Chapter 62 62 A light pink mole was revealed.
After Xiao Wuxin finished explaining the precautions, he said, "Mu Qing and I have something else to do, so we'll take our leave now. Sister Xiaoyuan, please rest on the wing boat tonight. It's simple here, but it has everything you need."
She glanced at the puppet and quickly added, "This is the first time I've used this winged boat. The bed and bedding are all new, don't worry."
Her junior brother has always been particular and has a mysophobia, so she added this sentence specially.
Su Xiaoyuan quickly declined: "How can this be possible! I am already embarrassed to trouble Sister Xiao and the Immortal Lord to help me heal the puppet."
Xiao Wuxin couldn't bring herself to tell him that she'd already tripled the price to sell the winged boat to her puppet, so she made up an excuse: "You recognize me as your sister, and you're Yunmeng's disciple. We're related, so borrowing the winged boat for one night is nothing."
Immortal Lord Mu Qing immediately said, "I also know Fairy Su."
Su Xiaoyuan: “…” What’s there to grab?
Xiao Wuxin rubbed his forehead. "Yes, Mu Qing is also your friend. Your puppet is injured, and it's not good to move it too much. Besides, the wing boat is more flexible, so it's convenient to go anywhere. If his injury recurs, you can go to the city to find Mu Qing."
After hearing this, Su Xiaoyuan stopped insisting and thanked him sincerely.
Xiao Wuxin taught her how to control the wing boat, and then left with Mu Qing.
As soon as she got off the wing boat, she received a message from Elder Bai.
She braved the murderous gaze of the young man beside her and answered the call with all her might, saying in a weak voice, "How's the situation at the sect?"
Elder Bai: "The guests had some complaints, but they have been appeased for now. The parade is cancelled, but the evening ceremony can proceed as usual."
Xiao Wuxin: "If you need me to come forward, tell me."
Elder Bai's voice was so gentle that it seemed to turn into water and flow out of the communication instrument: "Yes."
Xiao Wuxin felt a sense of numbness in his heart and his ears started to feel hot.
The young man next to her immediately leaned over and bit her earlobe.
Xiao Wuxin felt pain and hissed.
The white elder immediately became alert and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Are you a dog?!" Xiao Wuxin mouthed to Mu Qing, and then comforted his Taoist companion: "It's okay, it's okay. I accidentally stepped into a pit while walking and talking."
Elder Bai scolded: "You are so grown up, yet you are still so careless..."
Xiao Wuxin coughed twice guiltily.
"By the way, how is Xiaoyuan?" asked Elder Bai.
"They've been settled in. They'll spend the night on the Wing Boat," Xiao Wuxin said. "Don't ask her to attend the God Sacrifice Ceremony."
"Well," Elder Bai said, "Young friend Xiahou, who danced with her, was also frightened and probably can't go either."
After saying this, he fell silent, but did not say goodbye.
Xiao Wuxin could tell he was hesitant to speak, so he asked directly, "Are you worried about Xiaoyuan?"
Elder Bai then said, "Xiao Yuan is my disciple. Although she hasn't been here long, I understand her personality... She's simple, kind, and soft-hearted. Both her parents are dead, she's left alone, and she has no cultivation to rely on..."
Xiao Wuxin understood the meaning of the song: "Actually, not all of us in the sect are like me... Well, actually, I'm the only one like this in our sect. Junior brother didn't understand love before, but this time he's fallen in love for the first time, and he's sincere to Sister Xiaoyuan."
"I'm not doubting the Immortal Venerable's sincerity," Elder Bai hesitated for a moment, then spoke frankly, "It's just that with the Immortal Venerable's cultivation and status, he can make her live or die at will, and he can crush a little girl like this into powder with just a flick of his finger.
"To put it bluntly, if Xiao Yuan had no intention, could she have rejected his love?"
Xiao Wuxin scratched his elbow: "Junior brother, don't be so shameless..."
Elder Bai: “…” What you did just now was quite shameless.
Xiao Wuxin also felt that his words were unconvincing and touched his nose: "I'm not bragging, you haven't seen the real face of my junior brother, he is much more handsome than that puppet. I think Xiaoyuan likes beautiful looks, I'm afraid it will be difficult to resist the temptation."
Elder Bai thought about his disciple's temperament and gave a wry smile. "Even if they were in love, what if the Immortal Master changed his mind one day? Our sect, as her family, can't support her, and even you, my senior sister, probably can't do anything. Qi Da is not a match, and as a teacher, I can't rest assured."
