Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Chu Huaizhou was shocked for a moment, even stunned for a moment. He did not immediately close the book and throw it on the culprit's head.

He accidentally glanced at the line of neat and elegant small characters marked on the side of the picture, and it appeared before his eyes again.

The memory is fresh.

"The key to this posture is the perfect control of waist and abdominal strength, as well as the tricky position."

While he was stunned, Xiao Jingxuan's smile gradually deepened, and he asked in a sly tone, "Little Master, do you look good?"

"I saw that Junior Master-Uncle seemed to be enjoying the food very much. Could it be that he has experienced the fun of it?"

After he finished speaking, he sneered, his eyes revealing arrogance and mockery, he raised the end of his eyebrows provocatively, and his tone was lazy.

"Master Junior, this is just the most relaxing and joyful one. There are many more before it. Would you like to take a look?"

"Are you interested?"

The next second, Chu Huaizhou threw the ancient bamboo slips and book at his grinning face, his fingertips trembling with anger.

Veins popped out on his forehead, his voice trembled, he pointed at the open door and shouted angrily! "Get out! Get out!"

Xiao Jingxuan reacted quickly, and immediately used his spiritual power to dodge away. He took the opportunity to pretend that he had not done it on purpose, and put his hand on the other person's chest.

His every move was full of frivolity and deliberate teasing, "Little Master, please don't be angry first."

Chu Huaizhou stopped moving because of shock, and he felt angry.

The chest under his palm rose and fell violently, and Chu Huaizhou's eyes were frozen with frost, "I told you to get out!"

"In this instant, I suddenly understood the formation in my mind. Although Junior Master Uncle didn't help much, I still want to thank you."

"No need." Feeling the warmth of Xiao Jingxuan's large palm, Chu Huaizhou's expression became even uglier, "Get out."

"Since Junior Master is so heartless, don't blame me for being disloyal."

Xiao Jingxuan frowned frivolously, and his voice pretended to be low and hoarse, with a long and slow ending.

Her eyes lingered on him, as if she was thinking about her next move.

He smiled faintly, and with his free hand, he took out the small picture book and placed it on Chu Huaizhou's desk.

"I think Junior Master is actually interested, but he is pretending to be reserved because I am here, right?"

"But it doesn't matter. I'll leave the things here for you. After I leave, you can savor them slowly~"

Chu Huaizhou, whose cheeks were flushed red, felt as if he was being tightly sealed by the hand placed on his heart.

For a long time she didn't make any resistance, she just stared at him and roared fiercely but without any power.

"Get out!"

Xiao Jingxuan is a shameless person. He will never listen to nice things said to him. He refuses to accept toasts and insists on drinking the penalty wine.

"Hey, don't be anxious, little master uncle. I have something important to do before I leave."

He lifted his eyelids nonchalantly, and looked at him with deep eyes full of scrutiny, as if he was observing a plaything.

Chu Huaizhou had some doubts in his heart, which he did not show, so he looked at him with cold eyes, stunned.

Coming back to his senses, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped the other person's dirty hand, "Don't touch me!"

Xiao Jingxuan immediately pulled his hand away, but before leaving, he took the opportunity to wrap his fingertips around the moon-white silk ribbon and deliberately lifted it up.

"Hua La——" A small sound was heard, the belt was pulled away, and the sky-blue robe scattered.

The even and tight upper body he imagined was not visible, but a snow-white undershirt that faintly outlined the curves of the body.

But it’s also cool, Xiao Jingxuan thought.

He grabbed Chu Huaizhou's belt, said nothing, and ran away without looking back.

The ribbon embroidered with silver-white floating clouds flutters in the wind, making people feel distracted and have wild thoughts.

Chu Huaizhou's face turned red. He looked at Xiao Jingxuan who was walking away in disbelief and cursed him fiercely.

He was holding a grudge and had nowhere to vent it.

A breeze blew in slowly from the half-open window, opening the palm-sized picture album on the desk.

When Chu Huaizhou lowered his eyes to tidy up his robe, he happened to see it inadvertently and kicked the desk over.

With the help of the wind, the filthy album continued to show its extraordinary qualities.

It seemed that he hoped to gain the favor of his new master, but unexpectedly, what he got was indeed dirty soles of his boots.

Chu Huaizhou kicked it very far away until it slid into the corner and disappeared from sight, and then he stopped.

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Time passed, and two or three years later, Chu Huaizhou was standing in the darkness, holding a dim lamp.

When I take a closer look at these memories that once seemed humiliating, I find that they are as sweet as honey and are marinated in my heart.

Everything described above was an area that Chu Huaizhou had never set foot in. He didn't even know that two men could do this.

There are tiny words on the side of each page, neat and tidy, revealing some of the youthfulness and childishness that has not faded.

Most of the content written is about what is the key point of this posture, or, "If it is a man, this posture will be difficult to achieve."

It’s just a pity that so much time has passed that many of the words have become blurred and faded, making them difficult to read.

Looking at these crowded and densely packed marginal notes and annotations, Chu Huaizhou simply couldn't imagine it.

At that age, Xiao Jingxuan had already studied these things thoroughly, and now he has reached the same level of perfection.

He left only one candle, brushed away the miscellaneous items on the bed, crossed his legs, straightened his back, and sat in the center.

His face was gloomy, his eyes were heavy, and he was as serious as if facing a great enemy.

After hesitating for a moment, he lay down with his clothes on and imitated the posture of one of the people on the screen.

However, just the first movement of spreading his legs made Chu Huaizhou blush and unable to go on.

He was hesitant in his heart: Forget it, I might as well not learn it. I can at least get a general idea by taking a look.

Thinking of this, Chu Huaizhou sat up upright again, and his expression returned to indifference, as if nothing had happened just now.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and slowly opened his eyes slightly.

Before he had time to take a closer look at the two bodies entangled in each other, a sound suddenly came from outside the room.

In the quiet night, the tiny sound seemed particularly scary, not to mention that Chu Huaizhou was doing such a thing.

As if his sense of shame suddenly returned, Chu Huaizhou threw the open album away.

He immediately blew out the candle to create the illusion that he had gone to bed.

Chu Huaizhou quickly lifted the quilt and got in without hesitation. He stretched out his slightly cool hands and pinched his hot, blood-red ears.

While he was trying to find a way to ease his shameful state, he was looking forward to hearing a knock on the door.

But after waiting for a long time, my cheeks were no longer red, my ears were no longer hot, but there was still no movement.

Chu Huaizhou climbed up with the quilt on his head...