Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Even though it was the coldest time of winter, Xiao Jingxuan still had his arms exposed, and his clothes were opened a little, revealing his honey-colored chest.

Because he was too busy and hot, his lines were smooth and his bulging muscles were condensed with tiny beads of sweat.

Seeing Yun Huai walking over, Chu Huaizhou paused not far away and watched silently.

Ever since the two of them confirmed their relationship, they have become more cautious, and even normal meetings have become ambiguous.

Whenever their eyes met uncontrollably, the strong emotions and desires in their eyes could not be easily described in ordinary words.

Therefore, when Yun Huai was present, Chu Huaizhou did not dare to move forward. He was afraid that he would be exposed with just a glance.

He was standing not far away, just in time to hear the conversation between the two.

Yun Huai asked about how to hang the lanterns and Xiao Jingxuan's specific arrangements, and suddenly asked, "Why are you blinking?"

Xiao Jingxuan replied with a smile, his voice lazy and leisurely, "Master, I didn't blink on purpose, sweat flowed into my eyes."

Yun Huai said, "It's not a big deal. You can just wipe it off. Do you need me to remind you? Why don't you have a brain?"

Without saying a word, Xiao Jingxuan pulled down his sleeves and started to rub his eyes. It was so rough that it was unbearable to look at.

Yun Huai stopped him helplessly, "Hey, you're just using your sleeves to wipe it? No handkerchief? Your cuffs are so dirty."

He looked down at his black cuffs and raised one eyebrow. "My cuffs are not dirty. It's okay to wipe them."

Yun Huai rubbed his temples and thought to himself: Why are they all so rough? Yu Changfeng is the same...

He slowly pulled out a handkerchief from his wide sleeves and handed it to the other person, "When you were a child, I cut handkerchiefs for you. Did you lose them all?"

Xiao Jingxuan just scratched the back of his head, laughed dryly twice, and said nothing.

It seems that everything is lost.

Yun Huai sighed, "Wipe it with a handkerchief."

"Master, no, no." Xiao Jingxuan didn't listen at all. He pulled his sleeves and wiped the sweat rolling down his face.

Those sparkling eyes seem to be saying, look, although it is simple, the effect is good.

Yun Huai said with disdain: "You are so unruly and unruly all day long. How can you be so decent?"

"Ah I……"

"Please keep this handkerchief and use it to wipe your hands and sweat. Don't use your sleeves to wipe them. You have no manners."

"Master, I really can't use it. Even if you give it to me, I won't think of using it."

Yun Huai's look was something Xiao Jingxuan had been afraid of since he was a child. He trembled violently and was about to compromise and accept it.

Someone exclaimed: "Hey, why is Lord Yunlan here too? Yama Avenue is so lively today."

A female disciple stretched her neck and asked, "Where is it? Where is it? Why can't I see it?"

"It's right behind Senior Brother Jingxuan, about fifty steps away."

Xiao Jingxuan seemed to have just woken up from a dream and pushed back the handkerchief that Yun Huai handed to him, "Master, no need, really no need."

"Young Master is here!" He raised his lips even higher in excitement. Yun Huai heard the voice and turned around.

Xiao Jingxuan turned around, as excited as a dog wagging its tail, "Uncle Junior Master, we are here, come quickly."

Chu Huaizhou's eyes moved back and forth between them, and he forced a smile.

He wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and no sound came out.

He wanted to walk over, but his feet felt as if they were filled with thousands of pounds of lead and he couldn't move forward even a single step.

The cold wind was blowing, and his face was cold and pale, looking a little sick. His tall figure was outlined by a white silk robe.

He stood quietly not far away, with a brilliant and dazzling glow behind him. He looked like a broken piece of jade.

Xiao Jingxuan looked into Chu Huaizhou's eyes, and his heart trembled violently. The roots of his junior master's eyes turned slightly red and a little wet.

There was a sense of confusion, bewilderment, and indifference in his pupils, like the bottom of a dry well with no life at all.

Xiao Jingxuan took two steps towards him. Chu Huaizhou pursed his lips and held the handkerchief in his hand that he had not given away.

He looked up and saw the other person approaching. Without any hesitation, he turned and left.

As he turned around, a clear, crystal teardrop rolled down from his wet eyes.

Xiao Jingxuan panicked instantly, and turned to Yun Huai in panic and said, "Master, Junior Master Uncle doesn't seem to be well, I'll go take a look."

Chu Huaizhou flew away quickly and disappeared in a moment. Xiao Jingxuan turned around and followed him.

He chased after her and shouted, "Master Junior, what's wrong? Wait for me."

Chu Huaizhou clearly understood that as a master, it was natural for Yun Huai to care about Xiao Jingxuan.

After all, as the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father.

But when he saw it today, he felt very sorry, and his throat was filled with bitterness, as if something was tearing at his heart.

Chu Huaizhou deliberately chose a path blocked by violet vines in order to avoid Xiao Jingxuan.

Sure enough, when he reached the fork in the road, he heard Xiao Jingxuan's anxious voice gradually fading away in another direction.

Chu Huaizhou then slowed down his pace with relief and took out the handkerchief embroidered with the ugly camellia from his sleeve.

This handkerchief is mainly snow-white with light sky blue as the secondary color. It looks elegant and pure.

Most of the wild camellias in the mountains have small flowers, pure white petals, light yellow cores, and a very light and elegant fragrance.

However, Chu Huaizhou was fortunate enough to see the blood-red camellia flowers blooming on the top of the snow. They were extremely gorgeous and their fragrance was penetrating.

Embroidered on this handkerchief is a bunch of blood-red tea roses.

But Chu Huaizhou's needlework skills were so poor that if you looked closely, you would see that the stitches were crooked, overlapping and broken in many places.

The final effect is barely acceptable.

Chu Huaizhou twisted the handkerchief between his fingertips and muttered, "You are so ugly that no one wants you."

"Unlike my senior brother, who is not only clever but also skilled in martial arts and has profound cultivation. Moreover, I am not as beautiful as my senior brother."

He himself didn't know whether he was talking about the person or the handkerchief. His eyes were a little dull and he crumpled the handkerchief.

"If I hadn't suddenly appeared there, he might have accepted the handkerchief from Senior Brother."

He began to have wild thoughts again.

Until the wind picked up and blew the handkerchief to the ground, Chu Huaizhou bent down to pick it up, held it in his hand and thought for a while.

He threw it away again, "Forget it, he won't want it anyway, there's no point in keeping it."

"It only adds to the sorrow and troubles."

He curled his lips into a smile, his face was pale, and there was no light in his eyes. His originally elegant face looked very broken under the warm sunlight.

The wind started to pick up, he reached out and patted his cheeks, his ears suddenly turned red, and he cursed himself in a low voice.

"Chu Huaizhou, what are you thinking about? Why are you jealous of my brother?"

He kicked the pebbles along the way in frustration, and walked absent-mindedly deeper into the path entangled with violet vines.

Even though it is winter now, perhaps because of the abundant spiritual energy, the trees have not withered, but are full of vitality and spring.