Xiao Wuxin: "I understand. I'm worried too, but my worries are different from yours. We, the sisters and brothers, don't really have much contact with the little brother, but he was raised by Master. Master knows him best. Master once told us some things before he died...
"In short, rather than worrying about him changing his mind, I'm more worried about what he'll do if something changes with Xiao Yuan..."
After a pause, he said, "But in the end, it's the children's own business. They've grown up now, and they have to experience everything on their own, right?"
Elder Bai sighed.
Xiao Wuxin: "It's not time to worry yet. Nothing has happened yet. Sister Xiaoyuan still treats him as a puppet. And you know what, although Sister Xiaoyuan has a soft personality, she can be very careless about some things. Who knows who will control who."
Elder Bai: "That's right."
…
After Xiao and Mu left, Su Xiaoyuan stayed by the bedside, touching the puppet's forehead and pinching his hand.
Not long after, the puppet slowly woke up.
"How do you feel?" Su Xiaoyuan asked him hurriedly, "Does it still hurt?"
The puppet shook his head and parted his dull lips: "It doesn't hurt, it's just cold..."
Su Xiaoyuan quickly rummaged through the drawers and found a thick quilt to cover him with. "Are you feeling better?"
The puppet's lips trembled slightly: "It's still cold..."
Su Xiaoyuan was scratching her head anxiously: "Why am I still cold even with such a thick blanket... Do you want some hot water? I'll boil some."
Fu Tingyun: "...Can't drink water, it will leak."
Su Xiaoyuan thought, "Isn't it the kidney that was pierced? Why does drinking water cause leakage?"
However, she didn't understand the structure of the puppet, so she couldn't question him: "How about I send a message to Sister Xiao and the others to ask what's going on."
"No need." Fu Tingyun's fingers climbed up her wrist like vines and slid into her fingers. "Xiaoyuan's body is warm. Can you come closer to me?"
Su Xiaoyuan inexplicably saw a hint of pity in his dark and lifeless black pupils.
She leaned forward, closer. "Is this okay?"
"Too far, closer."
Su Xiaoyuan leaned forward again, her upper body resting on his arm through the quilt: "How about this?"
The puppet moved in and stared at her: "The bed is too big and I'm cold."
Even Su Xiaoyuan, no matter how slow she was, understood what she was talking about. Was this what Sister Xiao meant by "clingy"? She was indeed even clingier than usual.
She was tired and sleepy now, and she was afraid she would fall asleep as soon as she touched the pillow. What if she touched his wound while sleeping?
"You are injured. It would be bad if you get bumped into anything." Su Xiaoyuan said.
"I will be careful. Xiaoyuan, are you tired too?" The puppet turned his face to face her. His face was made paler by the bright red collar, but the corners of his eyes were slightly red. His messy hair was spread on the pillow like black water, and a few strands were stuck to his slightly trembling lips. The contrast between his weak posture and gorgeous face was a breathtaking beauty.
Su Xiaoyuan was stunned and swallowed unconsciously.
Her puppets were shivering with cold. Was it really right for her as a master to just stand by and watch?
It shouldn't be a problem if I just lie down next to him carefully, right?
She took off her coat and shoes, lifted a corner of the quilt, and got into bed.
She was cautious and didn't dare to get too close to him, but the puppet immediately came close to her, wrapped his arms around hers, and grasped her small hand in his five fingers, as if he really wanted to snatch the warmth from her.
But he didn't feel cold at all, instead he felt as hot as a stove.
Su Xiaoyuan's heart skipped a beat: "Fu Tingyun, do you have a fever?"
The puppet hummed absentmindedly, stroking back and forth with the tips of her fingers, slowly sliding from the veins in her wrist to her palm and the base of her fingers, gently tickling the spaces between her fingers.
Su Xiaoyuan felt a little itchy and subconsciously dodged, but his fingers immediately slipped in between her fingers and held hers tightly.
Su Xiaoyuan felt him trembling and became worried: "Is it that cold?"
The puppet looked at her and nodded: "Xiao Yuan, hug me."
Su Xiaoyuan was a little hesitant.
The puppet looked at her dimly: "Do you think I'm dirty? I've already washed myself, look."
He pulled the quilt down, revealing his open shirt. The snow-white bandage around his waist was stained with blood, but his red shirt was spotless, and his fair, strong, and well-defined chest and abdominal muscles were clean.
Battle damage! It's battle damage!
Su Xiaoyuan couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
The puppet seemed unaware and threw the Cleansing Technique at himself: "If it's not clean, wash it a few more times."
