Chapter 99 Pingxin's Marriage (Traditional Chinese)
Shen Qingqiu walked a short distance, fanning himself with a folding fan, when he suddenly realized that the person who had been sticking to him the whole way wasn't following. He turned around to look.
Luo Binghe stood still, seemingly lost in thought, staring at something.
Shen Qingqiu asked curiously, "Binghe? What are you looking at?"
Luo Binghe then came to his senses, paused slightly, and said, "Master, I..."
Shen Qingqiu became increasingly puzzled and went back to look in the direction Luo Binghe had been looking. He saw a large group of people gathered in front of a house of moderate size, surrounding two newlyweds dressed in bright red whose faces were obscured, as they walked noisily into the courtyard.
Because the street was already noisy, I hadn't noticed before that a couple was having a wedding there.
Two young maids stood at the entrance of the house, handing out wedding candies to passersby with baskets, saying in their cheerful voices, "Share in the joy!" "Share in the joy!"
Shen Qingqiu's first thought was rather unromantic: "Could this family be haunted by ghosts?"
But no matter how they looked at it, they couldn't see anything wrong. Just as they were about to ask, they saw Luo Binghe walk up to them. The two maids had never seen such a handsome man before. When they looked up, they were both stunned, forgetting to hand out the candy. Luo Binghe calmly took the candy from their hands himself.
Having received the wedding candy, Luo Binghe returned to Shen Qingqiu's side, satisfied, and said, "Master, let's go."
Shen Qingqiu nodded.
The two walked side by side for a while. Luo Binghe was still playing with the two round wedding candies wrapped in red paper in his hand. He looked back at the festive house with people coming and going, still looking thoughtful.
Shen Qingqiu asked, "What happened to that house?"
Luo Binghe was taken aback and asked, "What did Master mean by 'what happened'?"
Shen Qingqiu said, "If there's nothing wrong, why have you been paying attention for so long? You don't even like sweets."
Luo Binghe suddenly realized and laughed, "It's nothing, just sharing in the joy."
He spoke with surprising seriousness. Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but smile slightly and said, "I don't recall you believing in this. Perhaps you've never seen a wedding before?"
Luo Binghe said, "I have seen it before, but I never thought that this kind of thing would be related to me."
Shen Qingqiu asked curiously, "Didn't you ever think about which girl you would marry in the future?"
Luo Binghe shook his head. Shen Qingqiu found it rather unscientific and said, "Really? You never even thought about it?"
Luo Binghe thought for a moment and said, "In the past, I really never thought of that."
Shen Qingqiu noticed the word 'before' and casually teased him, "So you mean you feel that this matter is related to you now?"
Unexpectedly, Luo Binghe did not respond this time.
After this incident, Shen Qingqiu felt that Luo Binghe had been unusually energetic at night these past few days, and that his waist, arms, and legs were suffering more than before.
The two of them would return to Cangqiong Mountain to "visit relatives" every two months, so when the people on the mountain saw them again, they were no longer surprised and would enthusiastically gather around them, cracking open dragon bone melon seeds.
Qi Qingqi exclaimed, "Oh my? Who is this? Isn't this the Peak Master of Qingjing Peak? You're back again? What a rare guest!"
Shen Qingqiu said, "Yes."
Qi Qingqi: "Did you bring any local specialties from the Demon Clan this time? Besides the one next to you."
Shen Qingqiu thought to himself, "Luo Binghe clearly grew in the human realm, so it can't be considered a local specialty of the demon race." He then said, "No one would want to eat it even if I brought it, so I might as well not bring it."
Suddenly, a young man walked over carrying something upside down. He said, "Junior Brother Liu, how have you been? I... what is this!"
Liu Qingge caught the dying creature that Shen Qingqiu threw back without expression, then tossed it back, saying, "Short-haired monster. Food."
Shen Qingqiu tossed it to him again, saying, "I won't eat it! The one you gave me years ago is still with me, and it's turned into a gigantic thing, gnawing on bamboo on Qingjing Peak every day. I don't want this one!"
The two tossed the monster around for a while, and the short-haired monster screamed incessantly in the air. Wei Qingwei said, "Senior Brother Chen, I think we should still go with it. If these two short-haired monsters are a male and a female, and you put them together, maybe they will start eating each other instead of eating bamboo."
"What if both of them are male?"
"..."
