Writing a thesis in the world of cultivating immortals

Fusu closed his eyes, recalling in his mind the routine of the domineering CEO falling in love with my novel that Qu Xiujie had shown him before.

If he is really gay according to Wei Jie, he should like a routine.

Fusu swore secretly that as Wei Jie's master and 'father', he must clearly know the sexual orientation of his protagonist, a good harem is waiting in front, and he can't just turn the corner.

Ideas flashed through his mind, and Fusu rubbed his hands eagerly.

Needless to say, he was really looking forward to it...

When Fusu packed up and returned to the inner room, Wei Jie was still in the original posture, sitting obediently on the edge of the bed, and he had been staring at the door closely, so when he just stepped into the door, the two of them met eyes.

Fusu had just taken a bath, his body was a little steamy, his wet black hair was loosely draped behind him, he was wearing red obscene clothes, and the red mark between his eyebrows was stained with water vapor, which made him even more exquisitely carved and graceful, Mr. Shijia .

Wei Jie sat there quietly, he looked at Fusu, swallowed impatiently, his ears were blushing.

Fusu:...

The protagonist, Wei Jie, as a man who has eight times in one night and has confidante all over the world, are you sure you want to blush at this time? ?

Fusu coughed lightly, walked to the bedside and smiled at him, saying, "Still resting?"

Fusu looked at Wei Jie, and waited for his words. Unexpectedly, Wei Jie came over suddenly, looked down at him, and said in a muffled voice, "The hair is still wet, and you will get sick."

After finishing speaking, he gently put his hands on the wet hair, and after that, a wave of warmth came over him.

As the male protagonist, Wei Jie is eight feet tall, tall and mighty, with the charm of an adult man.

Fusu has never liked sports, and he just eats and drinks on Tanzhu Mountain. Compared with Wei Jie, he is a size smaller.

Wei Jie was originally standing in front of Fusu, but at this moment he raised his hand to rest on his hair, the distance between the two was very close, as if they were embracing each other.

Wei Jie's regular heartbeat could be heard in his ears, and his breath lingered at the tip of his nose, Fusu was embarrassed for no reason, and he stood a little helpless.

Wei Jie warmed and dried his hair for him, and when he lowered his head slightly, he saw Fusu who was quietly embraced by him. He lowered his head, his eyelashes stained with water vapor were flickering, his thin lips were flushed, and his cheeks were flushed because of the heat. With crimson, he just clung to him quietly, defenseless and nostalgic.

"Ah.."

A shallow laughter came from next to his ear, Fusu followed the sound suspiciously, and saw Wei Jie lowered his head slightly, looking at him with pity in his eyes, the distance between the two was very close, and he could clearly feel the The other party's breath, the warm breath fell on Fusu's forehead, and he shook slightly uncomfortably.

Hurting in his mind, Fusu forgot what he was going to do. He looked at Wei Jie, and suddenly blurted out the words he had prepared in his mind:

"You annoying little goblin"

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In romance novels, usually when the male protagonist says such things, the female protagonist will either shyly throw herself into the male protagonist's arms, or turn shame into anger.

But no one has ever said that besides shyness and reproach, there is also endless silence.

After Fusu said those words, the surrounding air seemed to be still. Wei Jie didn't react in any way he imagined. He looked at him with those deep eyes, as if asking why he didn't take medicine.

"What do you think of this sentence?" Fu Su looked away and asked dryly.

I don't know from time to time his illusion, he felt his body shake slightly after he finished speaking.

"What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.

Wei Jie looked at him with no expression on his face, and said in a low voice: "Who is the master going to tell?"

Fu Su was startled, and he smiled lightly as if he didn't care, "It's nothing, just talk casually."

After he finished speaking, he went to the bed, and as soon as he lifted the quilt, he heard Wei Jie say: "In the past ten years, is there anyone you like, Master?"

the person I like?

Fusu put down the quilt in his hand, looked at Wei Jie suspiciously, and seeing his serious face, he said: "No."

"Master never liked anyone?"

I don't know from time to time, Fu Su faintly felt that Wei Jie's tone was lighter when he said this, but the expression on his face didn't change at all, making it impossible to explore.

Although I don't know why the topic suddenly became like this, Fu Su was very fortunate that he happened to be able to see Wei Jie's thoughts.

Fusu sat in front of the table, propped his chin with one hand, and gently clasped the other hand on the table. .

"The apprentice has grown up now. There are so many young and beautiful fairies in the Holy Spirit Continent. Do you have a favorite? If so, the master will be your matchmaker."

After finishing speaking, he blinked his peach blossom eyes and looked at Wei Jie curiously.

"Have"

Looking at Fusu, Wei Jie suddenly said in a deep voice.

