Chapter 219 How Could the Master Be Wrong?

In the evening, when Sang Qing was giving Shi Ying psychiatric treatment, her eyes fell on the fluffy tail wrapped around her ankles.

As if it had noticed Sang Qing's gaze, the tail let go of Sang Qing's ankle, stretched out to Sang Qing's hand, and rubbed it gently.

Sang Qing turned his head to look at Shi Ying, and met the eagerness in Shi Ying's beast's eyes, and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

With a turn of his wrist, he grabbed Shi Ying's tail, and with his other hand, he pulled the tail upwards against the hair, pulling Shi Ying's entire tail until it exploded.

“Hmm!”

An indescribable feeling of stimulation spread throughout his body. Shi Ying's back arched and all the hair on his body stood up and became fluffy.

An uncontrollable growl escaped from his mouth, his beastly eyes turned, lust was about to burst out.

"Ah, evening..."

As Sang Qing moved, Shi Ying's body became more tense and trembled slightly.

The words were spoken with heavy breathing.

Seeing that it was almost time, Sang Qing stood up and was about to run, but was heavily pressed down to the carpet by a big hand.

The spiritual thread that she hadn't been able to pull out was swept up by the waves, entangled and trapped, and dragged her down into the depths of the clouds.

"Shi Ying, don't, I was wrong..."

...

As soon as he said this, his body was shaking uncontrollably.

"How could the master be wrong?"

Shi Ying's voice was hoarse and charming, and her warm tongue licked Sang Qing's neck.

Oh no, that’s too much.

Sang Qing cried.

Shi Ying was no longer pretentious, but was so bold and presumptuous that he didn't even listen to her.

He raised her hands above her head, and her breathing was seductive.

"Master~"

"I'm yours."

"You can touch me however you want, but you have to be responsible."

Ahhhh!

Shi Ying, this witch!

She shouldn't be so mean.

But this guy knew that she couldn't refuse his beast form, so he turned into a normal-sized black panther and stayed in her bed.

He licked her shoulder again and again, rubbing his head against her sensitive skin intentionally or unintentionally, and his animal ears fluttered like butterfly wings.

Sang Qing couldn't resist the temptation, so he gritted his teeth and pressed Shi Ying into his arms.

Shi Ying nestled in Sang Qing's arms, and could feel her skin as delicate as snow even through her hair. A faint fragrance lingered at the tip of her nose, sweet and peaceful.

"Owner……"

"Shut up!"

…

When Shi Ying woke up, Sang Qing also woke up.

Still a little sleepy, Sang Qing held Shi Ying's hand and said, "Sleep a little longer."

She knew Shi Ying was going to get up to clean the room and make breakfast for her.

Shi Ying is actually very hard-working.

He has to go to work, earn money, and take good care of her.

She doesn't need anyone to take care of her. She can afford a servant and she knows everything.

But if there really is such a person, it wouldn’t be bad.

"Aren't you tired from staying up so late last night?"

She must be tired. She felt tired even without much effort.

Sang Qing hugged Shi Ying's waist, released the spiritual thread that had just recovered, and followed the contact surface into Shi Ying's spiritual sea.

The soft whispers were like a cat's meow, successfully hindering all of Shi Ying's movements.

The soft body pressed tightly against me, and a light and comfortable feeling spread from my spiritual sea to my whole body.

He could even feel the lazy breath of Sang Qing's spiritual thread, gently wrapped around his spiritual thread, motionless.

He did not control the spiritual thread to entangle it, not wanting to break the tranquility of the moment.

Otherwise, the little Bodhisattva will get angry and bite him again.

Looking down at the little Bodhisattva who was about to fall asleep, her long eyelashes closed like a small fan, casting a light shadow.

My heart seems to be filled with something.

I just want time to stop at this moment, forever.

There is no one else but each other.

He liked every morning when he woke up to see the little Bodhisattva, and liked her nestling lazily in his arms.

Even if she didn't say anything, she would feel satisfied.

In fact, the little Bodhisattva had never really been angry with him. Every morning when he woke up, he was very well behaved.

He placed a light kiss on Sang Qing's hair, closed his eyes, and was willing to stay with her even though he was not sleepy.

…

Shi Ying sent Sang Qing to the shelter.

He turned his head to look at Sang Qing who was sleeping in front of the computer next to him, and his eyes softened in an instant.

It seems that I was really tired last night.

But he still pushed her gently and helped her unbuckle her seat belt: "We're here."

Sang Qing shook his dizzy head, leaned over and kissed Shi Ying on the face, "I'll walk over by myself. It's a bit late. You should hurry to the barracks."

After saying that, he got out of the car.

Shi Ying's fingertips brushed over the place where she had been kissed, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

At the door, Zhuang Yifan greeted Sang Qing with a gentle smile, "Good morning, Healer!"

"Good morning." Sang Qing nodded in reply, and subconsciously asked, "What is the Lizard Team doing at this hour?"

Zhuang Yifan guessed Sang Qing wanted to ask Kun Xi, so he smiled and said, "Morning exercises at the training ground, but Captain Kun Xi was not feeling well and did not participate."

Sang Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

That’s right, Shi Ying must have hit her hard, and Kun Xi would probably have to stay in bed to rest, which would save her from embarrassment.

Sang Qing told Admiral Curry about his plan to go out with Shi Ying tomorrow.

Admiral Curry had no objection and only jokingly said, "Others are eager to sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labor, but you just want to run out every day."

In the afternoon, Jun Chenli came to the shelter.

"I heard you're going to the front lines with District 3?"

Sang Qing had just come out of the next building, holding a piece of printed paper. She stopped two meters away from Jun Chenli, said "hmm" lightly, and looked at him intently, "You came to me for treatment?"

Counting the days, it has been almost a week since my last psychiatric treatment.

She is going on a mission with Shi Ying, which will probably take about a week.

A gust of wind blew, and the two printed papers on the surface fell to the ground.

Jun Chenli was about to help, but as he took a step closer, Sang Qing had already bent down to pick it up.

Jun Chenli raised his eyebrows and stood next to Sang Qing, helping her block the wind while cleverly getting closer.

He was so close that if Sang Qing stood up and turned her head slightly, he could kiss her.

Unfortunately, Sang Qing was alert enough and pushed the two of them apart with one palm.

Jun Chenli tilted his head and smiled helplessly, "You really won't give me any chance?"

"Why should I give it?" Sang Qing asked back.

She has no intention of being with him, isn't that clear?

Jun Chenli was silent for a moment, and then laughed heartily.

"Qingqing, do you want to come with me to check our compatibility? I heard that couples with high compatibility will be happier as a couple."

Sang Qing's face was full of black lines.

After the truth was revealed, Jun Chenli seemed to let himself go, and his smile had a kind of unbridled wildness.

It's the feeling that only comes from someone who has worked their way through the ranks of a low-level military camp. It blends skillfully with Jun Chenli's noble temperament, and happens to fit right in.

"Marshal, don't waste your time on me."

"If you want me to provide you with psychiatric treatment, you can. Forget about anything else."

Sang Qing said this coldly, holding the printed paper, walked past him and left.

How heartless.

Not dragging your feet at all.

In the end, Jun Chenli had no choice but to settle for the second best and receive psychiatric treatment first.

Because of the contact, he could clearly distinguish the very strong and unique masculine scent on Sang Qing.

The other scattered orc auras are very faint, only this one is deep and single, symbolizing ownership.

(End of this chapter)