Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Chu Huaizhou didn't say anything, just stood calmly and indifferently under the tree, his back straight, dignified and elegant.

Looking at the still slightly childish Xiao Jingxuan, his eyes fixed on him, he walked towards him slowly and timidly.

He smiled and asked, "Xianzun, why are you standing here alone? The other Xianzun have gone to the main hall to choose disciples."

Chu Huaizhou's first thought was that this kid was quite outgoing. After a pause, he said, "I don't choose a disciple."

"Oh, that's such a pity." The young Xiao Jingxuan lowered his head, seeming a little surprised and a little disappointed.

The pure white camellia flowers were falling one by one, disrupting Chu Huaizhou's focus.

After a while, the young man raised his head again, his eyes full of light, "You are beautiful, I like you, I want to be your disciple."

Chu Huaizhou was stunned for a long time by the words, which he didn't know whether they were sincere or false. He opened his mouth, but his voice was hoarse.

The young man could not understand the shock in his heart, and smiled even warmer than the sunshine in winter, and then asked: "Immortal Venerable, what is your name?"

Unfortunately, before he could answer in person, Xiao Jingxuan was abducted and taken away by Ye Cijing.

Ten years later, perhaps the words "I like you" at that time were just a young man's appreciation of beauty, which has a very different meaning from what it has now.

But Chu Huaizhou, who had never felt warmth, kept thinking about it in his heart, and the word "like" changed.

It turned out that the junior master uncle had treated him differently since then.

Chu Huaizhou was always in an inconspicuous corner, his eyes uncontrollably falling on Xiao Jingxuan, full of affection and love.

But every time Xiao Jingxuan looked back, he was able to avoid their eyes meeting each time as if he had foreseen the future.

Xiao Jingxuan was really not stupid at all, and he didn't notice anything strange about him.

He was not completely blind, and he could not even see the red tips of his ears, which were slightly hidden under his black hair.

I even felt that this Immortal Master Yunlan always ignored me. Did he look down on me?

"Junior Master, I..." Xiao Jingxuan sobbed and hyperventilated, opening his mouth and gasping for air.

The sadness in his eyes was like the fallen leaves in autumn, quietly falling and silently filling his heart.

It was as if a heart was being tightly grasped by someone, and then taken out decisively, still lying in the snow and ice.

Tears were streaming.

Chu Huaizhou felt that his palms, which were soaked by his tears, began to hurt again, and the pain went all the way to the bottom of his heart, making him flustered.

He slowly walked closer and raised his hand to cover the other person's mouth, "Stop crying, breathe through your nose, you are overbreathing."

The corners of his eyes were red and his pupils were moist, like two condensed morning dewdrops, sparkling with a sad and beautiful light.

Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes, and everything seemed to become hazy and blurred.

Only his junior uncle was in his eyes, as clear as a burning brand.

"do not Cry."

Chu Huaihou closed his eyes tightly, tilted his head back, raised his chin slightly, and kissed the back of his own hand, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

The warm and ambiguous breath sprinkled on Xiao Jingxuan's face.

Even though their palms were apart and their lips didn't even touch, Chu Huaizhou's face was still flushed and his eyes were blurred with shame.

His mind was a little fuzzy, and it was precisely because of this confused state that he could say some words without restraint.

"If you want a handkerchief, I'll give it to you. If you want me, I'll give it to you too." Chu Huaizhou lowered his head and whispered softly.

He lingered again and kissed her slowly. This time, he released his hand that was covering Xiao Jingxun's mouth.

Chu Huaizhou's actions were very domineering. He gently held the boy's slender neck with one hand, but his kiss was very innocent.

It was gentle and cautious, like morning dew kissing the flower petals, light yet tentative.

Their lips stuck together, caressing, rolling, exchanging each other's breathing frequency.

Xiao Jingxuan sincerely opened her mouth and held his lower lip like a primary school student eager to show off.

The rough thumb gently stroked Chu Huaizhou's Adam's apple, causing him to slightly open his lips to respond to him.

I don’t know how long they kissed, but Chu Huaizhou felt a little unsteady on his feet, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

Xiao Jingxuan suddenly picked him up. At that moment, Chu Huaizhou wrapped his long legs around his waist unconsciously, as if he had learned it by himself.

"Ah... um... Xiao Jingxuan... is about to fall..."

His voice was terribly sweet, so soft and irresistible.

Deep in the soft bed, the warm palm was still on the waist, reaching the skin through the thin clothes.

The two of them were leaning against each other, too close to each other. The ambiguous posture made Chu Huaizhou's back and shoulders suddenly tense.

The breathing sound beside his ears became hotter and hotter. He turned to look at Xiao Jingxuan, only to see that his eyes were full of expectation and desire.

He stared at him closely, and Chu Huaizhou saw his own blushing cheeks through his pupils.

Those misty eyes and lips that were red and swollen from the kiss just now.

The warm smell seems to spread along with the fermentation that melts into the air and unravels.

"Junior Master... no... Chu Huaizhou..."

He looked at him, then suddenly raised his arm, hooked his neck and pulled him in front of him.

The man's hot residual warmth filled his arms, burning his face red, his heart pounding, and his whole body stiff.

Chu Huaizhou immediately regretted it at this moment, and was stunned. He quickly retorted: "No... I don't want to..."

Xiao Jingxuan stared at him blankly. He had never seen Chu Huaizhou like this before.

He was wearing a sky-blue white robe, which only highlighted his snow-white skin, and his soft and shiny black hair fell to his waist.

She has bright eyes and white teeth, a misty look at the corners of her eyes, and thin lips that are so red that they seem to be dripping with blood.

All of this was because of him. Even just thinking about it made Xiao Jingxuan extremely excited.

Through Chu Huaizhou's eyes, he saw a sea, a peaceful world, and a clear reflection of himself.

He smiled lightly, his eyes were clear and bright, with a hint of smile in them, and the sunlight seemed to blend into his eyes.

Xiao Jingxuan lowered his head to bite his ear, rudely and fiercely, with an unusual strength, "Little Master, tell me you like me."

Chu Huaizhou hissed twice in pain, and his awkward sense of shame began to play tricks on him again. He was thinking in his mind how to push him away.

When he turned his head, he saw Xiao Jingxuan's profile, with sharp and smooth contours, and traces of tears that had not yet completely dried.

Yes, Chu Huaizhou’s useless heart was soft and in a mess, like the first melting spring water.

He pinched his sleeves tightly with his fingers, opened his mouth nervously and shamefully, and said in a very soft voice, "I like... you."

Xiao Jingxuan's arms lost their strength, and his whole body weight pressed on him, his black hair tangled around his bony fingers.

The thin eyelids cast a shadow of candlelight, and she said in a drawling voice: "What did Junior Master say? I didn't hear it clearly."

Chu Huaizhou pushed the "dog head" away and stared at the pair of smiling eyes with displeasure.

An inexplicable anger rose in his heart, and without hesitation, he kicked this arrogant man off the bed.

He pulled the messy robe on his shoulders, his eyes flushed slightly red, and he said coldly, "If you can't hear clearly, forget it!"