Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

During the period shortly after Chu Huaizhou was resurrected, he was particularly sleepy and his spirit was very weak.

Spring happens to be a warm and sleepy season. Xiao Jingxuan was chopping wood in the yard with his bare chest.

He settled Chu Huaizhou on a stone bench under the camellia tree. Half an incense stick later, he turned around and saw that his junior uncle was looking at him with drooping eyelids.

"Master Junior, are you sleepy?"

Chu Huaizhou lifted a corner of the blanket on his body and yawned lazily like a tired cat.

"Yeah, I'm a little sleepy." He tilted his head and dozed off, his voice a little hoarse from laziness, "I've always been like this lately."

After spending a long time together, Xiao Jingxuan realized that his junior uncle had deep feelings for him, and he became more and more unruly.

"Master Junior, you don't have the energy to keep up? I didn't bother you last night, but what if you keep bothering until the early morning?"

Xiao Jingxuan said jokingly, swinging the axe in his hand continuously, and the firewood was instantly broken into pieces.

After a while, he heard no response from the person behind him. He turned his head to look at him, and found that Chu Huaizhou had fallen asleep in the chair.

Xiao Jingxuan smiled and shook his head, pulled off a towel beside him, and wiped the hot sweat from his naked upper body.

He went over and picked up Chu Huaizhou. Feeling the heat from his body, the junior master couldn't help but move closer.

Her eyes were not even opened, only her eyelashes trembled, "What are you doing? Xiao Jingxuan?"

She placed her palms on his chest and tried to push him away, but when that didn't work she leaned her head over and used him as a pillow.

There were originally quite a few thin calluses on the palms of Junior Master's hands, and even though they were just a handful, they still felt a little rough on the skin.

Now, under his careful care, he was not allowed to do any work, and the calluses were gradually digested.

Chu Huaizhou's hands felt soft and tender, yet slender and straight, with distinct joints, and looked very beautiful.

She leaned on Xiao Jingxuan's chest and pushed him lightly, which made him distracted.

Xiao Jingxuan smiled and gently reminded: "Although it is spring, the temperature seems to have warmed up a bit."

"But this season is also the most prone to catching a cold. I'll carry you back to your room and let you sleep on the couch."

"I don't want to." Chu Huaizhou muttered and opened his eyes, "It's very cold in the room. I want to sleep outside in the sun."

Junior Master's voice and tone now sound like he is acting like a spoiled brat.

Xiao Jingxuan rarely saw him like this, and his heart softened like a pool of water, flowing softly in his heart.

He lowered his head and kissed Chu Huaizhou on the eyelid, then pampered him, "Okay, then sleep outside."

"I'll cover you with a blanket, so please don't kick it off, little master."

Chu Huaizhou hesitated and tried to defend his reputation: "I know, I didn't kick the quilt."

Xiao Jingxuan's eyes hid a few traces, and he smiled maliciously, "If I find out, I will have to take special measures."

After this and that, Chu Huaizhou became more and more sleepy due to his nagging, and opened his eyes.

"What special means?" There was a thin layer of mist in his eyes.

When you yawn, the upturned corners of your eyes will turn red, forcing you to squeeze out a few physiological tears.

It looked like a pitiful person who was bullied by some special means and cried.

Xiao Jingxuan said rudely, "I just kept kissing you until Junior Master Uncle couldn't breathe."

"Then you are suffocated and wake up, and then you are asked to pick up the blanket yourself and put it on yourself properly."

Chu Huaizhou's ears turned a little red. It had been some time since he was resurrected, and Xiao Jingxuan would often say some dirty words to him.

But she never did it. Whether she hugged him or kissed him, she was always very cautious, as if she was afraid of breaking him.

This made Chu Huaizhou very dissatisfied, but he couldn't say that he wanted to do so, as he still felt very ashamed in this regard.

After hearing some dirty words so many times, Chu Huaizhou gradually became immune to them and no longer got embarrassed like before.

She murmured in defense, "I told you, I won't kick the quilt."

"I sleep at night, and when I wake up every morning, the quilt is still covering me properly."

"What evidence do you have to prove that I kicked the quilt?"

Xiao Jingxuan was amused by him and followed his words, "Okay, I won't kick the quilt. It's me who is worrying about nothing."

When Chu Huaizhou heard him say this, he took all the blame on himself, but he couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted.

