"Master, you are drunk. Let me help you go in and rest." Rong Jin was struggling to get up, but there was a part of his body that was out of control, and he was a little scared at the moment.

The most important thing is that he was lying on his back on the sofa, and one of Yan Muhuai's legs was placed between his legs. If he stood up, that place would definitely touch Yan Muhuai's leg.

And at this critical moment, Yan Muhuai still wanted to move forward and whisper in Rong Jin's ear that he was not drunk.

It seems that speaking closer would make it more convincing.

Rong Jin quickly shrank back, the distance between them widened, and his chin, which was pinched by Yan Muhuai, broke free, so that Yan Muhuai lost his support and fell on his chest again.

"I'm not drunk. Let you continue." Yan Muhuai rested his forehead on Rong Jin's chest. His heartbeat was very clear, which made him feel that he was very close to Rong Jin, so he spoke eagerly to prove that he was not drunk.

How could he be drunk after just one drink?

His limbs were a little out of control and his movements were a little slow, but his mind was still clear.

While his legs were putting some distance between him and Yan Muhuai, Rong Jin quickly moved the leg that was stuck on the sofa around Yan Muhuai, put both legs under the sofa, and then put them together.

The process was a bit difficult, but he was reluctant to push Yan Muhuai away.

"Then I'll tell you the truth, Master, please don't be angry." Rong Jin had already confirmed that Yan Muhuai was drunk, otherwise he wouldn't be like a child, holding on to a question.

Moreover, it is a question that does not need to be asked at all, the answer is already obvious.

"Speak." Yan Muhuai raised his head and crawled forward a little, facing Rong Jin.

Seeing his master's face right in front of him, Rong Jin felt that his life, which had been going through a life-and-death struggle, would end here today.

"Otherwise, I would have made my feelings known long ago. I would have stayed by Master's side for hundreds of years as his companion, not just as a foolish disciple. Before those righteous old men's formations fell, I would have dragged Master along to endure it together, rather than being beaten to ashes alone and returning to this world without you. I want to share the same bed with Master, from life to death."

Rong Jin held Yan Muhuai's face in his hands, staring into those deep and slightly confused eyes, and uttered these words in a rebellious manner, expressing his secret thoughts that he dared not mention a single word when the other party was awake.

Anyway, when Yan Muhuai sobers up, he won’t remember anything.

"Heh..." Yan Muhuai chuckled a little slowly, then pushed Rong Jin's hand away, leaned forward and gently kissed the corner of Rong Jin's mouth.

Rong Jin's whole body was stiff and his breathing stopped.

But his heart was pounding against his chest, as if telling him that he wanted more.

On one side is the master's majesty, and on the other side is the desire in one's heart.

Of course, the master is more important.

Rong Jin struggled for a moment, then decided to give up his desire. He supported Yan Muhuai's shoulders, intending to push him away. "Master, don't do this. You'll kill me when you wake up."

Yan Muhuai raised his head without waiting for him to exert any force, with a smile on his face, "What's wrong? You don't like it?"

The voice seemed to have a hook, which instantly shattered the defense line that Rong Jin had built up by reciting the Heart Cleansing Mantra in his mind a hundred times.

Don’t you like it? He likes it very much.

I'm just afraid that Yan Muhuai can't resist this love.

"Never mind, let's just die!" Rong Jin did a sit-up, hugged the person in his arms and kissed him.

Yan Muhuai put his arms around him and responded eagerly, without any shyness.

After the kiss, both of them were a little breathless, but the kiss was over, but tonight's events were not over yet.

Rong Jin directly picked up Yan Muhuai and walked into the room.

Although he took a step without recognizing any relatives, he still carefully observed the emotions of the person in his arms. As long as his master showed any resistance, he would stop immediately.

But Yan Muhuai was very cooperative.

He knew that Yan Muhuai was drunk, and he seemed to be taking advantage of someone's misfortune.

But this person is Yan Muhuai, his master. If he doesn't take advantage of the situation, he may never have the chance to correct their relationship.

Rong Jin gently placed Yan Muhuai on the bed, then leaned over and covered him.

The night outside was as cool as water, while the passion inside was as intense as fire. In such a long night, it was a perfect match...

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The hotel has very good lighting. A little sunlight can penetrate the room through the gaps in the curtains and illuminate the entire room.

As soon as Yan Muhuai opened his eyes, he saw Rong Jin's face, and the memories of last night instantly invaded his mind.

He took a deep breath, threw back the quilt and got out of bed.

The shirt he wore last night was scattered beside the bed. He picked it up and wanted to put it on again, but saw that it was torn into strips.

Throwing down the rag, he stood up and limped into the bathroom.

When you close the door and look up, you can see a person covered in red marks in the mirror.

"Beast..." Yan Muhuai cursed with a complicated expression.

I don’t know if he was cursing the person who left these marks on him, or himself for actually ruining his apprentice.

He was a little drunk last night, but what happened afterwards was not forced by Rong Jin. He was very clear about what he was doing and it was all voluntary.

Just as Rong Jin himself said, when he was in another world, his little Huo Miao was missing a soul, and his understanding of many things was different from that of ordinary people. In the words of others, the little Huo Miao was a fool, but he did not think so. After he picked up the little Huo Miao, he raised him seriously. Although the little Huo Miao was slow to learn things, he was very well-behaved and treated him very well.

Facing the clear and bright eyes of Little Flame, he certainly couldn't have any beastly thoughts. In his eyes, Little Flame was like a child who would never grow up. Although he grew up and became taller than him, the initial impression would not change.

The little flame is his only thought and companionship in the other world, and it is the hope that supports him to struggle forward in the abyss.

She is an irreplaceable existence in his two lives.

But later his little flame was killed, and the endless life in the other world seemed to be suddenly paused. He didn't know how to go on. The only thing that could pull him forward was the hatred in his heart.

Working hard to cultivate and avenge Little Flame became his life goal and also the countdown of his life.

In the final battle with those decent people, he was determined to die together with them, and did not leave himself any way out.

However, he did not expect that after his death in the other world, he would travel back and meet the little flame who was mentally healthy and had infinite love for him.

Those thoughts that once surged through his mind were like mountain torrents that he had forcibly blocked with moral ethics. The unexpected recovery of them at this moment was like a hand opening the floodgates, causing the raging waves that should not have appeared to burst the dam in an instant.

"Master..." Rong Jin's voice sounded outside the door, his voice filled with obvious caution.

Although Yan Muhuai was thinking about something, he had already heard Rong Jin pacing outside the door. When he woke up, Rong Jin was also awake, but he just didn't dare to greet him.

He sighed softly and opened the bathroom door with his backhand.

The next moment, Rong Jin's tall figure squeezed in. Like Yan Muhuai, he was also naked...