At this time in the past, Luo Binghe would have already begun to exude a cold aura and launch into various sarcastic remarks and hostility when Liu Qingge walked over. But today, he seemed somewhat absent-minded, standing silently next to Shen Qingqiu, which made Shen Qingqiu feel a little uncomfortable.
Not only was he unaccustomed to it, but the others were too. The members of the Cangqiong Mountain Sect were usually very talkative when they got together, able to chat endlessly about even the smallest things. But today, the small talk was unusually short. They usually would go to Zuixian Peak for a meal together, but seemingly due to Luo Binghe's strange aura, no one mentioned it today. Qi Qingqi pulled Shen Qingqiu aside and asked, "What's wrong with your disciple?"
Shen Qingqiu asked, "What do you mean, 'what'?"
Qi Qingqi asked, "Did you two have a fight today, um...?"
Shen Qingqiu said, "No."
His face remained expressionless, but his grip on the folding fan tightened slightly.
Qi Qingqi said, "Oh, that's good. I always felt that your disciple was acting strangely today, like he was holding back some anger."
Shen Qingqiu noticed it too.
Even after returning to the bamboo hut, Luo Binghe's condition remained strange.
Just as Shen Qingqiu sat down on the bamboo couch, a loud crash came from the doorway. He rushed out from behind the screen and saw Luo Binghe lying on the ground, with Ming Fan, Ning Yingying, and the others standing to the side, dumbfounded.
Shen Qingqiu went to help Luo Binghe and asked, "What's wrong?"
Luo Binghe said, "No..." Before he could finish, Ming Fan shouted, "Master, Luo Binghe tripped over the threshold!"
Shen Qingqiu: "..."
Luo Binghe glared at Ming Fan, who shrank back in fright. Shen Qingqiu quickly said, "Everyone, go back and prepare for tomorrow's morning reading."
After closing the door to the bamboo hut, Luo Binghe silently sat down at the table. Shen Qingqiu glanced at the red mark on his forehead, sighed, and asked, "What's wrong with you these past few days?"
Luo Binghe remained silent.
Shen Qingqiu said, "Sit still and don't move around. I'll give you a hot compress."
He turned to the basin, and just as he wrung out a cloth, he heard a loud crash behind him. Startled, he turned around and saw that Luo Binghe had fallen to the ground again.
Shen Qingqiu looked bewildered, worried that he might be dizzy and unable to stand or sit steadily, so she rushed over and asked, "What's wrong with you...?"
Unexpectedly, just as he rushed over, Luo Binghe grabbed his hand and said, "Master, will you marry me?"
A crack appeared on Shen Qingqiu's face.
Luo Binghe noticed his unusual expression and quickly said, "Master, if you don't want to marry me, I can marry you!"
Seeing that Shen Qingqiu didn't respond, Luo Binghe asked again in a clear voice, "Shizun, are you willing to be with me...?"
His Adam's apple trembled more and more violently, and his voice trembled slightly as he said, "...marry me?"
Shen Qingqiu remained silent, while the fire in Luo Binghe's eyes gradually died down.
After a long pause, he said in a hoarse voice, "If Master is unwilling, I...I..."
Shen Qingqiu said, "Wait."
"You..." He hesitated for a long time before saying, "So, you've been behaving so strangely these past few days because you wanted to tell me this?"
Luo Binghe stared intently at him and nodded cautiously twice.
Shen Qingqiu felt that the next sentence was difficult to say: "So, you're... begging...?"
Luo Binghe took the initiative to speak on his behalf: "Disciple is asking Master for a marriage proposal."
Shen Qingqiu: "..."
He sat down at the table, buried his face in his right hand, unsure of what to say or do.
He should have found it absurd. Although he and Luo Binghe had been in a relationship for so long, he never imagined that Luo Binghe would actually propose to him... how should I put it.
Good heavens, a marriage proposal? That word is terrifying when used on a young man like him!
Moreover, he was so nervous about saying those few lines that he probably rehearsed countless times in private that he acted strangely and couldn't even speak. He tripped over the threshold when he entered the door and spoke haltingly.
Luo Binghe was clearly still nervous; his Adam's apple bobbed. Seeing Shen Qingqiu pull his face away from his hands, seemingly about to speak, he quickly said, "Master, if you don't want to, you don't need to answer my question! I understand what you mean if you don't answer me. Please don't say it out loud. It's okay. If you find it troublesome, just ignore me. Just think I'm joking, it's alright..."
