Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

The smell of rust spread to his mouth, Qingyuan licked his lips slowly, he lowered his eyes, his eyes were like peach blossom wine in March, full of intoxication.At this time, he licked the blood off his lips slowly, with an indescribable color on his face.

"What do you think?" Brows raised slightly, and he looked up at He Louming with a cold expression on his face.

He Louming's eyes were like knives, he seemed to want to pierce this indifference, but it was all in vain.

He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to use the air inhaled from his lungs to calm his aching heart, he suddenly let go of the hand that clamped Qingyuan's chin as if he lost his strength, and walked out without saying a word.

He was tall and slender, and he still walked with the wind like before, but his back was bent almost undetectably, as if the pride in his whole body had been crushed.

There was a sudden feeling of touch from behind, followed by being surrounded by someone from behind, and He Louming, who was originally calm, struggled violently as if he had been scalded.

He vigorously pulled the hand on his waist, his eyes were fierce like a little wolf, he panted violently, and desperately shook the hand on his waist like an iron lock, but in the end it was all futile, he was just caught Qingyuan picked it up by the waist, and then put it on the bed.

He Louming suddenly felt tired, and a sense of powerlessness swept over his whole body, as if he had been soaked in a swamp, every step was full of sleepiness.

In the past, he also walked, and he was tired from walking. It doesn't matter if Qingyuan doesn't move, he just needs to take a few more steps.

But the only thing he can't do is watch him struggle in the love net with cold eyes, and leave when he is caught in it, take all his desires, pains, and demands into his eyes, and then walk away dispirited like after watching a play open.

He Louming covered his eyes with his hands, and said in a tired voice, "I have liked you since I was your disciple." I like you very much, the feeling of liking overflows in my chest, and it is uncomfortable for people who are sore and swollen.

His throat was dry, and every word he said seemed to involve a bloody heart, every word was stabbed at him like a knife, "You feel disgusted by my disciple's feelings for Master, right? "

Before Qingyuan could answer, he seemed to be finally unable to bear it, and slowly curled up, sobbing in his voice, like a wronged child, "If you feel disgusting, drive me out, don't want me anymore, you still Said that I will have nothing to do with Tian Yizong in the future."

In the end, the voice dropped, and it was already broken and out of tune.

Qingyuan only felt that the soft place in his heart was being pricked, he stretched out his hand to pull away the hand covering He Louming's eyes, his palm was as cold as frost on the eaves in winter.

After using some strength, just as he held that hand in his hand, the room was suddenly filled with black air. In an instant, it was like going from day to night all of a sudden, and he couldn't see anything.

Qingyuan groped and touched the wetness on He Louming's cheeks, he paused, slowly lowered his head, and gently sucked away the slightly salty liquid, his soft lips moved down slowly, prying gently She opened her teeth, and lingered with him gently and comfortingly.

As soon as the kiss was closed, only the sound of their breathing was entangled, and even their heartbeats gradually merged, and they could no longer tell each other apart.

In the darkness, He Louming felt Qingyuan laying down beside him, patting gently as if coaxing a child, "No, He Louming." His voice was low and gentle, like a ray of moonlight shining into him. into the pool, "I've never felt sick, ever."

Whether it was Qingyuan at the beginning or Qingyuan today.

That was when I left Yunfeng, Xuemo came to visit, she was always casual, she seemed to say something that day that she wanted to form a Taoist couple with Qingyuan.

Knowing her temperament, Qingyuan didn't refute her, but just laughed it off.

But He Louming took it seriously. A teenage boy, drunk as hell, with red eyes like a spirit rabbit, saw him, and carefully pressed his face on his back, as soft as tofu , he was afraid that he would refuse, so he only said in a low voice, "Master, can you not form a Taoist partner with Immortal Xuemo?"

At that time, Qingyuan was a little surprised that his always well-behaved disciple said these words, but he still calmed down patiently, "No, Master will not form a Taoist partner with her."

Just this one sentence made the anxious He Louming feel relieved, he smiled contentedly like a child who got candy.

He Louming curled up in Qingyuan's arms, he spoke slowly, his voice muffled, "I didn't think about it at that time." He added, "At that time, I only wanted to be your disciple."

Qingyuan patted his hand for a while, for the first time he was in a delicate mood towards the present He Louming.

It should be the second year of becoming a Taoist couple. He Louming was lying in his dormitory on Izumo Peak, his eyes were as wet as water after the consummation, and he was panting while clutching the hem of his clothes. His eyebrows and eyes were vivid, "You all Is it just a godsend?"

