The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Sheng Qingye is a little taller than Tang Yixin. Although he has a slender figure, he is still heavy.

Being pressed down so firmly, Tang Yixin felt that the person on him was so heavy!

He never thought that one day he would take the initiative to press Sheng Qingye on himself.

Even if he pulled it down accidentally.

He didn't dare move anymore, as an unconscious person could easily get hurt if he moved around.

Because they were so close, Tang Yixin felt the icy chill penetrating him, as if he was holding a large ice cube, with the elegant fragrance of a young man.

Sheng Qingye was really frozen. This was not the temperature a normal person should feel. If it continued like this, Sheng Qingye might really die.

Tang Yixien no longer had time to care about too much. He began to mobilize all the spiritual power in his body and use his body temperature to warm the person on his body.

He couldn't think of any other solution for the time being.

He was the only one who was warm in the whole room, and he couldn't just watch his apprentice freeze to death in front of him.

"Sheng Qingye..."

A clear and mellow voice came to Sheng Qingye's ears, which seemed to touch all his thoughts and bring him back from the deep darkness.

Then his senses began to gradually recover, and he felt a tingling in his hands, which was his meridians recovering.

He felt as if something was pressing on him, something soft and fragrant. The smell was very familiar, he recalled it vaguely.

It is the fragrance of Master’s magnolia.

Is it Master?!

The one pressing down on me is my Master!!

Sheng Qingye's heart trembled, and he felt his blood boiling.

Really?

Still dreaming?

"Sheng Qingye, you can't sleep anymore." The familiar master's voice came to his ears again.

Tang Yixien grabbed Sheng Qingye's shoulders with both hands and slowly woke him up.

Sheng Qingye shook his head slightly, and in his drowsiness, his hand slowly stroked the waist of the person under him. He didn't care whether he was dreaming or not.

Anyway, he is the Master.

"Well...you are pressing on me, don't move." The master's soft voice came to my ears again, and I could even feel his breathing.

This feeling was so real that Sheng Qingye felt his body getting hotter and hotter, and his heart was beating faster and faster.

But his head still hurt. He slowly opened his eyes in a daze, and saw his master's handsome profile and soft black hair.

This dream is too real.

His master was right beneath him.

"Sheng Qingye, are you awake?" Tang Yixin only felt that the person in his arms seemed to move a little, and he clearly felt that Sheng Qingye was not as cold anymore.

Then he felt his waist belt being ripped open.

...........

Tang Yixien's eyes suddenly became stern, and the alarm bells in his heart rang again. He almost forgot that the person on his body was a wolf cub.

He is a person who is always ready to betray his teacher and ancestors and commit crimes against his superiors.

Sheng Qingye finally woke up.

"Sheng Qingye! Let me go, are you crazy?!"

Tang Yixien said coldly, trying to push the person away.

Tang Yixien seemed unaware of what he had awakened.

But if you don’t wake me up, it won’t work.

Feeling his waist being firmly restrained, Tang Yixian whispered,

"Sheng Qingye, I should let you freeze to death here."

Sheng Qingye was in a daze at the moment and was just doing what he wanted to do.

When he woke up, his master was right under him, something he had never dared to imagine.

Then he propped himself up with his hands and looked at his master beneath him. He was still a little dizzy, and because it was too cold, his eyes were covered with a layer of white mist.

But the scorching wildness in his eyes could not be hidden.

The unstoppable desire to possess makes people feel that there is no escape from the fate.

He looked at his master in a daze with a forbearing and panicked expression, and he would not let him go.

He would never let go of this person.

As long as he could kiss his master, he would be his. This was what he had always thought.

Tang Yixuan finally realized that the wolf cub wanted to kiss him again. When the boy closed his handsome eyes and kissed him, he immediately covered his lips with his hands.

This time, Sheng Qingye's lips felt soft and had the scent of magnolia. He finally kissed him.

He had never kissed anyone before, didn't know how to kiss, or what it felt like.

He only felt the tips of his ears were red and swollen, and his blood was rushing violently.

Perhaps he was too excited, he felt even more dizzy, and then he fell asleep.

Tang Yixin felt Sheng Qingye touch his hand lightly, and then there was no movement.

He looked at the person lying in his arms. Her eyes were closed, her complexion looked much better, and there was even a faint blush on her cheeks. The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and her nose was high and straight. It must be said that her profile was really beautiful.

What is he looking at?

Tang Yixien finally reacted. He touched Sheng Qingye's forehead with his hand and found that his body temperature had finally returned to normal.

He quickly untied the chain around his waist, adjusted his waist belt, and then helped Sheng Qingye up and leaned him against the wall.

It seems that this disciple was rescued, he almost lost himself.

He looked at the two people next to him at this moment, both of whom were still semi-conscious.

This low temperature can easily make people fall into a sleepy state.

The two of them are in similar physical conditions at the moment, and Tang Yixien reached out to hug Xuan Yuran without hesitation.

Xiao Xuanwu is really thin. Tang Yixin’s first feeling was that he was a little uncomfortable.

He never knew that this child was so thin, his waist was even thinner than Sheng Qingye's.

It seems that he should remind Xuanwu to eat more.

He learned his lesson this time. He held the person in his arms while he sat down, and put Xuan Yuran's head on his shoulder.

Xuan Yuran's body was also cold. When he was held like this, his eyelashes flickered slightly, but he did not wake up.

After holding the person, Tang Yixien began to circulate his spiritual power again.

"Master...my..." Xuan Yuran murmured something.

Tang Yixien heard the whispers of the person in his arms, but he couldn't make out what was said.

Tang Yixian turned his head slightly, and beside Xuan Yuran's forehead, he called out softly, "Little Xuanwu..."

Xuan Yuran just moved slightly, like a kitten, as if feeling the warmth, and moved closer to Tang Yixien, even nuzzling his head against Tang Yixien's neck.

So warm.

Xuan Yuran felt a soft, sweet warmth coming from beside him.

The soft and sweet touch on my lips is just like the glutinous rice cakes my mother used to make when I was a child.

He just wanted to get closer and take a bite.

In a daze, he felt that the fragrance of the glutinous rice cake was so familiar, it was his favorite taste.

He tried hard to recall the smell, which made his heart beat violently.

It’s the scent of Master, that self-respecting, cool, and gentle person.

And the one he wants most.

Tang Yixian noticed that Xuan Yu was agitated, but he did not wake up. He felt a little anxious and asked softly,

"Xiao Xuanwu...are you still cold?"

Xuan Yuran's senses gradually recovered. Someone was holding him. From the voice, it was his master.