After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

Mo Zheng's eyelashes trembled because of Li Fuyi's words, casting subtle shadows on his eyes.

His Adam's apple was sliding up and down unconsciously, revealing his uneasiness and nervousness.

Li Fuyi's eyes were fixed on every subtle reaction of Mo Zheng, and the suppressed emotions in her eyes seemed to be about to burst out at any time.

He raised his hand and groped behind his hair crown, pulling it casually.

The purple headband that Mo Zheng had tied for him on the day he became his apprentice fell off his hair.

The moment one end of the headband floated and meandered on the water, it was wetted by the hot spring water, and its color became darker, like a trace of ink slowly spreading in the water.

Listening to Mo Zheng's increasingly rapid breathing, Li Fuyi felt that jealousy and anger were like a ferocious beast, roaring in her chest.

And the broken lips touched the sensitive nerves deep in my heart.

He held Mo Zheng tightly in his arms, and with trembling hands, he clumsily wrapped the hairband around Mo Zheng's head, again and again... delicately and carefully.

The purple headbands were like gentle chains, completely covering Mo Zheng's gentle features.

Originally, Mo Zheng could still feel the blush brought by the warm candlelight through his closed eyelids.

But as the headband wrapped around his eyes, the world fell into complete darkness.

This sudden darkness brings the unknown, and the unknown triggers inner tension and fear.

He felt his chest rising and falling with his rapid breathing, and his ears were filled with the sound of his own breathing and heartbeat, like thunder and drums.

He was so flustered that he forgot that he was also an immortal king and could try to use his immortal power to break through the blockade.

The body reacted instinctively and uncontrollably, filled with tension and fear, and every cell was clamoring to break free and escape.

But he didn't know that all this was like adding fuel to the fire in Li Fuyi's eyes.

The jealousy in his eyes burned even more fiercely, almost swallowing up his remaining rationality.

Li Fuyi tried her best to control herself from going crazy, repeating to herself countless times in her heart, "Don't hurt him! Don't hurt him!"

Although Li Fuyi's arms made it difficult for him to breathe, he was not completely controlled by his emotions, "Master, Master... Master... What should I do with you... What should I do..."

With the last bit of his rationality, he reached out and pulled off Mo Zheng's hairband.

This time, his hands no longer trembled, but he was eager to tie Mo Zheng's hands.

He was so anxious that he even tied a strand of his hair into it.

After doing all this, Li Fuyi was sweating profusely, and seemed to have reached his limit.

Two heavy breathing sounds intertwined in the entire Tangquan Pavilion, and two hearts beating rapidly in the chest suddenly became one.

"Mmm!!! Mmm!" Mo Zheng finally made an ambiguous sound from his throat, which ignited the fire deep in Li Fuyi's heart and accelerated his downfall.

The thread that had been holding Li Fuyi's last bit of sanity finally broke.

He no longer hesitated. He lifted the back of Mo Zheng's head with his fingers and pressed his lips hard against it, suppressing the whimper.

The collision was quick and violent, even with a hint of roughness, causing Mo Zheng's already injured lips to go numb instantly.

What followed was Li Fuyi's kiss that was almost biting and crushing.

The strong sucking, reckless and immature, attacked Mo Zheng without reservation.

The tip of the tongue penetrated forcefully, easily passing through the swollen lips, prying open the teeth, and going straight in.

It was more like an attack than a kiss, so domineering that it made Mo Zheng dizzy and forced him to retreat step by step.

Li Fuyi didn't want to control, nor could he control his own insolence.

At this moment, he threw all the rules and regulations that had constrained his behavior in the past behind him.

He let the kiss become more and more intense, deeper and deeper, until Mo Zheng felt that he could hardly breathe.

Mo Zheng felt his whole body limp and powerless, almost sliding to the bottom of the pool. He was barely supported by Li Fuyi's arms that were tightly locked around his waist.

He could even feel the slight ripples in the hot spring water as they moved.

One of his shoes had long since disappeared, and no one knew where it had gone...

When Li Fuyi was finally willing to end this long kiss, he reluctantly pulled their lips apart, and a few thin silver threads emerged, sparkling with crystal light in the candlelight.

She gently lifted Mo Zheng's chin and used her thumb to gently wipe away the saliva with a faint red color that overflowed from the corner of his lips.

Gently stroking the crack on Mo Zheng's lips.

He smiled, a smile that blossomed so freely, it was relaxed, comfortable, and even had a hint of undisguised selfishness.

I cast aside all my worries and rules and finally did what I had rehearsed countless times in my dreams.

His mind suddenly became clear, as if his mind was extremely clear, as if all doubts and constraints disappeared at this moment!

He even felt that the bottleneck that had been stuck for a long time was showing signs of loosening...

She gently untied the hairband that bound Mo Zheng's hands, and looked at his wrists that were red from being tied, feeling heartache.

He gently rubbed the red mark on his wrist with his fingers, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Somewhere in my body was clamoring, a primitive impulse crying out for more.

But he no longer let this impulse control him.

She gently let Mo Zheng's head rest on her shoulder, with her chin resting lightly on the top of his head.

A hand gently patted Mo Zheng's back, again and again, patiently helping him to calm his disordered breathing.

When Mo Zheng's breathing finally calmed down, Li Fuyi spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Master, I..." His voice trembled slightly, revealing his inner excitement and anxiety, "Master...you are mine."

He paused and took a deep breath.

Trying to calm herself down: "I know this isn't right... but when I saw Liu Yaoyao flirting with you like that, I couldn't control myself..."

Li Fuyi's fingers gently stroked Mo Zheng's cheek, his actions full of cherishment and tenderness.

"I originally thought I could keep it in my heart forever."

There was a hint of helplessness and bitterness in his words, but then he became determined, "But I think I can't do it."

"Master, I want you!"

"I love you! I miss you! I think of you! I crave you!"

Emotions are like a flood that breaks through a dam and cannot be controlled.

As soon as the words were spoken, they surged with terrifying force: "I will fight you to the death!"

"Even if I turn to ashes, even if my sister blames me, I still want you!"

Every word is as engraved in my heart as a vow.

The more he spoke, the smoother his flow became, the more confident he became, and the more terrifying the light in his eyes became...

Mo Zheng was so shocked by this sudden confession that he couldn't react. The amount of information was so great that his brain seemed to have crashed.

Li Fuyi lifted his chin, as if it were a treasure, and pressed her lips against his again.

But this time, he just touched it lightly and tasted it briefly. Looking at the silver thread pulled out again, he felt extremely happy.

He raised his hand and gently smoothed Mo Zheng's chest, smiling: "Master, don't worry, leave everything to me."

"You are right. A Taoist couple is someone who stays together for life, relying on each other and never separated."

"I will definitely be with you openly. Until then, wait for me..."

After saying that, he swung out a stream of immortal power from the fingers behind him and penetrated into Mo Zheng's head.

She stroked the face of Mo Zheng, who had actually fainted, and caressed his lips, muttering to herself:

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember, wait for me..."