With a "smack," Shen Qingqiu angrily swung her fan at his head and said, "Nothing my foot!"
Luo Binghe was hit on the head by a fan. He touched his head, blinked, and clearly didn't understand why he was hit. Shen Qingqiu was annoyed by his innocent expression.
He was secretly pleased, but the next moment the kid said, "It's okay, you don't need to answer me, just take it as a joke!"
Shen Qingqiu flew into a rage at the last sentence, slamming his fan down again: "Is this something to joke about?!"
Luo Binghe obediently accepted the beating, saying with a wronged expression, "I was wrong..."
Shen Qingqiu said, "Of course you're wrong! I almost agreed to your request just now!"
"I..." Luo Binghe was about to admit his mistake when he suddenly paused, and cautiously asked, "Master, what did you say?"
Shen Qingqiu said, "There's nothing there."
Luo Binghe cried out anxiously, "Master!"
Shen Qingqiu sighed, said nothing, and raised his hand, signaling Luo Binghe to come over.
Luo Binghe went over as expected. Seeing Shen Qingqiu gesturing to him again, Luo Binghe was extremely familiar with his body language and could understand his meaning without needing any verbal instructions. He obediently poured himself a glass of wine. Then, Shen Qingqiu took the wine pot, poured himself a glass, and let Luo Binghe take his glass.
Luo Binghe said, "Master, this is..."
Shen Qingqiu picked up the cup he had poured himself and walked around Luo Binghe's arm.
In an instant, Luo Binghe's handsome face suddenly burst forth with tremendous vitality and radiance.
His hands trembled so badly he could barely hold the wine glass, his arms shaking terribly. Shen Qingqiu's arm was intertwined with his, and he almost spilled the wine from his glass onto his chest.
Luo Binghe said, "I...I...I thought...I thought..."
Shen Qingqiu said expressionlessly, "You thought you were definitely going to be rejected, didn't you?"
Luo Binghe: "..."
Shen Qingqiu said, "That's why I don't want to hear the answer. Because you think you'll definitely be rejected."
Luo Binghe said, "...I'm very anxious."
He looked directly into Shen Qingqiu's eyes and said, "Master, that day, didn't you ask me if I had ever really thought about such a thing before? I really had never thought about it."
Shen Qingqiu said, "You can think about it."
What's wrong with thinking about it? Is it a crime to think about it? Besides, what if thinking about it actually makes it happen?
Luo Binghe said, "Because when I was a child, I thought that no one would like someone like me, so I never thought that anyone would want me."
Shen Qingqiu said, "You've got it all wrong..."
"Later," Luo Binghe said, "I met my master. Even though you were already by my side, I still couldn't help feeling anxious. I felt like you would leave me at any moment. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to become stronger and better, but I still felt it wasn't enough. I still... felt uncontrollably afraid."
Shen Qingqiu simply looked into his eyes, and after a while, rubbed his head and sighed, "Binghe, you..."
Luo Binghe said, "I don't know what to do either."
Shen Qingqiu said, "Then do as you wish."
Two hours later, the two sat facing each other on the bed, rustling as they undressed.
Luo Binghe was truly obsessed. He somehow produced two sets of groom's clothes and coaxed Shen Qingqiu to wear them and go through the wedding ceremony again with him, including the wedding bow, the nuptial wine ceremony, and the bridal chamber. Shen Qingqiu thought to himself, "I'll just have to take the wedding clothes off later anyway," and found it amusing, but he let him have his way.
He really hadn't expected that Luo Binghe was such a traditional type, actually eagerly anticipating marriage. It made him feel both amused and affectionate, and he couldn't help but take it seriously as well.
Luo Binghe, having only put on half of his red robe, stared at Shen Qingqiu, unable to move. Shen Qingqiu asked, "Luo Binghe? What's wrong?"
Luo Binghe said earnestly, "Master, you look so good in red."
Shen Qingqiu had fair skin, and when he wore his wedding dress, his face was flushed with a touch of red, making him look even more striking than usual. Luo Binghe's gaze towards him was also more infatuated than usual. Shen Qingqiu was slightly taken aback and coughed lightly. Although Luo Binghe was just like that, he still felt a little embarrassed.
He said reservedly, "You look...good in red too."
He was more than just handsome; he couldn't believe any girl who saw such a dashing groom wouldn't cry and beg to marry him. Before he could add a few more compliments, Luo Binghe presented a stack of snow-white silk cloth and reverently spread it on the bed.