He murmured, "You can't really be said to be worrying for nothing."

"Are you still sleeping?" Xiao Jingxuan was still naked from the waist up, hugging him, filled with happiness and joy.

In the air, it turns into small pink bubbles that can infect the surrounding plants.

Chu Huaizhou was a tall man after all, and he felt uncomfortable when he was hugged by his shoulders and legs.

So, with red ears, he struggled to get down, "Well, I won't sleep anymore. Do you want to continue chopping wood? Then I'll sharpen the knife for you?"

"Okay, whatever Junior Master Uncle says is what I will say." Xiao Jingxuan pursed his lips and smiled softly, "I will listen to everything."

The dusk was dim, the setting sun was blood-red, and the riverside surrounding the mountainside looked like a setting sun with a golden edge.

At this time, the moon is round and radiant, which is dazzling to the eyes like a dream. The clouds also exude a warm glow, which seems unreal.

After nightfall, a bone-chilling chill came over him, and Xiao Jingxuan added more bedding to Chu Huaizhou's couch.

After taking a shower, Chu Huaizhou came over with clothes in his arms when he happened to see this scene. The other person was fiddling with his bed.

"What are you doing?" Water was still dripping from his hair, and he paused in rubbing his hair.

Xiao Jingxuan did not look back and did not see this vivid picture at the first sight.

Still kneeling on the bed, he tried hard to smooth out the wrinkles on the quilt, muttering to himself, "Junior Master, please be serious. I have to make it neat and perfect."

"Uncle Junior Master, the temperature seems to be dropping even more tonight. The temperature difference between day and night is too big. I'm afraid it will rain at night. It will be warmer if you sleep like this."

"Warmer?" Chu Huaizhou's eyes were filled with suspicion as he stared at Xiao Jingxuan's busy back in confusion.

"If you want to be warmer, there are other ways. You don't have to put on more quilts."

He muttered softly, feeling somewhat irritated, and rubbed his hair hard.

It is always oneself who gets hurt. The majestic and awe-inspiring Immortal Lord pulled a handful of his hair off because he used too much force.

Then, he frowned tightly and screamed in pain, "Ah... It hurts, what a broken thing!"

He threw the towel on the ground, and it happened to land next to Xiao Jingxuan's left foot, immediately attracting the latter's attention.

"Junior Master, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Jingxuan almost flashed in front of him and instantly appeared in his eyes.

Chu Huaizhou was stunned. He was so frightened by his over-the-top reaction that he stuttered, "I... I'm fine."

"Are you pulling your hair? Or is your hair tangled?" He reached his hand into Chu Huaizhou's wet hair.

As he spoke, he rubbed her neither lightly nor heavily, his movements full of restrained love and suppressed lust.

"Uncle Master, wait a moment. Let me wipe it for you. Be gentle and don't tear your hair."

"Ah, oh." Chu Huaizhou seemed to be a little slow to react and answered slowly.

While someone went to get a new towel, he looked at the neatly made warm couch, his mind hazily thinking about other things.

I remember that before he was resurrected, Xiao Jingxuan would sleep with his cold body in his arms every night.

He still couldn't understand why Xiao Jingxuan's attitude towards him seemed a little colder after his resurrection.

During the day, she was very respectful and loving to him, and there was nothing unusual about him. But at night, she would make sure he slept in another room.

Chu Huaizhou looked at himself in the bronze mirror and pounded the dressing table in annoyance.

She whispered in resentment in her heart, "Damn it! Could it be that you regret it because you think I'm old and ugly?"

He suddenly remembered the book he had read recently, "Or maybe, there are other young and beautiful people out there?"

Thinking of what Xiao Jingxuan had done, he realized that he was definitely not a hot-blooded young man, and Chu Huaizhou became more certain of his thoughts.

Xiao Jingxuan came back with a dry towel, wagged his tail with a smile, and reached out from behind to rub the ends of his hair.

After rubbing for a while, he saw through the bronze mirror that Chu Huaizhou had no reaction and his facial expression became more and more serious.

I couldn't help but laugh, "Little Master, what are you thinking about? Why do you seem a little angry?"

Without saying a word or any hesitation, Chu Huaizhou raised his elbow and quickly slapped his junior nephew who was trying to show his courtesy to him.

After holding back for a long time, he finally managed to utter a sentence that shook the world, "Xiao Jingxuan! You are such an ungrateful man!"