Oops, I've become the puppy apprentice of my stupid master.

"My Lord is fond of men. I will give myself to him, and he will surely be happy."

"..."

Nan Yu didn't know how to refute this statement for a moment.

Although their master was fond of men, he had never thought of taking a male favorite.

However, the young man in front of him is quite good-looking. Maybe the Lord will really like him.

Never mind, if he wants to follow, let him follow.

Song Zhili followed Nan Yu all the way to a magnificent mansion.

This lavish property is a far cry from the cabin he had lived in before.

Before entering, Nan Yu warned him, "My Lord likes quietness. I will leave after I put down the gift, but if anything happens to you here, it will be your own fault."

Song Zhili couldn't hold back his pace any longer. He nodded randomly and said, "I know, I know. Why is a grown man so slow?"

"you!"

Before he could say anything, the man next to him rushed in in a hurry.

Seeing this, Nan Yu hurriedly followed.

Song Zhili rushed into the main hall, where he really saw the person he had been thinking about.

Yu Qianlin changed his usual attire. Today he wore a platinum brocade robe and did not wear the fox mask.

His originally white hair turned into normal black hair, making him look really unattainable.

At this time, Nan Yu rushed in and pulled this reckless and bold man aside.

"I think you really don't want to live anymore!"

After that, he quickly bowed and explained to the man in front of him: "My Lord, this young man is also here to give you a birthday gift, but he doesn't know the rules."

Yu Qianlin raised his eyelids and looked at the man, then closed his eyes again.

"Leave the gifts here, you can go now."

"Yes, Your Honor!"

Nan Yu looked at the people around him coldly and said, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and leave."

Song Zhili raised the corners of his lips and smiled: "The Lord said that the gifts should stay. I am the gift. How can I go with you?"

He stretched out his hand and pushed the person towards the door, "You go first. Thank you, Brother Nanyu, for speaking for me just now."

Nan Yu immediately frowned, "Who spoke for you? Forget it, you can do whatever you want."

After leaving these words, he left quickly.

As soon as the extra people left, Song Zhili turned around and moved towards his master.

But before he could get close to the other person, a cold voice reached his ears.

"stop."

Song Zhili stopped obediently after hearing this and shouted, "My Lord, how are you~"

At this moment, Yu Qianlin finally opened his eyes and looked at the person opposite him.

But there was no longer the warmth of the past in his eyes, and only indifference towards strangers.

"I don't know you. If you have nothing to do, please leave."

Hearing these words, Song Zhili's heart couldn't help but ache.

The master really doesn't remember him...

"My Lord, please don't rush to send me away. I came here naturally because I have something important to do!"

"Oh? Tell me about it first."

"I like you."

Song Zhili doesn't like to beat around the bush, so he spoke every word of the sentence "I love you" with utmost seriousness.

"I have admired you for a long time, and I hope you will fulfill my wish."

Yu Qianlin had never thought about such a thing and originally planned to refuse, but when he looked into the other person's eyes, he couldn't say the words of rejection no matter what.

He clearly didn't recognize this person, but why did he feel reluctant to leave this strange man...

Forget it, since I can't refuse, I'll just let the other party stay.

There are not many people in this yard anyway.

Yu Qianlin stood up from his chair, walked over to the other person and took a closer look, then curled his lips and said, "You are quite pretty, it's not impossible for you to stay, tell me what you can do first."

Seeing the other party compromise so quickly, Song Zhili was so excited.

He hugged the other's arm and smiled sweetly: "I can make you happy and please you. It depends on what you need, my lord."

"To please me?"

Yu Qianlin raised his chin with his index finger, "What do you mean?"

Song Zhili curled his lips and said, "Do you want to know?"

"Do not want to."

After saying that, he withdrew his hand.

At this moment, the man next to her suddenly tiptoed over.

The next moment, a pair of warm lips pressed against his.

Song Zhili didn't stay for long. He just gave her a light kiss and left immediately.

"How is it, my Lord? What do you think? Are you happy?"

A strange look flashed across Yu Qianlin's eyes. After staring at the other person's lips for a moment, he reached out and held the person in his arms.

"That's not the way to please me."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed her.

Song Zhili tried hard to respond to the other's kiss. The kiss lasted for an unknown amount of time. In the end, his neck was so sore that he couldn't move it anymore, so he cried out in discomfort.

"Master... my neck, my neck is going to break!"

Yu Qianlin let him go at the right time and kindly helped him straighten his head.

"What did you call me just now?"

Song Zhili blurted out: "Master."

"When did I become your master?"

“…Uh, this…”

Yu Qianlin said: "We must have known each other for a long time."

Song Zhili couldn't help but widen his eyes and asked, "Do you remember?"

"No, it's just that your body and your lips feel like I've touched them countless times before."

Song Zhili thought to himself: Nonsense, you have slept with me countless times. If there is really no physical familiarity between us, do you think I would be impatient?

He raised his arm to show the mark on his wrist, and then asked, "Are you familiar with it?"

When it comes to the lotus mark, perhaps no one is more familiar with it than Yu Qianlin.

This kind of thing will only appear on a person's body when he voluntarily gives his spiritual power to others.

Yu Qianlin grabbed his wrist, frowned and said, "Who are you? Why can't I remember anything?"

Song Zhili said: "Master, it was you who shamelessly said that you liked me before. I am your Ah Li."

He put his arm around her waist and said in a hoarse voice, "But it doesn't matter. I just remember you. Now it's my turn to pursue you relentlessly."

Yu Qianlin let the other party hug him for a long time before pushing him away.

"No matter what our relationship was before, I don't remember you now, and you'd better be careful and don't play with fire and get burned."

After saying that, he left the main hall.

But Song Zhili shouted from behind: "I'm already like this, why should I be careful? I'm playing with fire!"

In this way, Song Zhili followed Yu Qianlin for two months before finally getting what he wanted.

He hooked his arm around the man's neck and smiled seductively, "Master, I like you. Be my wife."

Yu Qianlin asked back: "Speak clearly, who is whose wife?"

Song Zhili said again firmly: "You are my wife, and I am your husband."

"I disagree."

"Why don't you agree? You said before that you want to be a woman."

Yu Qianlin frowned and said, "That's because I lost part of my soul consciousness before, so you took advantage of me."

Song Zhili rubbed his forehead. Oh my God, how could he have forgotten that Yu Qianlin is now a fusion of Yu and Zhe Yu.

"Then I don't care. This is what you promised me before."

"When?"

"It was when the ghost bride laughed at you for not being able to find your groom and I spent our wedding night with you."

Yu Qianlin bit his tongue directly, "That was an illusion, it's not real."

Song Zhili's expression suddenly darkened. He let go of the man's neck and said, "Yu Qianlin, you'd better remember what you said today."

After saying that, he was about to turn around and leave, but was grabbed by the waist by the person behind him.

"What do you want to do?"

Yu Qianlin said: "My memory of that night is a little unclear, why don't we go there again tonight to reminisce?"

Song Zhili widened his eyes and said, "I don't agree!"

"It's not up to you."

That night, Yu Qianlin asked the other party to recall everything that happened to them in the illusion.

After making the woman cry, he still asked her in a servile manner: "Tell me again, who is the wife and who is the husband."

Although Song Zhili couldn't stand the torture from the other party, this was the only straight man's bottom line he had now, and he certainly couldn't just give in and compromise.

He could only cry and say stubbornly: "You are my wife, even if you kill me today, you are still my wife!"

……

(End of the article)