Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Xiao Jingxuan groaned in pain, bent his waist, put his hands on the table legs, and slowly squatted down.

He looked like he was in great pain. Chu Huaizhou only remembered at this moment that this man had just recovered from a serious injury and woke up not long ago.

She hurriedly pulled his arm, her voice trembling with fear, "Xiao Jingxuan? Are you okay?"

"Did I kick you in the wound? Did I... hurt you? Do you want to get up and let me see?"

Chu Huaizhou was nervous, anxious and self-blaming. Suddenly, his outstretched hand was grabbed and his half-squatting body leaned forward.

He was caught off guard and fell forward, landing heavily on Xiao Jingxuan. Even though there was a mat under him, he still felt the pain.

The painful emotions on the face so close to him were completely gone, replaced by a frivolous, playful smile.

"Uncle Junior Master, I'm not in pain. The wound has healed a long time ago."

Chu Huaizhou realized that he had been fooled by him and got up angrily. Unexpectedly, his left foot stepped on the left wide sleeve.

She fell heavily back into Xiao Jingxuan's arms, her chin hitting his strong chest.

"Little Master." Xiao Jingxuan narrowed his eyes and smiled maliciously, "So you are so attached to my embrace?"

However, the consequence of the verbal attack was that Xiao Jingxuan and his tofu pudding were both kicked out of the room.

"Master Junior." He let his hair down and knocked on the door in a wronged manner, knocking rhythmically, "I won't talk nonsense anymore."

"Uncle Junior, I was wrong."

A moment later, he stood by the equally locked window again, begging in a low voice, "Junior Master, this bowl is too hot to hold."

After hearing this, Chu Huaizhou touched the bottom of his bowl of tofu pudding and found it was only warm.

He would do anything to achieve his goal and could even come up with such a low-level excuse.

Chu Huaizhou deliberately ignored him and didn't hear him speak for a long time. He thought that he had lost his patience and left.

He was a contradictory person. The other party had already left as he wished, but he was a little disappointed. Yet, holding on to a glimmer of hope, he opened the door.

Xiao Jingxuan did not leave. He was dancing with a fan in front of the pavilion.

He originally had a ruffian look, and no matter how he decorated himself, he could not resemble a young master from an aristocratic family or a scholar.

However, at this moment, the Xuanji fan was held in his hand, adding a bit of gentlemanly temperament, gentle as jade, and unparalleled in the world.

He soared into the air, spun in the air, and waved out a brilliant curtain of light, like stars falling from the sky.

Then the bamboo fan was waved, and a dazzling light shot up, no less powerful than the sword energy, as if it was about to merge with the morning sun in the sky.

Then, he raised his hands in an elegant arc and waved towards the tall camellia tree next to him.

There was a slight "whoosh" sound in the ear, and the tree trunk shook slightly, but at first there was no change at all.

However, not long after, the white and elegant petals floated down slowly in the gentle south breeze.

Perhaps the gentleness of the world is both the quiet joy after the spring breeze and the slight melancholy caused by the flying rain and falling flowers.

The fallen petals brush against the black hair, three parts winter color, two parts sink into the dust, and one part follows the flowing water, the fallen petals are colorful.

The petals filled the Fuguang Hall, flying in the sky like snowflakes, attracting many female disciples to stop and watch.

Xiao Jingxuan turned around, and among the flying petals, he saw the person who outlined the time and made his future possible.

The camellia is beautiful, and the junior master standing under the pure white fallen petals is even more beautiful.

Xiao Jingxuan put away the Xuanji fan, ran over happily, and called out as if to ask for credit and reward: "Little Master, does it look good? Do you like it?"

Chu Huaizhou was wearing white clothes and silk shoes, with a tall and graceful figure, and his long, ink-black hair fell to his waist, tied up with just a jade hairpin.

Every move he makes is of the upright and elegant gentleman style.

He closed his eyes, as if trying to suppress some emotion, and there was a hint of arrogance in his thin lips.

"Do you think it's beautiful to see flowers falling all over the ground?"

Xiao Jingxuan heard a hint of anger in his slow tone and cautiously probed: "Little Master, are you angry?"

Chu Huaizhou remained calm, and there was no sign of anger on his handsome face, making him difficult to read.

He thought to himself, if I get angry over such a small matter, wouldn't it make me look petty?

So, he refused to admit it.

He said coldly: "I'm not angry."

"But why did you knock down my flowers? They were clearly blooming well on the tree."

Chu Huaizhou looked at him with squinted eyes at this moment, his eyes were not eyes, and his nose was not a nose.

"I..." Xiao Jingxuan scratched the back of his head, unable to find any excuses. Mainly because he didn't want to make any glib excuses in front of his junior uncle.

He knew that Chu Huaizhou had come out, so he deliberately waved the fan to blow away the gorgeous white camellia flowers that were blooming all over the tree.

I had only seen it in storybooks before, and it sounded so romantic that I couldn't help but feel envious.

I just found the opportunity today, standing under a tree full of flowers with my junior master-master, and thought about giving it a try.

But the effect is minimal, and it even seems to be completely different from the plot in the book.

The protagonist could no longer control his emotions at this moment, and rolled onto the bed with kisses and hugs, while his junior master seemed to be angry at this moment.

Xiao Jingxuan lowered his head and admitted honestly and sincerely: "I think this is very romantic, and I thought Junior Master would like it."

Chu Huaizhou's eyebrows were like distant mountains, and his eyes were slightly lowered to hide the soft ripples in his eyes.

He suppressed the soft light in his eyes and said calmly, "If you want to be romantic, just sweep up all the fallen flowers in Fuguang Hall and see if it will still be romantic."

After saying this, Xiao Jingxuan couldn't help but chuckle. So, Junior Master Uncle really liked the sight of falling petals floating and falling.

But because he didn't want to sweep the floor, he stubbornly refused to admit it and treated him, the culprit, coldly.

"Okay, I will definitely clean it thoroughly, but even if I leave the cleaning out of the way, will Junior Master still not like it?"

"I don't like it." He said almost without thinking, as if he was afraid of regretting it.

However, the tip of her ear was slightly red, and she opened her lips hesitantly, stuttering a little, "When I was dancing with the fan, I quite... quite liked it."

The word "like" seemed to be extremely hot to a cold and hard person like Chu Huaizhou.

Not only was his voice as soft as a mosquito's whistle, but when he spoke it, he seemed to want to just roll it around in his mouth a couple of times and then get away with it.

This was something that was difficult for him to say, but today he said it twice for Xiao Jingxuan, and his face turned red every time.

His fingers were tightly clasped together, and the seams and folds on the sleeves, his left toe pressed tightly against his right toe.

Seeing this, Xiao Jingxuan was overwhelmed with joy and could no longer hold back. He strode forward towards the group, bent over, hugged his knees and raised them.

He carried the man, who was still in shame, on his shoulders, quickly ran into the house, and gently placed him on the soft couch by the window.