"There are too many people here, this won't work."
Master Bai turned his head away, his face flushed.
He Yunxiao reached out and pinched her chin, forcibly grabbing Fei Bao who was trying to escape. He pulled her lips back.
"Hmm..."
A feeling of suffocation immediately enveloped Fei Bao.
A moment later, sensing that He Yunxiao's breathing had eased slightly, Master Bai, who had just been able to catch his breath, hurriedly pushed him away, then flipped off the white veil that He Yunxiao had previously lifted onto his hat, and hastily covered his flushed cheeks.
Even though she was right next to the bustling city, Bai Yufei could still hear her own frantic heartbeat.
It kept making thumping sounds.
“Feibao…”
"You lecher, stay away from my path."
He Yunxiao shrugged. "Feibao is always so resistant to intimacy. How can we possibly complete five rounds of dual cultivation?"
After saying this, the white-robed Taoist priest, who had calmed down, immediately fell silent.
After a moment, Bai Yufei spoke up, "It's my fault, I'm sorry."
"No, no, it's not that bad," He Yunxiao quickly defended his master.
Fei Bao has always been a master at "putting herself in others' shoes." As long as what she says makes sense, even if He Yunxiao doesn't intend to blame her, she will take the initiative to admit her mistakes.
"Then what do you suggest we do?" Bai Yufei had no choice but to ask He Yunxiao for his opinion.
When it comes to being intimate with girls, He Yunxiao is undoubtedly the authority.
To put it bluntly, this is like cutting flesh with a dull knife, slowly grinding it down until the other person becomes numb.
The most typical example is Nan Zhu's wife. Nan Zhu and Fei Bao have very similar personalities. At first, she wouldn't let He Yunxiao hold her hand, so He Yunxiao found an excuse to hold Nan Zhu's wife's hand every day. Now, Nan Zhu has gotten used to it, and she's not used to not holding hands with him.
"There's no really good way. Just spend more time with them and you'll get used to it," He Yunxiao said.
Bai Yufei nodded and asked, "What should we do now?"
"Let's start with the simplest thing: holding hands. Come here, Master, give me your hand."
"Don't call me master."
He Yunxiao couldn't help but look at Fei Bao with a smile. Seeing that she didn't move for a long time, he knew that he had to make a move. So he took two steps to her, bent down and took her anxious little hand.
Mmm, so soft.
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