The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Chapter 526 Fu Qing and Ling Fu [Extra 6]

Long hair should be combed.

Ling Fu sat in front of the dressing table in the room, feeling the tingling sensation on her scalp. The rustling sound was like a feather brushing past, making her subconsciously relax.

Fu Qing stood behind her and gently ran her fingertips through her hair. She used a horn comb to separate her hair into bunches and tied them into a simple Lingyue bun. After half of the hair was lightly tied into shape, she finally inserted a hairpin to secure it.

"Well, how about taking a look? Have your skills become rusty?" Fu Qing bent down to be level with her, and they looked into the spirit mirror together. The person in the mirror was clearly visible, and extremely beautiful.

This was the hairstyle Ling Fu styled for her when she was in her teens and her hair started to grow taller. Before that, girls’ hair was fine and soft, so they mostly wore their hair in a simple low ponytail or fixed it with a hairpin.

"No..." Ling Fu looked in the mirror. After putting her hair into a bun, she seemed to have a more playful look, which was quite different from the old-fashioned master in blue clothes that the disciples usually saw.

She usually just likes to use a hairpin to simply tie up the upper half of her hair, and then fix it with a hairband to prevent it from loosening. She doesn't put much effort into these aspects.

"It looks very beautiful." She smiled, the corners of her lips did not curve up too much, but one could see her real happiness.

Fu Qing looked through the bronze mirror at the girl with a faint smile. At one moment, her heart seemed to be filled with a warm cloud, so hot that it seemed to be swelling. Her eyes were slightly filled with sorrow...

Is this the love that cannot be described in calligraphy or painting?

Countless people throughout history have portrayed and described it, but none of them have been able to capture its true form.

It is really intoxicating.

Just joy, the simple joy of wanting to live with her.

She gently put her arms around Lingfu's waist, and leaned face to face with her, rubbing her ears intimately.

"Then in the future..." Before she could finish her words, Ling Fu blocked her mouth with her fingertips.

"Teaching should not be too complicated." She stopped the other party's suggestion. The disciples should watch how she draws talismans instead of studying what kind of hair accessories the teacher has on his head today.

Fu Qing thought about it... When teaching, facing so many disciples... it is indeed more appropriate to look serious.

And since Fu'er was like this, she was the only one who could watch her.

It is a dress that is exclusive to the two of them with the door closed.

This thought suddenly occurred to her, and she frowned slightly. Why didn't she want others to see Fu'er like this? Who could see her red makeup? She was the only one who was free.

Could it be that the "bitter taste" mentioned in the book means jealousy?

"Why are you frowning?" Ling Fu raised her hand and stroked the center of her brows, smoothing out the slight undulation. She turned her head to face Fu Qing and asked in confusion, "Hmm?"

"I don't want to show you like this in front of others, but this should be Fu'er's own freedom. It's just that this kind of unreasonable thought appeared for the first time, and I'm a little confused." Fu Qing said bluntly.

It was the first time that she couldn't understand her own emotions. She inexplicably wanted to cross the bottom line of a gentleman and even wanted to care about such trivial matters.

Ling Fu was helpless. Compared to Fu Qing, who was like a natural wood, at least she was still a woman with the ability to understand normal emotions. She tilted her head and gently touched Fu Qing's cheek.

Fu Qing's original doubts were like bubbles that were punctured by the kiss. A glimmer of light appeared in his eyes, and when he looked at Ling Fu, there was a hint of confusion and doting in his eyes.

I thought that the Taoist couple wanted to kiss me, so I took the initiative to move forward.

Halfway through, Ling Fu stopped him with her fingertips raised, "Do you think Yi Guan can do this to outsiders?"

"Of course not. You already have a Taoist partner. This should be done with the person closest to you." After she connected the cause and effect, Qian suddenly realized, "Fuer, Taoist partners should have a special intimate distance, but emotions are difficult to control precisely on a good scale. I have lost my exclusive intimate distance with you."

"It spreads to the way you dress, your appearance, the way you interact with others..." She felt like she understood.

Ling Fu: ...It seems like I understand, but it also seems like I don’t understand.

"So Yi Guan, don't worry. I don't care about your desire to possess this, and I am willing to hand over this power to you..." She moved her fingertips away, gently lifted Fu Qing's chin, raised her head and kissed him.

The slender neck tilted up slightly, the veins throbbed slightly, and the throat slid slightly...

Fu Qing felt the touch on her lips, putting aside the ethical books and the clear boundaries between people, and she was immersed in it at this moment.

Lingfu... is completely different from others.

It belongs to her.

The moment this thought came to her mind, Fu Qing actually felt a sense of satisfaction. This was different from the brief excitement and joy she felt every time she successfully drew a difficult talisman. This feeling was long-lasting, as if the satisfaction had filled a gap in her body.

For a long, long time, I want her, I want her to belong to me, or I want myself to belong to her.

The bright light outside the window was blocked by the clear gauze. On the rattan chair, one person was bending over with his head down, and the other was sitting on the chair with his head raised up. His thin back was straight and handsome, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon and waiting to spread its wings.

Their eyes met, Fu Qing lightly brushed her red lips with her fingertips and murmured softly: "It seems... there is no need to put on lip balm."

Ling Fu subconsciously pursed her lips upon hearing this, and clenched her fingertips. In an instant, she was unable to move forward or backward.

She was stunned for a moment, then stepped back and faced the mirror. She wanted to hide the blush on her face, but it made it even more obvious as she looked at Fu Qing through the mirror. Finally, she looked back at her slightly rosy lips.

Indeed... no need to go...

"So, that's not an excessive idea. I'm the same, with a little excessive selfish desire, possession, monopoly..." She brought the topic back, answering Fu Qing's doubts with her actions.

At this moment, the slightly shy woman in the mirror was happy in her heart. She liked her Taoist partner to speak frankly about her possessiveness, to analyze his thoughts clearly, and to be completely defenseless against her.

It is difficult but simple to feel love and hate from Fu Qing. As long as you are close to her, you can see her straightforward heart.

Liking and loving are both so open and frank that they can withstand the scorching sun without any deterioration.

Fu Qing suddenly imagined some scenes in her mind, and even she herself could hardly control her actions and thoughts.

Maybe this is jealousy. After thinking about it, it doesn’t seem interesting.

It’s better not to taste it at all. Who in this world would seek jealousy on their own?

She likes sweetness, and her Fuer is sweet.

"Okay..." Fu Qing smiled, "Is there anything Fuer wants to do today?"

"It seems like I have always been the one proposing and planning. Now I am no longer your master, but just your equal Taoist partner. So how do you want to control my schedule?"

Ling Fu suspected that Yi Guan might have read too many random books, polluting his language library. Why did he always say ambiguous words, "control"?

How could she control her?

Is it like the wedding night...