Yin Er had never done anything like that. As assassins, they were merely tools, never given the opportunity to sacrifice themselves. He had only inquired about romantic affairs during training out of necessity. He knew nothing of the specifics of what happened or what it felt like.

This made his skills very clumsy and unskilled.

The pleasure and skill a lover brings when doing this for you have little to do with the experience itself.

Long Xun's expression tightened instantly. The blackness he had faked in his hair and eyes seemed to be washed in water, slowly returning to its original color.

A flame flickered within his dark golden vertical pupils, making his cold eyes and face appear vivid and alive, softening and dissipating his usually intimidating aura. The blush on his cheeks, his slightly parted lips, and the muffled groans and slightly heavier breathing that escaped his lips were captivating and mesmerizing, leaving one unable to resist.

Yin Er glanced up casually and was immediately mesmerized.

However, Long Xun was not blinded by anger. After the initial shock, he came to his senses and grabbed Yin Er, both surprised and angry. He remembered that he couldn't get angry at his lover, lest his lover, who didn't know anything yet, would harbor resentment towards him.

So, while pulling Yin Er to stop him from bending down to continue what he hadn't finished, he made sure his tone was no different from usual before slowly asking, "Yin Er, what are you doing?"

A hint of sadness flickered in Yin Er's beautiful, star-like black eyes. His expression remained wooden as he simply said, "Since you already know about human affairs, I will not presume to presume upon your abilities."

Long Xun was momentarily bewildered, but after reviewing the plot and the original owner's memories, he finally understood the meaning behind Yin Er's words.

In this world, powerful and influential people would assign maids to their sons around the age of fourteen to teach them about human affairs.

In other words... Yin Er felt that Ryu had reached puberty and was beginning to have vague thoughts about that kind of thing, but he didn't really know how to do it, so he could only hug, kiss, and touch without any real action.

Yin Er is the only boy currently following Long Xun. He thought that if his master didn't mind, he could teach his master about that matter and relieve his desires.

but……

Yin Er's eyelids were lowered, and he was still kneeling upright on the bed. He thought he was still calm, but in fact his back was trembling uncontrollably, and his long eyelashes were trembling incessantly, like the gently fluttering wings of a resting butterfly.

However, it seems the owner is not really willing to have anything happen between them.

An indescribable sense of shame made him almost want to cover his face and run away, while Yin Er couldn't help but want to look up and see how his master viewed him now...

He was stronger and more powerful than any man, and his appearance was as grotesque and angular as a man's, yet he was also incredibly ugly. He even dared to covet such a noble person as his master and took the initiative to climb into his bed... Anyone who knew about such a shameless boy would despise him and want him drowned in a pig cage.

The owner probably thinks so too.

They are shameless, lack self-respect, and are unaware of their own worth.

How could he suddenly become so confused... captivated by the tenderness his master showed when kissing him?

The master couldn't see his face at that time, so he didn't know if he was thinking about someone else... It couldn't be that he really wanted to do something with him.

A jumble of thoughts surged through his mind, and Yin Er felt dizzy. His vision gradually blurred with mist, and sounds seemed to fade into the distance. Subconsciously, he refused to hear the words of reproach that his important master might say.

Long Xun was furious. He never expected that after being upright for several lifetimes, he would now be treated like a brainwashed idiot, and that Yin Er would actually think of warming his bed?!

Okay, Long Xun does miss the blissful life of making love with his lover, but that doesn't mean he wants his lover's first time to happen in this not-so-pleasant present!

However... before his anger could truly ferment in his heart, Yin Er's respectful and loyal posture with his head bowed made Long Xun instantly shut up, and all his anger disappeared.

Is getting angry useful? He doesn't understand.

Long Xun quietly looked at the kneeling youth before him. The youth's bare upper body still bore some ambiguous red marks and wet stains, which shimmered slightly against his taut muscles, making him appear exceptionally alluring. He lowered his head, obedient like a little wife, and his willingness to do that thing just now showed his attitude towards the matter.

To be able to tolerate such a submissive attitude from one's lover is the mark of a saint.

In his dark golden eyes, the vertical pupils contracted slightly, and a few embers that had not yet been extinguished flickered within them.

Long Xun placed his hands on Yin Er's lean waist, his hands involuntarily caressing and lingering between Yin Er's incredibly soft waist and spine. He leaned forward and whispered in Yin Er's ear, "Yin Er, you won't regret it?"

No regrets?!

Master, what... what does this mean?!

His hands, which had been hanging by his sides, suddenly clenched. Yin Er's eyes widened slightly in disbelief, and a tear that had been held back for a long time spilled out of his eye and landed on the bed, soaking it without splashing a drop.

His heart was overwhelmed with ecstasy, but he heard his own calm voice slowly reply: "Yin Er has no regrets."

"I can never let you go again, nor will I allow you to leave. Even if you find out later that your heart is not with me."

"I will never regret hiding my identity."

"This is your last chance. If you say you regret it, I will let you go. Tonight, let's pretend nothing happened."

Yin Er lay on the bed, his raven-feather-like hair scattered across the bed. He squinted slightly as he looked at his master, whom he had once tried to push away, kneeling between his legs. His handsome, seemingly glowing, cold face was covered with a bead of sweat from his suppressed emotions.

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