On the Right Way to Overwhelm a Master

a little itchy.

"You like me too."

So don't forget me.

Shrinking his neck, Wu Xie choked on Zhang Qiling's words before he could think of what to say.

He silently put his hand on the other's shoulder and squeezed it hard.

What are you doing when you wake up, brother.

But the pain in his waist told him that Zhang Qiling didn't have a convulsion.Wu Xie took a deep breath, her breath was full of the smell of the other party, it was faint and nice.One of his hearts sank, realizing that the man holding him was serious.

Feeling that the hand holding him was tighter, Wu Xie sighed inwardly, stretched out his hand to comfort the child's head, just like before.

"you……"

The child is young and ignorant, he can understand, but understanding and indulgence are two different things, he will not make trouble with him.

"Stop it."

——Then Wu Xie was kissed again and again, Zhang Qiling said lightly after it was over, "You didn't reject me."

Wu Xie: "..." It seems to be.

"You didn't reject me." Zhang Qiling repeated, his eyes were full of smiles, "So, you also like me."

"Wu Xie."

The latter was shocked by what he said, because he obviously saw the other party smile, the smile was very faint, but...

very nice.

Wu Xie stared blankly at Zhang Qiling, the latter's heart was moved by his look, and he couldn't help leaning forward to kiss his mouth again.

Different from the domineering force just now, this time the kiss was gentle and lingering. Zhang Qiling stretched out his hand to hold the back of Wu Xie's head, deepening the kiss.

After kissing, someone became restless, Wu Xie pressed the hand kneading on his waist with a straight face, "I am your master."

Zhang Qiling licked his lips and said vaguely: "I know, I don't care."

Wu Xie: "..." But I care.

"Wu Xie, I want you."

Without answering, Wu Xie stroked Zhang Qiling's cheek with one hand, and he saw his own shadow and deep love in the other's black eyes.

"Okay." In the end he compromised.

Maybe he likes it too, because he can't refuse any request from this person.

……

His 【End】

The next day the sun was just right, a sliver of light came into the house, and the breeze gently brushed the rustling leaves, showing a quiet and peaceful picture, indicating a bright and beautiful future.

The pillows she lay on were soft, the sheets under her body were soft, and even the quilt covering her body was also soft.

But Wu Xie wanted to curse.

It was too intense yesterday, and now his whole body is sore, and the indescribable place below is throbbing even more faintly.

Wu Xie moved as if trying, then gave up, and simply lay on the bed with salted fish, his eyes swept over his arms inadvertently, so heroic.

Even the arms are like this, let alone other places.

Being raped by his own apprentice, Wu Xie didn't feel annoyed at all, he didn't care about anything after doing everything, not to mention that he was voluntary that night, there's nothing wrong with wishing this way if you love me.

He admitted that he also liked him, otherwise he would not have indulged Zhang Qiling in doing this.

But I am actually below, that's too much.

Although he wanted to forget it yesterday, he is a little resentful now.

There was no one in the room, and every movement of the body felt a cold touch, Wu Xie didn't even think about where Zhang Qiling had gone, and half-closed his eyes in a daze, after a while there was a clear sound in the room, and someone walked in.

The bed sank, and then a child's unique cold voice sounded, "Master."

Wu Xie opened his eyes to look at him, but didn't respond. Zhang Qiling looked in a good mood, and the corners of his mouth were rarely raised. Seeing Wu Xie looking at him, he helped him sit up and handed him the porridge in his hand.

Wu Xie glanced at the bowl of porridge, took a sip unceremoniously, the porridge was not hot, but he shook his hand after taking a sip, and almost spilled the contents of the bowl.

Zhang Qiling was taken aback by him, opened his mouth and was about to say something when Wu Xie turned his head and smacked his lips, saying quietly, "You... oh."

Zhang Qiling asked suspiciously what's the matter, but Wu Xie didn't answer, but just looked at him with eyes that hated iron for being weak.

A few days later, on a sunny day, Zhang Qiling and Wu Xie went to a remote small village. The early morning sun was warm, but the tomb was overgrown with weeds, and a dead leaf fell and circled in the air, a bit depressed color.

The words engraved on the tombstone have been eroded by time and become blurred. Zhang Qiling knelt in front of the tomb, stretched out his hand to pull out a few clusters of weeds, and knocked his head on the dirt three times steadily. After getting up, he repaired the tombstone and replaced it with a got a new one.

He didn't speak the whole time, but the sadness emanating from his body was too strong, and Wu Xie felt a little uncomfortable watching it, so he walked over and knelt down in front of the grave.

The autumn wind was bleak and cold, and the two of them knelt side by side on the icy mud, and it felt a little warm

……

A long time ago, Zhang Qiling had nothing but his lover.Later, he blew himself up and died, leaving behind a thing that was the only medium to restore his memory. Afterwards, the thing was circulated several times. He died and died, and lived and lived again. Finally, after stumbling, it finally came into his hands again.

As if in a dream, he looked at his past experience from a third perspective, and when he finally saw the ending, his heart felt like someone had dug out a big piece of it, which hurt a lot.

After waking up, there was severe pain, all over the body, even the beating muscle in the chest was no exception, but the body was surrounded by a familiar breath, gentle and warm, like a little sun, his.

Zhang Qiling opened his eyes fiercely, and then saw a familiar figure, without even thinking about reaching out to pull the person down, he blocked the person with his mouth and let out a painful cry.

Where the man couldn't see, Zhang Qiling's eyes were slightly moist.

This time, he didn't want to let go.

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