There are immortals at home [entertainment circle]

"I don't think so." Zhuo Fan replied without hesitation.

Zhuo Fan did have the idea of ​​separating from Le Luo, but that was at the beginning. At that time, Zhuo Fan and Le Luo were not familiar. He just regarded Le Luo as an uninvited guest, but now it is different. For him Le Luo is no longer an outsider...

In this world, Zhuo Fan is the only person who knows the true identity of Le Luo, and in Le Luo's eyes, only Zhuo Fan is the most important, like an isolated island and the tree on the island, Le Luo has no one else to rely on, Zhuo Fan I don't think I can still let the joy go.

But it is not so much a responsibility, but it is more like an idea that arises spontaneously for Zhuo Fan.

"But Zhuo Fan, you can't stay by his side forever. In the future, he will get married and have children. Even if he is immature, he must learn to be independent. And do you know what people outside say about you? They say you are not cousins ​​but lovers. "Jane Si is a little anxious.

"This identity is really inappropriate," Zhuo Fan said after thinking for a while, and then went down the stairs, "I will think about it, let's stop here."

Jian Si was a little surprised, thinking that Zhuo Fan really agreed with his point of view.

After the two went back, they saw Le Luo still obediently sitting in the living room eating fruit.

"Do you want to eat grapes?" Le Luo picked up a bunch of grapes and gave them to Jian Si.

"No need, I suddenly remembered that there is something else to do, I have to go first." Jian Si felt guilty looking at the bunch of grapes, she didn't take it, she made an excuse and left before she could sit still.

"What he just said was a lie." Le Luo suddenly said to Zhuo Fan when she saw Jian Si's back disappearing outside the door.

"How do you know?" Zhuo Fan asked.

"I can read minds." Le Luo looked around and told Zhuo Fan in a low voice when he saw that the servant was not there.

Le Luo generally doesn't read the hearts of strangers casually. Those he doesn't know or like, he is not interested in knowing what they are thinking.

"Then do you know what I'm thinking?" Zhuo Fan sat next to Le Luo.

Le Luo frowned and worked hard, and found that his little fairy power was useless on Zhuo Fan's body at all, so he shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"I'm thinking, I need to take a break," Zhuo Fan pulled Le Luo up, "The room has also been tidied up, let's take a look together."

Unlike the previous single-person apartment, this place is much more spacious, so Zhuo Fan and Le Luo can each have a room, which is very spacious and comfortable.

After Zhuo Fan sent Le Luo to the room, he went back to another room by himself. He was a little sleepy, his eyelids were a little heavy, and he fell asleep after lying on the bed. Never had a break.

But he forgot that Le Luo didn't need to rest, and Le Luo went to bed every night just to adapt to his schedule.

So when Zhuo Fan woke up, he found that Le Luo had sneaked into his room, and even arrogantly played with something on Zhuo Fan's body.

And the moment Zhuo Fan woke up, Le Luo froze on the spot as if he had done something wrong, and Zhuo Fan easily caught him with one hand.

"I just... I just wanted to see Tuer..." Le Luo explained in a panic, and wanted to hide the things in his hand secretly behind his back.

Zhuo Fan took advantage of the situation and sat up from the bed, and brought the things in Le Luo's hand——

It was an indigo men's ancient costume, which was different from the exaggerated styles in the crew. The color was relatively simple, but it was very neatly trimmed, and the style was very consistent with Le Luo's original clothes. , The feeling of detaching from the dust.

"Is this the clothes you've been making?" Zhuo Fan asked Le Luo.

"I just want to see if my disciple's figure fits well..." Le Luo saw that she was caught on the spot, so she had to admit honestly, staring down at her knees while talking, her moist lips moved, Blinking her long eyelashes, she looked like she was about to shed tears at any time, "You were wearing this outfit when you were on Wuming Peak, but now the clothes made by Xianli will definitely break if you touch them, so you can only Made of human cloth."

In fact, the reason why Le Luo came up with the idea of ​​making clothes was that one time when he was watching TV, he saw a character knitting a sweater for someone close to him, but he didn’t know how to knit a sweater, so he decided to make an ancient costume for himself. To Zhuo Fan.

In order to make this ancient costume, Le Luo secretly went to many stores to choose the right fabric, and finally chose the fabric that was most similar to his impression. Because he was not familiar with the process of making clothes by hand, he spent a lot of time learning and making The mind finally came out.

"Can I try it?" Zhuo Fan also saw that Le Luo was secretly busy during this time, so he accepted his wish.

When Le Luo heard this, he immediately raised his head and looked at Zhuo Fan. He originally thought that Zhuo Fan might not like the clothes and would even scold him for messing around, but he didn't expect that Zhuo Fan would take the initiative to say that he would try on the clothes.

"Of course." Le Luo's anxious expression disappeared, and she immediately responded happily.

When Zhuo Fan finished changing into the indigo costume and came out, Le Luo had already changed into the original white clothes. Zhuo Fan came to Le Luo and found that he and Le Luo were indeed a bit like the master and apprentice described in the book. One is upright and neat and the other is elegant and dusty, standing together is not against harmony at all.

"Teacher." Seeing Zhuo Fan put on the clothes he made, Le Luo happily threw himself on Zhuo Fan's body.

Zhuo Fan just caught Le Luo steadily as usual, but at the moment of catching it, he suddenly remembered what Le Luo said just now. Just now, Le Luo said that clothes made of immortal power, as long as they touch Zhuo Fan will break.

It was too late to hesitate whether to catch it, Zhuo Fan just wanted to avoid his sight, but found that the clothes on Le Luo's body were still in good condition, and did not fall apart and disappear as expected.

"Isn't the clothes on your body made of Xianli?" Zhuo Fan asked.

"This body is a fairy artifact, not made of fairy power." Le Luo replied with a blink of an eye.

Although Le Luo's clothes were not damaged, Zhuo Fan felt a little strange through the soft and delicate fabric, because he just thought of something beyond the friendship of "friends" or "teacher-student".

But Le Luo in his arms still didn't realize it, just seeing that Zhuo Fan didn't speak, he called him suspiciously: "Disciple?"

This intimate call reminded Zhuo Fan of the kiss on the open-air platform before—the kiss that only stayed on the forehead seemed not enough.

Far from enough.

"Master." After a long time, Zhuo Fan followed Le Luo's address, and there was a different kind of affection in that warm and magnetic voice. It was not the apprentice's respect and love for the master, but...

Love between lovers.

Then, Zhuo Fan's kiss slowly fell on Le Luo's lips.