The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

The sun rises brightly.

Yu Mian opened his eyes again and looked at the carved bird on the ceiling of the bed that was looking at him. He felt an unreal feeling as if his body had woken up but his soul was still floating behind him.

It's like wearing a holographic projection, the image and the body feel are not in sync, so there is a sense of emptiness and dissociation.

She woke up.

The next second, she jumped up with a loach!

He stretched himself twice, and finally used his elbows to sit up, feeling exhausted all over.

I am going to Wenxianshan to attend classes today. In the morning, it is Senior Sister Lingfu’s talisman class!

Why do I feel like I was beaten up in my sleep? All my muscles hurt. Could it be that Shengqing did something to me again?

Touching the slightly dry corner of her lips, she subconsciously licked it with her tongue. The sweet and fishy taste had not completely dissipated from the tip of her tongue, and there was still the familiar scent of green medicine.

I wouldn't bite her while I was sleeping, would I?!

She quickly reached out to feel her body, fearing that someone would pick her off somewhere to pay off the debt.

After feeling around a bit, he heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that only his underwear was a little loose.

fortunately.

She put her feet on the edge of the bed and was about to get out when she heard a knock on the door. Without even opening the door, an unpleasant, bitter smell drifted in through the window lattice.

"Big Sister, you had a fever last night, so the Immortal Master specially ordered me to make some medicine for you." A familiar voice came from outside the door, and the slight sound of a wooden table being placed on the ground was heard.

Yu Mian was too lazy to put on shoes. He walked barefoot on the ground, swaying slightly as he came to the mirror beside the bed. He saw the dried blood on his lips and the dull pain from the slightly broken skin at the corners of his lips.

The blood was Shengqing's, but where did the wound at the corner of his lip come from?

Could it be that he bit himself?

Pushing open the door and looking at the bowl of black medicinal soup on the ground, my sleepiness turned into depression.

You're cultivating immortality, so why do you still have to take medicine when you're sick? Shouldn't you just take a pill or some magical meal that can cure all diseases?

As she brought the medicine in, she heard a familiar, gentle voice behind her, but today there was a hint of resentment in the tone, "Mian'er, why didn't you call me Master when you woke up?"

She turned her head and saw a cold and seductive beauty in a pleated red skirt, with hairpins on both sides of her head and picturesque eyebrows walking in.

She even painted her fingertips with red nail polish today, which made her look a little brighter, but it couldn't suppress the sinister aura around her.

"I had a fever last night. Thank you Master for treating me." Yu Mian ignored her question and thanked him directly. She didn't want to argue with him about why he didn't call her.

After all, every time I see her, I get bullied, so it’s better not to see her.

"Master, I'm not feeling well today. Do I still need to go to Xianshan for class?" Yu Mian had the fear of being late for school ingrained in his bones.

She almost never took a leave. When she was in school, she would stay up till the end of the class even if she had a fever.

"No need. I'll take you out to play today." She flashed and came behind Yu Mian, holding him horizontally in her arms and sitting on the chair.

The sudden loss of weight frightened her so much that her heart skipped a beat and she subconsciously grabbed Shengqing's shoulders.

Yu Mian originally thought that she could still take a break, but now she had to go out with the snake woman. Thinking of this, she felt that her life was even more miserable...

It's more bitter than the medicine on this table.

"Mian'er, do you want to hang on to your master in the future? You don't even wear shoes?" Sheng Qing grabbed Yu Mian's right ankle with his bony hands. The cool feeling of his skin against his flesh made Yu Mian's toes curl up.

“…It’s not impossible.” Sheng Qing raised the last syllable of his voice.

"No! I forgot in a hurry. Master, please stop it... I'm itchy." Not only was the action itchy, but it was also extremely difficult for her to control her center of gravity because her feet were lightly lifted. She almost fell back into Sheng Qing's arms.

Her perspective was slightly upward, and happened to fall clearly into Sheng Qing's brows. In addition to his unchanged stunning face, there was a hint of impetuousness.

Who pissed her off?

No, you're taking it out on me, right?

Sheng Qing was stunned for a second when he heard this, until his eyes fell on the medicine on the table, then he let go and smiled, took out a silver spoon and gently swirled the medicine soup, saying: "Mian'er is still ill, so I specially found dozens of herbs such as coptis root and lotus seed core to make this tonic for you. It looks like it's almost cold, Mian'er, please don't let me down~"

As she spoke, she handed a spoonful of medicine to Yu Mian's mouth.

Yu Mian's pupils were dilated. Needless to say, there were other herbs in it. The coptis root alone was not something she could tolerate, not to mention the addition of lotus seeds.

No, these two are not for treating fever, right?

What's wrong with this woman today, to torture her, a delicate and weak flower, like this! ?

"Wait... wait, Master, it's hot. Can we drink it later?" She negotiated with her with a smile as bitter as if she was crying, and gently grabbed Sheng Qing's sleeve, begging her for mercy.

When you leave, I will immediately fall under the ginkgo tree at the door...

Sheng Qing's smile remained unchanged, and he spoke slowly, "There is a magical medicine in here that I brought from Tianhan Mountain. It can ward off the cold. If it gets cold, the medicinal effect will be reduced."

"Come...open your mouth."

As the silver spoon entered his mouth, Yu Mian felt the bitterness so much that he felt the root of his tongue disappeared. His facial features twisted into a ball and he subconsciously wanted to spit it out, but his chin was gently lifted up by cold fingertips.

Swallowed it...

Help! Who messed with this snake woman?

Don't let her know, or she will!!!

Please ask her not to make the other person angry.

She is the one who carries the heavy burden.

Yu Songsong leaned in Shengqing's arms, thinking that the one who could make Shengqing unhappy recently must be Lu Wuqie. Could it be that the black sesame dumpling didn't want to fulfill its promise to hand over the Jade Water Pearl?

While she was thinking, the next spoonful came.

Yu Mian looked at the torture getting closer and closer to him and shook his head repeatedly, but he still couldn't avoid it. Crystal tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

It is suffering.

It turns out that when people eat something extremely bitter, they really can't stop crying.

After drinking half a bowl, she threw herself into Sheng Qing's arms, letting the bitterness spread in her mouth, and said in a crying voice: "Master, I feel much better. Can I not drink it anymore? It's too bitter..."

"Master, I have already felt your incomparable and deep love, really!"

"Master..." The little girl threw herself on his neck and begged for mercy. Her voice was crying, like a fragile cat scratching her heart.

Sheng Qing put down the spoon in his hand, picked up the remaining half bowl with his fingertips, and a spiritual aura floated out and gently entered Yu Mian's body.

She did not lie. She had indeed added the "Snow Crystal Grass" that she had picked from Tianhan Mountain and had originally intended to give her as a reward for her breakthrough into the late stage of Qi Refining.

The remaining herbs are naturally good for the body...

"Okay, stop crying. Since you can't drink it, forget it." Sheng Qing stroked Yu Mian's back, carried her horizontally to the bed, and even used his spiritual power to put on her shoes. His movements were gentle and slow.

She had never shown such patience on her face. She treated Yu Mian like a carefully dressed cat or some other pet, combing her hair and feeding her.

But no one else understood how she was viewed in her heart, only she knew it.

The little girl who was being played with struggled awkwardly for a few times, and then indulged in this suffocating tenderness.