...having a fever?

It's impossible. With her current level of cultivation, how could she have a fever?

She raised her arm and lightly touched her forehead, then her cheeks and neck. They were all hot, like soft and sweet white steamed buns about to be taken out of the steamer.

Suddenly, a gentle hand touched my face. The coolness was like ice, penetrating into my bones, seeping into my skin and flesh, dispelling some of the heat.

She subconsciously wanted to get close to him, her body curled up in the quilt and she wanted to get into her arms, but he gently pressed her head against hers, not letting her get any closer.

What's the difference between this and blocking a thirsty traveler from an oasis?

Yu Mian stared at Sheng Qing eagerly, almost losing consciousness, and with a look of pleading, he called out in a hoarse voice: "Sheng Qing..."

Such a look of expectation and prayer is like placing you on the highest altar, with the believers at your feet kneeling and raising their heads, dedicating everything they have.

Allow to ask, beg, sacrifice everything, and hand over all initiative, just in exchange for mercy.

You are her ruler, her everything.

Sheng Qing's originally calm gaze suddenly became much deeper. This look of total dependence was a hundred times more exciting to her than the union of soul and body.

Her mouth and tongue became moist, and she felt the urge to swallow.

But he still endured it, held down Yu Mian, and explained to her gently: "Be obedient and don't move... Your soul and cultivation are already able to control your body now, but because your cultivation is increasing too fast, you don't have enough time to try to control it."

"As long as you can let your spirit take control once, you will be able to control your body freely in the future, so... just bear with it." Sheng Qing just pressed his fingertips against her head, but it was like a tremendous force that prevented Yu Mian from moving forward. She stayed where she was, becoming more and more dazed, her cheeks flushed red.

Her consciousness gradually became blurred. She heard clearly what Sheng Qing said, but she couldn't figure out what she meant at the moment.

What physique, what cultivation, she just wanted her to hug her...

She stared at the other person with watery eyes, and a sense of inexplicable grievance arose for no reason. She felt a little uncomfortable. Why didn't he even give her a hug?

Sheng Qing found her dazed look adorable, so he casually flipped over and took out a photo stone and began to record this scene.

Wait until she wakes up and then tease her a little.

She suppressed and guided him, and Yu Mian struggled unbearably, even putting his hand on his belt, preparing to undress, but Sheng Qing grabbed his wrist and then controlled his hands and feet.

Let her become more and more confused, her body will become like a bubbling soup, turning into ashes from the inside out.

Her body temperature was frighteningly high, even Sheng Qing felt a little warmed by the yang energy emanating from the skin on her wrist.

She chuckled softly and said jokingly, "Mian'er is really a little heater. It's so hot."

Yu Mian heard the words clearly, and the redness on his face deepened. He struggled to regain consciousness and wanted to refute the man's nonsense.

Unexpectedly, Sheng Qing saw this, curled his lips, lowered his head and kissed her lips, pulled apart a section of silver, and continued to whisper in her ear: "Not only is she warm, she's also a little melon..."

Yu Mian puffed up his cheeks and said, "What honeydew melon? You are the honeydew melon, your whole family is honeydew melons!"

Her anger and shame took over, and she regained consciousness in an instant, and said, "You are the honey...! Huh?!"

She opened her eyes wide, shocked by the gangster on her body. She wanted to kick him away, but she remembered that she was seriously injured and held back.

He turned the urge to kick her away into tense toes, gritted his teeth, and left a red mark on the corner of Shengqing's lips.

"You!" Her mind gradually came to light, and she remembered what Shengqing had just said, and then she realized that this man was helping her.

Her original anger, combined with the double buff of Sheng Qing's injury and her kindness in helping him, forced her to pounce on him.

But her not being angry didn't mean Sheng Qing had calmed down. His lower body was instantly rolled up, and the snake woman on his body smiled charmingly like a demon concubine who brought disaster to the world.

"Mian'er...it's my turn now..." (Eyes)