"..." A sense of foreboding washed over Shen Qingqiu, and he asked, "What are you doing?"
Luo Binghe said shyly, "Disciple has heard that newlyweds have this custom on their wedding night..."
Before he could finish speaking, Shen Qingqiu got goosebumps all over.
There were no other rules or customs, but it was really strange that this custom was applied to him!
Luo Binghe quickly said, "Master, I swear I won't let you really bleed!" He blushed and said, "I just want to be as like a real couple as possible, and to do every step of the ceremony properly..."
Shen Qingqiu felt embarrassed and said, "Let's forget about these formalities." Just as he was about to remove the white cloth, he saw Luo Binghe's eyes filled with tears.
He couldn't stand Luo Binghe looking at him like that; he simply couldn't bring himself to do it. After a long silence, he helplessly squeezed out a few words:
"But if you put it that way, even if you lay it down, it won't do any good..."
Luo Binghe said aggrievedly, "But how can we have a wedding night if we're missing something important, something crucial?"
“…” Shen Qingqiu said, “Fine, fine, if you really want to, then let’s lay it out.”
Luo Binghe immediately hugged him, buried her head in his shoulder, and hummed, "Master, you are so good to your disciple."
Shen Qingqiu forced himself to remain calm: "It's so-so..."
As he was talking, he realized that the hand that was holding him had moved to the wrong place.
Luo Binghe quickly stripped Shen Qingqiu naked, leaving her completely bare except for a single snow-white sock on her foot.
Although the master and disciple had done it countless times, for someone like Shen Qingqiu, there were still some things about saving face that he couldn't overcome, no matter how many times they did it. Seeing Luo Binghe's body press against him, Shen Qingqiu felt a slight tension, turned his head and closed his eyes, feeling a pair of hands caressing the skin of his inner thighs, trying to separate his legs. At first, he resisted slightly, but after a moment, he obediently parted them.
He placed a finger to his lips and said softly, "Master..."
Shen Qingqiu slightly opened his mouth, letting Luo Binghe place his fingers inside and lick them gently. Because his eyes were still closed, the sensation of his slender fingers stirring and teasing his soft tongue in his warm mouth became even more pronounced. One wasn't enough, and after a moment, a second one was inserted. Watching Shen Qingqiu try to take them in deeper and lick them more moist, Luo Binghe's eyes gleamed. He withdrew his fingers and probed down below Shen Qingqiu.
After some caressing, Shen Qingqiu's tightly closed, light-colored vulva between his legs became glistening with moisture, looking incredibly soft. Luo Binghe covered him, carefully avoiding pressing down on him. Shen Qingqiu felt a hard, hot, round head pressing against his most intimate place, his vulva slightly enclosing half of that monstrous thing, and he could feel the powerful throbbing of its veins.
Luo Binghe said in a deep voice, "Master... I'm coming in."
Shen Qingqiu kept his eyes closed the whole time and nodded slightly. Luo Binghe placed his hands on his waist and pushed himself forward.
In an instant, Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but let out a painful groan from his throat, and raised his hand to grab Luo Binghe's arm that was clamped around his waist.
Even though he was mentally prepared and tried his best to relax his body, he just couldn't eat. Luo Binghe's thing was only halfway in when it got stuck.
The person beneath him was clearly warm and soft inside, but the flesh around the entrance was extremely uncooperative, tightly gripping and preventing him from penetrating further. So, Luo Binghe freed one hand and gently stroked Shen Qingqiu's tip. Shen Qingqiu felt a surge of pleasure as his male parts were being cared for. When Luo Binghe sensed that he had relaxed a little, and seeing an opportunity, he continued to thrust inside.
The feeling of being forced to move in was extremely uncomfortable. Shen Qingqiu involuntarily straightened his chest, and his two pale nipples were unintentionally brought to the face of the person on top of him. Luo Binghe's hand came to knead his nipples again.
As a man, Shen Qingqiu never liked having his private parts touched like that. A strange sense of shame washed over him, and he trembled as he tried to push Luo Binghe away. But as Luo Binghe lowered his head, a wet and throbbing sensation spread across his right chest. Shen Qingqiu's face flushed crimson, and he hurriedly tried to push Luo Binghe away. However, taking advantage of this moment of panic and distraction, Luo Binghe thrust forward again, burying his entire member between Shen Qingqiu's legs.
