Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

The more he was urged, the more Xiao Jingxuan's hands and feet became uncontrollable. Not only did he break out in layers of sweat, but his fingertips were also shaking like a sieve.

Chu Huaizhou could feel the coolness of the other person's fingertips, which gently stroked the back of his neck, bringing a strange but unignorable itch.

And the sound of my junior apprentice brother's Adam's apple rolling as he swallows, and the heavy breathing that he couldn't hold back even if he tried.

Xiao Jingxuan's Adam's apple tightened slightly, filled with a fishy sweetness, slowly suppressing the emotions surging in his heart.

He closed his eyes lightly, trying his best to distract himself.

So he asked, "Uncle Junior Master, how do you usually tie your hair?"

His voice was deep and hoarse, with imperceptible forbearance and repression, and his whole body was as stiff as a stone.

Chu Huaizhou snorted softly, which sounded like the fragile whimper of a young animal falling into a wolf's mouth, or like a disdainful sarcasm.

"How difficult is it to tie your hair?" His voice was trembling. "Just lift up all your hair and tie it up with a headband."

“…………”Is this really an immortal with a sagely demeanor?

Xiao Jingxuan wanted to laugh. His junior master did things in a simple and rough way. He was ruthless even towards him.

"But you," Chu Huaizhou turned his head slightly, glanced at him, and said coldly, "Why is it so troublesome to tie your hair?"

He could naturally notice that Xiao Jingxuan's hands were moving slowly and cautiously.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, her cool fingertips always touched the back of his neck and then gently swept under his collar.

Xiao Jingxuan looked at the large lock of black hair that was already gathered in his palm, but still refused to let go, nor did he say yes, and the situation remained in a stalemate.

He stuck out the tip of his tongue, poked his back teeth, licked his lips, and then said, "I'm afraid of hurting Junior Master."

Chu Huaizhou was choked, and his voice changed from impatient and anxious to a gentler one, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt that much, please hurry up."

"Ah."

In fact, Xiao Jingxuan had already helped him comb his hair neatly, but he seemed to be frozen and was reluctant to take the next step.

He gently stroked Chu Huaizhou's soft and long hair, his eyes greedily falling on his white and slender neck.

The two were so close that Xiao Jingxuan could almost clearly see the tiny white hairs on his skin.

The lines of his neck were smooth and graceful, as delicate and smooth as ivory, the skin was very thin, and the joints were clearly visible.

He didn't even dare to think about it. What a beautiful scene it would be if two rows of sharp teeth marks and light rose-red traces were left on such a beautiful back of the neck.

Xiao Jingxuan suddenly felt his teeth itchy, so he rubbed them against each other and pressed the tip of his tongue hard against his hard upper palate.

The little picture album that I used to peek at while hiding in my bed in the middle of the night now flashed before my eyes one picture after another, like the prologue of a movie.

That pile of pornographic pictures occupied his brain, and when it was fed back to his eyes, his heart was replaced by that cold and extraordinary face.

Chu Huaizhou was frozen like this for a long time, and then he asked reluctantly, "What? It's not done yet?"

Xiao Jingxuan came back to his senses, his cheeks and neck suddenly turned red, and he coughed twice unnaturally, "Well, Junior Master, okay... okay."

He took the headband and jade crown from Chu Huaizhou's hand and quickly tied his hair.

But Chu Huaizhou was born with a pure and innocent heart. He waved his sleeves doubtfully and asked, "What's wrong with your voice?"

Xiao Jingxuan's eyes were a little red, and he no longer dared to look at him. He shook his head like a mentally retarded person: "It's okay."

The human body's mechanisms showed normal physiological reactions, making it impossible for him to stay in this room any longer.

The faint scent of tea roses filling his nostrils made him feel fascinated, not to mention Chu Huaizhou's well-proportioned and powerful figure right in front of him.

Xiao Jingxuan's Adam's apple moved slightly, and his eyes, which were as quiet as a deep pool, flashed with surging waves.

He bowed respectfully, trying to use this method to warn himself and make himself more sober. This was a person he should respect and he must not make any mistakes or indulge in lustful thoughts.

He lowered his head and spoke softly, "Master Junior, if everything is alright, I'll leave first."

Chu Huaizhou was looking for something beside his bed, but his bed was so messy that it seemed difficult to find it for the time being.

Perhaps she was so focused on her search that she didn't hear him and didn't answer him.

Xiao Jingxuan slowly stood up, tiptoed out of the room, stood outside the door, and looked back again.

Chu Huaizhou was still bent over the bed, his slender waist slumped down and his long legs stretched straight.

His body is slightly arched, like a cat stretching.

The desire for possession kept churning in his heart, and the hot blood rushed to his forehead, but in the end he just closed his eyes.

After calming down a little, he closed the door gently, did nothing, and left.

After a long time, Chu Huaizhou straightened up, holding something tightly in his hand, his ears a little red.

Still with his back to her, he pretended to be indifferent and said, "Last time you said you wanted that handkerchief, I cut a new one for you."

"From now on, don't wipe your sweat with your sleeves anymore. It's so sloppy."

The air was so quiet that there was not even a sound of wind. He noticed something was wrong and turned back, but the room was already empty.

"When... did he leave?" Chu Huaizhou murmured to himself, with unspeakable bitterness and pain in his heart.

He sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his head silently, bent his soft back, and let out a long sigh from his throat.

The dim candlelight flickered, making his figure even slimmer. His eyes were filled with sorrow, and his long, thick eyelashes never blinked.

His eyes were sparkling, and I felt pity for him, but the beauty seemed not real, and it seemed sad and broken for no reason.

"Maybe he just said it casually and didn't take it to heart at all."

Chu Huaizhou muttered to himself as if in a dream, and looked down at the handkerchief that was embroidered stitch by stitch with great care.

I was the only one who was still thinking about it all the time. I stayed up for two nights and finally embroidered it.

Chu Huaizhou sneered at himself and threw the handkerchief back onto the complicated bed.

"Xiao Jingxuan..." His pale thin lips trembled for a few moments, but in the end he said nothing.

Outside the window, a cold autumn wind blew up, rolling up the handkerchief and covering the pure white, delicate camellia.

After the "unfaithful man" Xiao Jingxuan left his junior master's room, he rushed straight to the bathroom.

He fetched a bucket of cold water, took off his clothes, and without thinking twice, lifted him up high and poured water over his head.

I poured two large buckets of cold water, but for some reason, it didn't have any effect at all.

The raging fire and anxiety that was burning in his body not only did not subside, but instead grew more intense, almost burning away his sanity and completely depriving him of it.

The messy hair stuck to both sides of his cheeks, adding a sense of dejection and decadence to his three-dimensional and sharp facial features.

Xiao Jingxuan was breathing heavily, leaning dejectedly against the wooden door, with that cold and otherworldly face all he could see.

"Uncle Junior Master, I seem to have...thoughts that I shouldn't have."

Amid the sticky and vague sounds of longing, his mind was filled with thoughts of Chu Huaizhou's indifferent eyes, his cool figure, his long and powerful legs, and his seemingly soft but firm waist.

In extreme agony, he finally gave up like a deflated ball, lowered his eyelids, and slowly reached out to touch the hot...