Before Qingyuan could answer, he said leisurely, "When I was your disciple, I spent all day thinking about how to prescribe you medicine, and then let you be responsible to me."

Qingyuan was silent for a long time, not knowing how to answer the Taoist couple's words.

He Louming was very proud, and counted for him with his fingers, "I have prepared all the snake grass, pear flower fruit, and fox grass, but there is only one devil fruit. .”

His face was full of regret, "It's a pity that this is the only thing missing, otherwise the medicine would have been prepared long ago."

Qingyuan pulled back his thoughts, gave a low cough, and patted He Louming slowly.

He Louming turned his head, with a dangerous tone in his voice, "What? You don't believe it?"

Qingyuan: ... "Believe it! Naturally believe it!"

The tone was firm and resolute, and it sounded very convincing.

He Louming seemed satisfied, hummed twice, and then slowly fell asleep.

It was another bright day, the hair of the two of them was tangled together on the bed, Qingyuan opened his eyes, and saw a face in front of him as expected.

To be honest, such an intimate gesture always makes him feel that this is not a small world, but that he has been a Taoist couple for three years.

He Louming nestled in his arms, the two of them were almost stuck together tightly, Qingyuan moved, and felt something... strange in his lower abdomen.

He looked down and was silent.

I didn't feel this way when I had spiritual power, but now I have the morning awakening.

Originally, this was normal, but the only thing that was wrong was that He Louming was very close to him, and any reaction on his body could be clearly sensed by the other party.

He carefully lifted He Louming's hand on his waist, and gently lifted the other's long leg wrapped around his leg, moving slowly. Seeing that he was about to succeed, He Louming opened his eyes, Staring at him with burning eyes.

It's a little embarrassing...

Qingyuan continued to lift the opponent's leg without changing his face, and then quickly moved aside, trying to get away with it, "Morning."

He Louming said "Good morning" slowly, then glanced down, looked away after seeing Qingyuan's reaction, stretched out his hands to hold the other's face and exchanged a lingering kiss, then pecked lightly on his lips one after another , was a little satisfied after seeing his reflection in those peach blossom eyes, and said lazily, "Do you want me to help you?"

As he spoke, he took the other person's hand and touched his lips suggestively.

Qingyuan withdrew his hand like lightning, "No need."

Why is it so troublesome to do something that can be done with the Purification Mantra?

He Louming laughed all of a sudden, with a touching smile on his brows and eyes, he looked at Qingyuan, and lay on the other side with a smile, "Tsk, Immortal Qingyuan, this is the demon world, the demon world of heavy desires."

So I don't like the set of pure heart and few desires.

Qingyuan turned his head away and silently recited the Mantra of Purifying Heart.

He Louming moved down bit by bit, then moved up slowly after seeing it, and asked hesitantly, "Why... so fast?"

Will it be gone in a while?

It doesn't make sense, his jaw was so sore that night that he couldn't bear it.

Looking at the person again, his complexion is still fair and warm, like a well-raised jade, shiny and smooth.

He Louming slowly touched his face with his palm, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction, feeling that he raised people really well.

He fiddled with Qingyuan's hair, and found that there was a touch of red on the white ears inside, like the early sun shining on the snow-capped mountains.

He Louming laid down beside his ear slowly, lowered his voice, his hot breath sprayed against Qingyuan's ear, and the tip of Qingyuan's ear moved slightly, "Do you know what it smelled like that night?"

Qingyuan froze on the bed like a clay figure.

He Louming was still whispering in his ear, licking his lips, as if recalling, "It smells like lotus, um, it's quite fragrant."

As soon as the words fell, he saw that the pink color at the tips of his ears suddenly became like cooked crabs. He Lou Ming smiled and beat the bed, his entire chest was shaking, and his wanton laughter filled the room.

Qingyuan laughed, his ears blushed, and he pushed the person away without changing his expression, "I'll go for a walk."

A steady group, with a deadly calm face, no one would have guessed that this person was so teased that he was at a loss.

He Louming rested his head on his hands, and slowly stopped laughing when he saw him go out. He licked his lips inexplicably. He had never seen this kind of Qingyuan, and in the future, he was the only one who could See you.

Even if it's...here, it won't work.

This Qingyuan looks too...really.

His eyes slowly darkened, and He Louming formed a seal with his hands, and a complicated mark was applied to himself. If Qingyuan was here, he would find that this is a magic seal that seals his consciousness, and it is generally only used in illusions.

After the seal entered his body, the darkness in He Louming's eyes receded like the tide, he tapped on the bed lightly, thinking idly, when will Qingyuan not be shy.