Shen Qingqiu felt as if he had been cleaved in two by a fleshy blade, and felt an explosive pain in his lower body.
The pain stemmed from Luo Binghe's excessively large penis. As it pushed into the passage, it pressed against the inner wall, giving him the illusion that an arm had been shoved into his genitals. The enormous, full penis felt like a fist, making him wish he could faint. But when Luo Binghe skillfully brushed against a certain spot on Shen Qingqiu's inner wall, his cry of pain changed. Luo Binghe grabbed his waist and slammed him hard against that spot several times. Finally, his penis, like his taut arm muscles, went limp.
Once he softened, Shen Qingqiu's lower body became incredibly adorable. The passage was deep, warm, and moist, allowing for unrestricted penetration, leaving no room for resistance. From Luo Binghe's angle, he could easily see Shen Qingqiu beneath him. His thighs were spread apart, his smooth, straight legs folded up to his chest, his snow-white socks still on, perfectly in place.
This made him extremely excited.
Shen Qingqiu gripped the sheets tightly, gritting his teeth as he felt each thrust of Luo Binghe's penis inside him. Each thrust filled him with dread, fearing his internal organs might be dislocated. He was helpless, forced to wrap his legs around Luo Binghe's waist, adjusting his rhythm, loosely and tightly, hesitantly responding to Luo Binghe's thrusts. The tender flesh at the entrance of his vagina burned with pain as it was torn, and he couldn't help but groan, "Hiss... Binghe, be gentle..."
He felt he was definitely still bleeding.
Luo Binghe looked down and froze. Sure enough, a streak of crimson blood had been left from where the two had joined, staining the snow-white cloth, the vibrant color spreading like a withered peach petal.
After a long while, Luo Binghe murmured, "Master, I'm sorry... I promised I wouldn't let you bleed, but I still..."
Shen Qingqiu was being fucked so hard he was practically dying, he didn't have the strength to lift himself up to look at what was happening below, though he knew without looking that it must be horrible. What was more disconcerting was that while Luo Binghe was apologizing, the pounding below didn't slow down at all. Shen Qingqiu was being tossed around by his thrusts, his buttocks numb and sore, and he cried out, "No...no..."
Luo Binghe asked, "What do you mean, 'don't'?"
Shen Qingqiu said, "Don't call me Master..."
Being called "Master" when his backside was already bruised and battered made him feel that he was being a bit too devoted and selfless in his role as a teacher!
Luo Binghe said, "If we don't call you Master, then what should we call you?"
Shen Qingqiu sobbed, "...Whatever...whatever...slow down...Hyōhe, slow down..."
Luo Binghe wrapped his arms around his waist, thrust twice more forcefully, took a breath, and said, "Okay, then... Master, please call me in a different way, and I'll go slower!"
As Shen Qingqiu was lifted up, he felt the enormous thing penetrate even deeper into his body, and asked, "What... is it... called?"
Luo Binghe paused, then hugged him, saying shyly and reservedly, "We...we're consummating our marriage tonight, Master, what should you call me..."
"..."
Shen Qingqiu shook his head violently. He shook his head frantically.
Luo Binghe was still excitedly anticipating: "Master, could you call me 'that'?"
Shen Qingqiu, however, clenched his teeth, tears welling in his eyes, but refused to speak. Seeing his extremely resistant appearance, Luo Binghe's eyes instantly filled with tears.
He said dejectedly, "Master, we've gone through all this, why...why are you still unwilling..."
His voice sounded extremely sad. Shen Qingqiu thought to herself that she would never fall for his act again, but Luo Binghe's tears were a magical thing that could come at any moment, and they began to fall in a torrent.
Luo Binghe said, "Just this once. If Master is unwilling, just this once. I will remember this and will never force you again. Is that not enough?"
Shen Qingqiu's face was smeared with his tears, and his lower body was being repeatedly whipped by his thing, making him suffer unbearably.
How can I say no when you're like this?
In the end, Shen Qingqiu decided to compromise one more time.
However, there will absolutely, absolutely not be a next time!
He took a difficult breath and managed to whisper, "...Husband..."
Luo Binghe's eyes lit up immediately, and he said, "Master, what did you say?"
Shen Qingqiu began, "Xiang..." The last half of the word was barely audible, and he secretly swallowed it, then pleaded, "Binghe, please... go slower..."
Luo Binghe, however, was not about to let him get away with it so easily, and said, "Master, speak louder, I...I didn't hear you clearly!"
