Looking at the master who insisted on staying under the quilt, not turning around or showing his head.
The smile on Shen Xinghe's lips couldn't help but grow wider.
That his master is cold, arrogant, aloof and unattainable?
Who said that?
Obviously so lovable.
"Master, do you still remember what you said to me last night?"
The master pretended to be asleep and said nothing.
Shen Xinghe blinked, then crawled into the quilt, found the back of her neck, and nibbled it gently a few times.
"You said you would be responsible for me."
"Master, you must keep your word."
Did I say this?
"Master, you also said that you have forgiven me and will love me very much in the future. No matter what mistakes I make, you will not be angry with me.
Well, even if I am angry, it will only be for a short while. I can be forgiven with just a kiss.
Master, I remember everything you said."
"But I won't make Master angry again."
"I will love you, Master."
Sijiu: "...if you want to talk, just talk. Don't rub against me."
"Ah, Master, are you finally willing to pay attention to me?"
His voice was full of laughter.
Sijiu, however, felt that this person was very cunning.
It was clearly intentional.
"Master, could you please turn around? I want to look at you."
"Look at a ghost."
"Ghosts are not as pretty as Master, Master~"
"Don't call me that." Si Jiu felt deeply powerless, because listening to him call it again and again, fragments appeared in his mind again. Last night he was also calling Master again and again in a presumptuous manner.
Shen Xinghe heard a sense of shame in his master's tone.
I couldn't help but recall certain moments when I called her "Master" and her reaction made my scalp tingle.
In an instant, I felt a little restless.
Unfortunately, there was a huge difference between the sober master and the drunk master, and he was finally kicked off the bed by the master because he was ready to make a move.
Si Jiu covered her disheveled underwear with a handful of her clothes and glared coldly at Shen Xinghe, who was sitting on the ground with an innocent look on his face. "Get out."
Shen Xinghe's eyes were burning. He saw that his master's hair was disheveled and his cheeks were slightly red, perhaps from being suffocated in the quilt or from being embarrassed. His crystal eyes were sparkling with water, and between his brows there was a sense of laziness as if he was tired after all the trouble.
Especially hook him.
But I feel a little sad.
Perhaps because he kicked him too hard just now, the master frowned and supported his waist inconspicuously.
Shen Xinghe was like a sticky candy, half-standing up and leaning on the edge of the bed, trying to stick to it, "Master, let me help you rub it."
"Rub your head."
Si Jiu looked at him lying on the edge of the bed, looking at him with sticky eyes, and felt a little unable to bear to look at him.
"Master, please rub me if you want." Shen Xinghe stretched his head a little closer and pulled Sijiu's hand to put it on his head.
Sijiu: "..."
Didn’t you say you don’t like people touching your head?
She's very strong-willed, okay?
Rubbing the head under the palm of my hand.
The "very strong-willed" Si Jiu felt the softness of the hair under his fingers and the man's puppy-like movements, and rubbed him for three minutes.
Si Jiu realized that his words were not what he meant, so he stopped and looked at him resignedly with his eyes lowered.
Shen Xinghe raised his head, meeting her gaze with love in his eyes. He took her hand and placed it on his lips and kissed it, "Master, will you marry me?"
Sijiu: "..."
This is the first time in so many dimensions that the male protagonist... proposes?
Oh, that's not right. In this plane, a couple doesn't necessarily have to be between a man and a woman, nor does it have to be a romantic relationship to be a couple.
The term "Daolian Companion" has a broad meaning in this plane, meaning practicing together, but not necessarily in a romantic relationship. Some people share the same ideals and can practice together.
Just as Sijiu was thinking this, she heard her bold little disciple say, "Become my Taoist partner and practice cultivation together."
"Will you marry me, Master?"
Sijiu: "..."Okay, she was overthinking it. That's what he meant.
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