The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

After the joy.

The morning light filtered through the gauze of the window frame and quietly moved toward the bed. When the sun finally slanted down to the side of the shoes under the bed, the bed curtains trembled slightly.

With a long sigh, Yu Mian's breath turned into a layer of light white mist in the quilt. It was winter again, and the weather was getting colder.

She opened her slightly sore eyes and looked at the familiar relief of a hundred birds on the ceiling of the bed. The spiritual power in her body circulated briefly for a circle, and then all the discomfort was expelled and her energy was restored.

But the body's energy has recovered, but the spirit has not.

The sore feeling was still throbbing on her nerves, making her unable to concentrate and she just wanted to stay in bed and stare blankly.

His eyelids drooped slightly, he tilted his head to look to the side, ripples appeared in his eyes, and even his breathing subconsciously became a little lighter.

The eyebrows are long and reach the temples, which makes her look like an immortal.

The phoenix's closed eyes are like a meticulously drawn stroke from a painting cave thousands of years old. The black feathers under the eyes are like a clever fan, lightly fitting on the porcelain-white surface, like a wisp of natural smoke, emitting a fairy-like aura.

It seemed as if the ink in the inkstone happened to turn into mist when she put down her pen, reflecting the sadness and kindness in her eyes when she lowered her eyes - but it turned out to be a purple-hair brush dipped in Luoshui that was used to write "Ode to the Goddess".

Yu Mian's heart was beating faster, but he was afraid of disturbing the person, so he controlled himself and slowed down his heartbeat by half a beat.

Overlapping, beating on the eardrums.

When she didn't open her eyes, this pretty face was really cold and aloof. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she had skin as cold as ice and bones as beautiful as jade. If she was more aloof and serious, I'm afraid all the cultivators in Jiuzhou would want to become her disciples at Yufu Mountain.

A master who is like a fairy.

Yu Mian stretched out his hand and half-covered his hand to describe her facial features. Everything about her was perfect, without a single flaw.

Until her fingertips gently brushed across the bridge of her nose and were about to land on Shengqing's lips, the tightly closed phoenix eyes suddenly opened and she bit her fingertips.

This bastard not only bit me, he also licked me lightly with the tip of his tongue before letting go.

Yu Mian was so frightened that he pulled his hand back instantly. He made eye contact with the snake woman. There was a hint of astonishment in his eyes, which then disappeared. His brows knitted together, "You scared me again?"

This snake clearly woke up early.

"I, your wife, see that you are having so much fun that I can't bear to disturb you." Sheng Qing narrowed his eyes and yawned lightly. He noticed from the corner of his eye that the two of them were a little far apart, so he pulled her into his arms.

Yu Mian struggled for a while, frowned and pushed him away, saying with some rare disdain: "Your body is so cold, it's cold, stay away from me."

This is of course not the real reason. He was just being bullied so he was looking for an excuse to get a little revenge.

Sheng Qing refused, "Liang?"

Then he snapped his fingers, and his body suddenly became as warm as a human being, warming up the quilt. He then raised his eyebrows and looked at Yu Mian, "Is it still cold now?"

It was just a matter of changing her body temperature, which was extremely easy. However, the temperature on the outside of her body had no effect on the coldness of her soul and body, and she still felt cold.

Only the fire crystals at the bottom of the spring pool, or the warm stove in front of her with full of yang energy, can warm her up.

Yu Mian felt the hot temperature of her body. After he touched her skin, he felt a hint of chill from the heat on her body surface. He realized that this was only a temporary solution and not a cure for the disease.

It can't even cure the symptoms.

"It's warm, it's warm. You should just remove the magic. It's useless and suffocating." Yu Mian responded perfunctorily, but he still resigned himself to hugging the other person.

Seeing Mian'er personally embrace him, Shengqing curled the corners of his lips slightly, withdrew the magic, and his body instantly returned to its normal coldness. Then he tightened his arms and hugged her intimately.

“…Didn’t you say…you wanted to have a good rest?” Yu Mian asked suddenly while holding Sheng Qing, his tone a little unfriendly.

Sheng Qing was stunned, his eyes dodged for a moment, and then he said seriously: "In an emergency, we must make decisions based on our urgency. Mian'er's physical condition is the most urgent issue..."

As she spoke, her voice suddenly became aggrieved, and she spoke softly, "…It's okay even if it's tiring for me as a wife…"

"That's really! Really! Tired! Now it's your turn! You're willing to work yourself to death for half a month, right?!" Yu Mian gritted his teeth and ordered, "Don't remove your body defenses!"

Then he bit Shengqing's shoulder with all his strength, vowing to bite out a purple and red mark.

All I could hear was the snake woman's suppressed breath, "hiss~"

She felt relieved after hearing that. She took two big bites before letting go and looking at the small piece of porcelain-white skin in front of her that was slightly moist.

Not even a bit of defense was broken...

Only then did she nod in satisfaction, kiss him gently, and praise him vaguely, "Well done."

She just wanted to vent, but didn't want to hurt the other person.

Sheng Qing let her do whatever she wanted and reached out to gently stroke her back. Without the cover of cloth, the feel was a thousand times better than silk, smooth, white, tender, as warm as jade, and permeated with a fresh fragrance.

"It's Mian'er who taught me well." She imitated what Yu Mian had said, and the tone was exactly the same, and she acted weakly and coaxed her.

But the voice is always different, a clear and crisp sound, like broken jade hitting ice.

Yu Mianmo...

She had never taught those weird tricks, all kinds of them, which actually matched the short stories she had read. How could this bastard snake with a pineapple-like mind dare to blame her for everything?

"Nonsense, I haven't taught you anything!" she retorted quite reasonably.

"That's my wife's fault. It's just that after seeing Mian'er, you learned it all by yourself. What do you think?" Sheng Qing coaxed her with a smile, stroking her fur with his palm.

After finally eating enough, he was in a good mood and was willing to do whatever he wanted.

Yu Mian wanted to make trouble and pick a fight, but she couldn't fight back. She couldn't...

Feeling suffocated, he turned over and decided to ignore her for a while.

After a long silence, he finally asked, "…How is your health now?"

"It's okay..." Sheng Qing gave a standard answer, then looked at the back of her round head, and took the initiative to send his spiritual power along the heart meridian into Yu Mian's body, inviting her to take a look.

Yu Mian entered and took a look. The scarlet sea of ​​corpses and blood in his sea of ​​consciousness was shattered into dust, leaving only a small floating island and surrounding debris.

Stepping on the floating island with their toes, they saw a small patch of green grass with a bunch of lavender flowers blooming on it. As the two of them arrived, the grass swayed gently.

When Yu Mian saw the flower, she was a little nervous and raised her hand to pick it, but Sheng Qing grabbed her waist and stopped her. "Mian'er allowed me to do this. How is it? Have you taken good care of it?"

"Why did you plant this thing in your sea of ​​consciousness?" Yu Mian was so embarrassed that sometimes she really wanted to split open Sheng Qing's head to see what the brain circuit structure inside was like. She really couldn't bear it.

"This is the fruit of our love, so it should naturally be kept in the safest place." The snake woman had no shame at all. She even raised her hand and gently moved the petals with her spiritual power, causing a drop of dew to gently roll down from them.

She used her spiritual power to reach her fingertips, which reflected a desolate world. Countless pieces of gravel and dust were floating in the vast world. Only they stood together, hugging each other, on the only small platform that could still support living things.