Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

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He Louming's eyes changed, and it was rare that he didn't see any unruliness on his face. His bright black pupils dilated a little, and his eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a butterfly spreading its wings.

He just put his arms around Qingyuan's neck, and there was a hint of imperceptible expectation and excitement in his voice, "You are finally going to..."

For a moment, he was distracted, but before he finished speaking, the robe was draped over his body. Qingyuan pulled the skirt for him, and stepped back a little, "Put on your clothes."

He Louming blinked his eyes, but before he retracted his hand, "You..." Why didn't you do it all of a sudden?

This rare dazed expression appeared on his face, looking a little cute, Qingyuan said with a smile, "The curse on your body hasn't gotten bigger recently."

The mantra on his back was the size of a palm, and the red lines stuck to his body like tattoos. Fortunately, they haven't grown much recently, just like last time.

He Louming: ...

He dressed sullenly, as if the person in front of him owed him money.

The expression was too stinky, even Qingyuan couldn't ignore it, and touched his Taoist companion's face, "What's wrong?"

He Louming put on a cold face, "Don't touch me."

It was so.

Qingyuan secretly remembered the place that his Taoist partner didn't like to be touched by others, and said kindly, "Okay."

He also has things that he doesn't like to be touched by others. He accepts this kind of thing very well and respects it very much.

It's just... Qingyuan was puzzled, why did his face look even uglier?

(Here is a kiss, in the comment area)

Qingyuan frowned in pain, and broke out in cold sweat.

He licked the lower lip with the tooth marks on it, and there was a bloody taste in his mouth, "How do you look like..." Dogs like to bite people like eight times out of ten, kissing first and then biting.

He Louming squinted his eyes, and said quietly, "What does it look like?"

He stared at him with more black and white eyes, and his face was gloomy, like a vicious little wolf.

Qingyuan was silent, and said with difficulty, "Like a spirit rabbit in the back mountain."

The spirit rabbit is timid and sensitive, usually small ones are clustered together like a snowball, trembling when seeing people, with red eyes, looking cute and soft.

He Louming snorted, his expression was unfathomable, and he didn't know whether he was satisfied with the answer, so he stopped talking anyway.

In the next moment, his forehead was pressed against He Louming's forehead, the skin touched, the tip of the nose touched, intimate and lingering.

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(It was deleted again here~)

After all, this kind of thing can make both of them happy.

He Louming rolled his eyes and said to himself, you know what a fart.

But he also knows that this kind of thing is already the ultimate for Qingyuan.

Qingyuan is an innate spirit body, born from the blood fusion of Taoist Ci Ning and Taoist Yuanling, and was born in a magic weapon for nourishing the soul. Not to mention that they have never done such a thing, even Qingyuan's parents may not have done it over this kind of thing.

Cultivators don't care about sex. For example, mortals reproduce in furnaces, cauldrons or demon worlds. This kind of soul-spiritual intercourse requires extreme trust between Taoist couples.

He Louming sometimes thinks that the intercourse between the two people's souls means that they are the most compatible and intimate, and he feels a little happy in his heart. Sometimes he feels that this way is too illusory. He was born of a mortal, and the way of human love has long been deeply rooted in his heart. This kind of thing always makes him feel unreal.

I was depressed for a while, and looked at Qingyuan lazily, "I'm going to retreat for a while, and I won't be able to see you during this time."

Qingyuan nodded, "Okay, you have to practice hard."

He Louming pursed his lips, his expression unpredictable, "What you said sounds like my master."

He felt a little regretful when the words slipped between his lips and tongue.

Qingyuan also fell silent, and the atmosphere in the hall froze for a moment. There seemed to be a gully between the two of them. They usually covered it and tried their best to avoid this topic, but when the veil above was lifted, it revealed the hideous and ugly face below. scars.

That was He Louming's injury, and it was also Qingyuan's injury.

Just as Qingyuan was about to speak, he saw that He Louming had disappeared into the hall, leaving the room empty and lonely.

He looked at the direction in which He Louming left, lowered his eyes, and sighed slightly.

Back then, he met 13-year-old He Louming, a proud young man with exquisite eyebrows and eyes, who grew up in a honey-like environment, with a wanton, happy smile and a high-spirited smile.

He was a little embarrassed, but more respectful and expectant, looking at Qingyuan with a pair of sparkling eyes, "Immortal, can you accept me as a disciple?"

The voice is clear and clear, like a spring hitting a rock.