This is the disciple he has raised for hundreds of years. It’s okay to rely on him, right?
After not hearing a response for a long while, he felt that his disciple was becoming more and more disobedient, so he leaned on Rong Jin's strong chest to support himself.
Rong Jin climbed up from the bed and opened the door for Yan Muhuai. He was wearing a silk home suit. Yan Muhuai had just grabbed his collar, exposing a large area of his chest. Half of Yan Muhuai's palm was pressed directly on his skin.
Yan Muhuai's reaction was a little slow at this moment, and he didn't feel anything.
But for Rong Jin, it was like a red-hot iron was placed on his chest. This iron would not cause him burning pain, but it could ignite the fire in his body.
"Are you mute? Speak." Yan Muhuai urged dissatisfiedly.
"Since my master picked me up." Rong Jin took a deep breath, imagining himself as a corpse, and answered Yan Muhuai's words without daring to move, "My soul is incomplete in this other world, and I can't express my feelings accurately, otherwise..."
Otherwise, he would have let Yan Muhuai know what he was thinking. He actually didn't want Yan Muhuai to be his master. He wanted Yan Muhuai to be his lover.
However, he still didn't dare to say such blunt words, even though Yan Muhuai already knew his dirty thoughts.
He could accept going back to the beginning with his master, where they could get along as master and disciple, but he could not accept being separated from his master again.
"What else?" Rong Jin didn't dare to say it, but Yan Muhuai wanted to ask.
Rong Jin remained silent, and Yan Muhuai raised his hand and pinched his chin, "Go on."
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