His blood boiled, and he became overly excited, causing his movements to become more exaggerated. After a few fierce thrusts, Shen Qingqiu felt his internal organs churning, and finally, he completely surrendered.
Shen Qingqiu weakly clutched his hair, choking back sobs, "...Waaah... Husband, husband, please, stop, I can't take it anymore... I really can't take it anymore..."
Before he could finish crying, Luo Binghe picked Shen Qingqiu up and held him in his lap, thrusting into him deeply. He supported Shen Qingqiu's arm with one hand and held his waist with the other, moving him up and down, saying with extreme joy, "Wife..."
Upon hearing this address, Shen Qingqiu was so ashamed that her entire body, including her anus, clenched up, and she cried out in despair, "Damn it, shut up!...Don't...Don't call me that!"
Luo Binghe ignored his protests completely, forcing him to swallow and spit out his penis while holding him and whispering, "Master, you're so good... I've always wanted you to call me that, can you call me that a few more times?"
A slight warmth flowed down the back of his neck, and without even looking, he knew that Luo Binghe was definitely in tears again.
There's just no way to deal with him.
The two were entangled, rolling around in sweat, sticky and clinging. Luo Binghe's waist and back were drenched in sweat, and Shen Qingqiu's legs could barely hold him together, constantly sliding down. He could only hook his arms around Luo Binghe's neck to make them press even closer and more intimate, encouraging Luo Binghe with light and passionate kisses.
Realizing his cooperation, Luo Binghe was as happy as a child who had been fed candy, his eyes shining with joy. He worked even harder with his lower body, his hard and angular umbrella-shaped head grinding back and forth inside Shen Qingqiu's tormented inner walls until he finally surrendered, clenching his teeth and letting out a cry of pain and pleasure.
Luo Binghe was overjoyed by the voice. He loved all the sounds Shen Qingqiu made. Before Shen Qingqiu's consciousness faded, he heard him whisper in his ear, "Master... call me again..."
When Shen Qingqiu woke up the next morning, his first thought was to smash his head against the short-haired monster on Qingjing Peak, which was in excellent condition.
He swore that he had lost all face in his entire life last night.
There could never be a more embarrassing moment!
Luo Binghe lay beside him, full of energy. As soon as he realized Shen Qingqiu was awake, he took the opportunity to kiss him. Shen Qingqiu suspected that he hadn't slept at all and had been staring at him like that all night, so pretending to be asleep was useless. He wanted to speak, but his voice was extremely hoarse, and he could only utter some indistinct syllables.
Luo Binghe kissed him, looking satisfied, and said, "Master, you should rest well. I'll go make you breakfast."
He was about to get up and get dressed when Shen Qingqiu mumbled a few words. Luo Binghe asked, "What?"
Shen Qingqiu's face was already quite red, and Luo Binghe's question made it even redder. He stammered, "...No, nothing."
Luo Binghe wanted to press on, but he forced himself to hold back and said, "Then I'll go make breakfast."
He carefully covered Shen Qingqiu with a light blanket, then turned around, got off the bed, picked up his clothes from the floor, and slowly put them on.
Shen Qingqiu sat on the bed, draped in the clothes Luo Binghe had pulled up for her, staring intently at Luo Binghe's tall and handsome back for a long while. Suddenly, as if bewitched, she muttered, "...Husband?"
Luo Binghe's back froze.
He seemed rooted to the ground, and turned around very slowly, saying, "Master, what did you just call me?"
Shen Qingqiu was speechless.
"Huh?"
He wanted to explain something, but there was nothing to explain: "I, I... uh, I, uh, um..."
That's why you shouldn't make promises you can't keep. You say you can't possibly be more embarrassed than anyone else in your life, and then you're immediately more embarrassed than anyone else!
At this moment, he wasn't driven to madness by Luo Binghe, nor was he swayed by Luo Binghe's tears; all excuses were useless. In other words, he simply, for some reason, suddenly wanted to call out and see what would happen.
However, after he cried out, he was so ashamed that he wished he could dig a hole and crawl into it, or smash his head against a block of tofu and die.
Finally, Shen Qingqiu gave up explaining, lay back down in despair, and forced himself to remain calm, saying, "I'm hungry."
Luo Binghe smiled and lay back down with him, saying, "Master, I'm hungry too."
"Go cook if you're hungry..."
It probably won't matter if breakfast is served a little later sometimes.
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