Su Xiaoyuan hurriedly grabbed his hand: "It's not dirty, it's not dirty, isn't it said that the Water Spirit Curse is cold and cold?"
She hurriedly helped him pull up the quilt.
"It's not that you think I'm dirty, but because I killed someone, Xiaoyuan is afraid of me?" The puppet man refused to give in.
Because he was injured, Su Xiaoyuan put the murder behind him.
But she was, after all, a modern person who grew up in a civilized society. She still felt a little scared when she thought of the scene in which he killed hundreds of people in a short moment.
"You are indeed afraid of me." The puppet said softly.
Su Xiaoyuan said hurriedly: "It's not that I'm afraid... It's just that I've never seen anything like this before, and I need to get used to it..."
"Yeah." Fu Tingyun expressed his understanding.
He counted to three breaths: "Have you adapted?"
Su Xiaoyuan had no choice but to lie on her side and gently put her arms around him, carefully avoiding the bandage on his waist: "Is this better?"
"It's not enough," the puppet said, "I want to cover Xiao Yuan with it."
Su Xiaoyuan laughed: "I'm not a quilt." Human-machine is human-machine.
"You're warmer than the quilt."
Before she finished speaking, Su Xiaoyuan felt a sudden tightness around her waist.
The puppet grabbed her waist, lifted her up lightly, and "covered" her on himself.
Su Xiaoyuan was terrified: "Wound! Wound!"
"Nothing, Xiao Yuan is very light." The puppet pinched her waist, which had no fat at all, and seemed a little regretful. "You should eat more."
The puppet didn't know the seriousness of the situation, but Su Xiaoyuan was terrified: "It's pressing on the wound...it's going to bleed..."
"No." He said indifferently.
"Really?" Su Xiaoyuan was suspicious. She moved up cautiously, spread her legs and knelt down, with only her upper body touching.
In this way, the waist naturally collapses, while the back bulges.
"Yeah." The puppet pressed the back of her head, let her lie on his shoulder, and stroked her back again and again, from the back of her neck to her waist, and then to her tailbone, slowly back and forth.
Su Xiaoyuan felt a tingling sensation in her lower abdomen, and her voice involuntarily tightened: "Fu Tingyun..."
The puppet's tall nose was buried in her neck and he took a deep breath, then slowly nudged her ear: "Xiao Yuan thought about it."
Su Xiaoyuan's scalp tingled. Every time he said something like this, it meant he was "practicing".
Just as she was thinking about it, the puppet really pinched the back of her neck and lifted it up gently, then pressed the back of her head down.
Before Su Xiaoyuan could react, the puppet's soft lips pressed against hers with ease.
The familiar warmth, softness and wetness made her heart tremble. She subconsciously parted her lips to let him in. Then alarm bells went off in her heart. She hurriedly pushed his tongue out while reaching out to push his chest.
I was forbidden from having sex for thirty days, but I broke the rule on the first day!
The puppet was incredibly strong. He held the back of her head tightly with one hand and pressed her hand with the other, making her palm slide against his chest. He hooked the tip of her tongue and swallowed it into his mouth, all the way to the root of her tongue, like a snake that had been hungry for a whole winter and could not help but wrap around and strangle its prey as soon as it touched it.
He had never been so eager or so ferocious in his previous practice.
Su Xiaoyuan's tongue felt numb, and tears came out of her eyes as she mumbled "No, it can't be bitter", but her body became soft as a puddle of mud. He led her hands and she couldn't help but rub his chest and abdomen.
Occasionally, her rationality returned, and she resisted for a while: "Okay, okay, Fu Tingyun... your kidneys are damaged, you can't..."
"Can."
The puppet immediately took action to prove that it was okay to have a damaged kidney.
Normally he would let her go after eating for a while, but today, for some reason, he seemed to never be full.
Su Xiaoyuan couldn't count how many times he kissed her until she fell into a deep sleep. She could still vaguely feel him touching her hair and pecking her eyelids, corners of her mouth, and cheeks.
Fu Tingyun waited until the girl was so tired that she fell asleep on him, then he gently placed her on the pillow, opened the collar of her shirt, and gently licked the kiss mark on her heart.
The mark gradually faded and disappeared.
A thin, light pink mole was revealed.
The pink was very light, not much darker than her rosy skin, but Fu Tingyun's eyes seemed to be ignited by it.
He lowered his head and sucked, licked, and bit hard, causing the sleeping girl to frown, moan, and push him unconsciously.
Not enough, not enough.
He lay on top of her, overlapping the mole on his heart with hers, as if he wanted to dye hers the same bright red as his.
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