Fu Su paused for a moment, then said again: "You...you like her very much?"

Wei Jie looked at him, his calm eyes were full of firmness.

Fusu suddenly became a little unhappy, and his movements of clasping the table gradually became more serious, and he began to regret talking about this topic.

"Love for ten years... this life will never change"

Wei Jie said slowly, maybe he thought of someone, and the expression on his face gradually softened.

Fu Su withdrew his hand, and said in a sullen voice, "I don't know which fairy is it that can be so loved by Immortal Master Xuan Qi."

Fusu looked at Wei Jie, feeling inexplicably sour in his heart, looking at the tenderness in Wei Jie's eyes, he only felt that it was the ugliest thing in the world.

"he.."

Wei Jie looked at Fusu with a solemn expression, and there was undisguised love in his deep voice.

"He loves to laugh...he loves to drink, and loves to tease others. He likes to carry a pot of aged wine in the spring, lie on the peach tree and drink, and sleep on the spot when he is sleepy. For Jinghong..."

Wei Jie stood upright and quietly, and said slowly in a deep voice, those words blurted out as if he had thought about it countless times.The dim candle flame flickered in the dark night, and the surrounding was very silent, only his low voice.

Fusu sat in front of the table, his slender fingers were slightly bent, his eyes were narrowed, and his expression could not be seen clearly in the dark room.

The two of them just stood there quietly, only the wind outside the house creaked the casement, which broke the situation.

"It's getting late, you should go back and rest earlier."

Fusu looked at Wei Jie, opened his thin lips lightly, and said softly in a slightly dry voice.

Wei Jie looked at Fusu, seeing that his gaze was obviously avoiding, his body paused almost invisibly.

"Um"

.......

When the sound of Wei Jie's footsteps disappeared into the night, Fusu slowly raised his eyes.

At this time, the casement had been completely blown open, and the cold wind poured in, bringing a slight chill.

Fu Su got up and went to the window, closed the casement, then walked back to the bed.

The dim candle was extinguished suddenly, and the black smoke swirled and disappeared. In the room, a person sat quietly on the edge of the bed. After a long time, the person slowly raised his hand and gently stroked his chest...

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In the early morning of the next day, the weather was just a little hazy, and there was a sudden knock on the door, followed by Nangong Zui's energetic voice:

"Fusu! Fusu! Get up~"

Nangong Zui was leaning on the wooden door, the cat was trying to look inside through the crack of the door, but before he could look carefully, the door opened suddenly, and he fell forward if he didn't guard against it.

Fusu took a step aside in disgust, then kindly grabbed Nangong Zui's clothes, yawned lazily, and said casually: "What's the matter?"

Nangong Zui stood up straight, glared at him angrily, straightened his clothes, and said, "Isn't it because of those medicines, if it weren't for your insistence on going down the mountain, would we have caused such troubles?"

Fusu leaned against the edge of the door, glanced at him out of the corner of his eye: "So?"

Nangong Zui smiled, leaned forward and said, "Of course you go with me, it's boring to be alone... Besides, although those medicines haven't been finished yet, there's nothing wrong with them, so it won't take much effort."

Fusu looked at the hazy sky outside the door, and said without thinking, "No."

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Nangong Zui frowned instantly. He blocked his head from Fusu's master, and said dissatisfiedly, "You have nothing to do, what's wrong with going with me?"

Fusu looked at his flushed face and said with a smile, "Because of the door sealer?"

Nangong was drunk and choked, watching Fusu faltering and not speaking.

Seeing this, Fusu sighed helplessly, and said, "Okay, okay, it's okay to be you."

Hearing this, Nangong Zui made a gesture of being happy and was about to jump on him, Fusu quickly reached out his hand to block him and took a step back in disgust, Nangong Zui didn't make a fuss, and looked at him happily.

Fusu was about to go back to the house, but Nangong Zui saw him frowning suddenly, biting his lower lip with his teeth, showing doubts.

Fu Su raised his eyebrows and asked, "What?"

Nangong Zui scratched his head, and said a little puzzled, "Did the red mark on your forehead fade a bit?"

After finishing speaking, I shook my head: "I must have remembered it wrong, how could the birthmark fade away... I'll go to Xiuzhu first~ You pack it up and come here~"

Nangong Zui spoke happily and left, what he didn't notice was the flicker of shock on Fusu's face who was standing there.

Fusu stood at the door, and the morning breeze blew, bringing the scent of grass on both sides, and the clothes were fluttering.

He walked back to the cold room, sat down directly in front of the dressing table, then slowly raised his hand to gently cover the red mark on his forehead, his eyes narrowed slightly.

In an instant, my mind turns a thousand times...

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