Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Xiao Jingxuan glanced at the not-so-narrow bed, sat calmly on the small wooden stool, and drank sip after sip of hot tea. He seemed inexplicably well-behaved, which made people feel as if he had been wronged in some way.

Chu Huaizhou had blown out the candle in advance, and seeing this he sighed, walked over leisurely and said, "You've been traveling for a few days, are you hungry?"

After hearing what he said, Xiao Jingxuan realized that his stomach was indeed empty and hungry. He looked up at him and nodded, "I am indeed a little hungry."

Although they are ascetics, unlike ordinary people, they need to eat three meals a day regularly. It is unreasonable for them to say that they will be hungry if they skip a meal.

He spurred his horse and galloped on his way, without eating a drop of water or a grain of rice. However, cultivators are half-humans, so hunger can be forgotten but not resisted.

"Wait a moment, I'll go to the kitchen." Chu Huaizhou thought for a moment, lifted the simple patched curtain in the inner corner of the room, and walked in.

In the dark little kitchen, he lifted the lid of the bamboo tray on the stove in the faint and cold moonlight, touched the white steamed buns he had kneaded and steamed today, and was glad that they were still warm and not hard yet.

After weighing the two slightly larger ones, he turned around and saw Xiao Jingxuan adjusting the cuffs of his arrow sleeves. He looked lazy and relaxed, with an air of "I can do everything and look down on the world".

Chu Huaizhou walked up to him with very light steps and handed him two plump, white, round buns. "Eat them quickly. They are still warm and just right for eating."

Xiao Jingxuan looked at him, then at the steamed buns, but did not reach out to take them. Instead, he asked, "Is there nothing left? Has Junior Master-Uncle eaten yet?"

One of them was standing, the other was sitting. Chu Huaizhou's thick eyelashes cast a deep shadow on his eyelids, looking down at him condescendingly, "I've eaten."

Seeing this, Xiao Jingxuan took the steamed bun and sat at the table to eat it. Because the wooden stool was too low, the boy had to straighten his back and put his elbows on the tea table.

This white flour steamed bun had no taste and was not as delicious as the ones sold in the market, but it was not difficult to swallow. It was just a little choking. He ate it in a hurry and choked, which made his chest feel stuffy and his face turn red.

Seeing this, Chu Huaizhou's mouth corners slightly curved. It was hard to tell what the smile meant, but it was definitely not a mockery. He leaned slightly towards Xiao Jingxuan and said the warm words in the coldest voice, "Eat slowly."

Xiao Jingxuan didn't understand what he was planning to do when he leaned over. He just felt that the distance between them became unusually close, and his face became even redder from choking, and he was a little overwhelmed.

After a moment, Chu Huaizhou stepped back. In his long, beautiful hands, he was holding a cup of warm tea. He refused to allow any objection or resistance, and said stiffly, "Drink some water."

He has never cared about anyone, let alone served anyone. He is not good at talking about the mundane life and warm conversations that are similar to those of ordinary people.

Xiao Jingxuan was stunned for a moment. He looked at the long fingers with clean nails with a thin layer of powder, holding the rough ceramic cup, which made him feel uneasy and guilty.

He quickly took the teacup, and swallowed the two mouthfuls of steamed bun dough that blocked his chest. He stood up, pounded his chest, and smiled at him with satisfied eyes: "Thank you, Junior Master."

"Are you full?" Chu Huaizhou looked at him calmly. It was clearly an ordinary and considerate question, but his eyes seemed to carry a stern feeling of "eat well so you can hit the road".

Xiao Jingxuan controlled the urge to step back and nodded timidly, "Eat, I'm full."

"Then let's take a rest." Chu Huaizhou flicked his sleeves and turned off the last light on the candlestick beside the table. The simple and narrow room suddenly fell into darkness.

The half-visible moon outside the window is white. It doesn't seem too dark, nor too bright. The outlines of human figures can be vaguely seen in the room.

The light dimmed, Xiao Jingxuan did not move, his voice unconsciously lowered, his voice was suppressed to be hoarse and magnetic, "Junior Master?"

Chu Huaizhou, who was also standing in front of the wooden bed in a daze, was wearing a moonlit green robe that shone brightly under the moonlight. He was in self-doubt: No, why did I turn off the lights in such a hurry...

It was not until Xiao Jingxuan called out three times in a row that Chu Huaizhou came to his senses and frowned slightly, "Why do you keep calling me?"

Xiao Jingxuan couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but from the tone of his voice, he felt that he seemed to be depressed and angry, and his heart was filled with joy.

"Junior Master, there is only one bed, right? How are the two of us going to rest?" He chose his words carefully, not wanting to blaspheme Immortal Yunlan.

But just by hearing it in other people's ears, coupled with subjective conjectures and guesses, what Chu Huaizhou realized was: he really still hated himself.

Xiao Jingxuan came uninvited in the evening. Naturally, he had not thought of finding an extra quilt during the day, and there was really no place to spread it in the hut.

Chu Huaizhou had already opened the curtains on the bed frame and said coldly, "If you don't mind, we can squeeze together tonight. This bed is not small. If you mind, you can just spend the night on the tea table."

Xiao Jingxuan glanced at the stiff wooden lump. Although he was not a spoiled young man, he had never fallen to the point of sleeping on the table at night.

Moreover, he had been rushing here almost day and night and had not had a good sleep for two nights. After struggling and thinking for a while, he moved to the side of the bed.

"Then, Junior Master will sleep on the inside, right?" Xiao Jingxuan had a faint smile on his face. He leaned closer, and his breath seemed to be spraying on his ear.

Chu Huaizhou was slightly stunned when he took off his coat, then folded it and placed it on the small square wooden table at the head of the bed. His lips moved, but he didn't know what to say, so he just turned around silently.

He saw the master's nephew's gaze fixed on his neck. The look in his eyes was very strange. It seemed icy cold, yet it felt incredibly hot; it seemed scorching hot, yet it seemed to reveal a chill.

Chu Huaizhou raised his hand and touched it. His pupils shrank slightly, and a rare hint of complexity emerged on his flawless face. Finally, he restrained himself and returned to calmness, a calmness that was extremely eerie.

He immediately understood that Xiao Jingxuan was not only looking at his neck, but also at a light sword scar on his throat near his jaw.

No matter how you look at it, it's a wound that could be fatal.

Chu Huaizhou lifted up the collar of his shirt calmly and said, "Then I'll sleep on the inside." He had already prepared thousands of perfunctory explanations in his mind.

However, Xiao Jingxuan just stared for a moment without asking anything. Then he swiftly took off his boots and coat and lay down.

The nights in the mountains were cold, and it was winter already, which made matters worse. The coarse cloth quilt was very thin and could not keep out the cold at all.

Xiao Jingxuan has a profound cultivation and still has spiritual power to protect his body, but Chu Huaizhou cannot. He is naturally afraid of cold, and recently he has set up a large number of seals, which has greatly depleted his thin spiritual power, leaving him with no spare energy to protect his body.

After lying in the quilt for a long time, he still felt cold all over, so he curled up involuntarily. The slender figure curled up into a small ball, occupying a small corner of the bed.