After the rebirth, the delicate master is really fragrant by the apprentices

"Is it touching the wound? Master don't move, let me see."

Ye Junyan lifted his robe, and there was not a single trace on his snow-white chest.

Ye Junyan's eyebrows frowned slightly, could it be pain inside?

Jun Qianyin leaned against the young man's arms with half-closed eyes, embarrassment flashed across her clear pupils.

The tone was weak, "Ah Yan, Master only healed my external injuries, but not my internal injuries."

Ye Junyan became nervous again, his deep black pupils were full of worry, "Master, I'll go and call the Lord, and I'll definitely heal your internal injuries."

Jun Qianyin's gentle face froze for two seconds, and she grabbed the boy's arm with one hand, "No need Ah Yan, Master, he is already very tired, let him rest for a while."

He was just talking casually, but he didn't expect Ah Yan to be so nervous.

However, my heart is still a little sweet...

Ye Junyan still had a worried expression on his face, and his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, "But Master will be very painful."

Master is most afraid of pain, also afraid of suffering, also afraid of heat, and also afraid of cold.

Master's body is also the most delicate, so he has to sleep on the softest quilt and wear the smoothest clothes.

Jun Qianyin grabbed the boy's hand and put it on her chest, "Ah Yan is with Master, it won't hurt if you rub it with Master."

His Ah Yan is so good and outstanding, he is reluctant to pass it on to others, even if he only has a lifespan of a few decades, he is also reluctant.

Jun Qianyin wants to work hard again, to make him fall in love with her again.

A warm touch came from the palm of his hand, and Ye Junyan's ink pupils trembled slightly.

The robe of the person in front of him was already half covered, and my hands were placed on his smooth skin.

so soft...

Ye Junyan's ink pupils were dark without a trace of light, and his other hand had already wrapped around Jun Qianyin's weak and boneless waist.

Shortness of breath!

Heart, beating wildly!

Jun Qianyin raised her eyes, her eyes met, Ye Junyan immediately turned her gaze away.

Afraid that Master could see the emotion in his eyes.

Immediately withdrew his hand, sat up suddenly from the bed, turned his back, "Master... this is not good."

With Master's appearance like this, he can't help but become animalistic, what if he hurts Master.

Jun Qianyin's clear eyes were full of disappointment, and she leaned back on the bed, playing with her hair boredly with one hand.

This can be tolerated, that is the last reason, Ah Yan really doesn't like him.

Ye Junyan saw that Jun Qianyin was a little angry, and sat on the edge of the bed, explaining hesitantly, "Master, it's not that Ah Yan doesn't want to help you, it's just..."

Jun Qianyin shrank her body under the quilt, "It's just that men and women can't kiss each other, Ah Yan should stay away from Master."

Ye Junyan's heart ached, and he hugged everyone including the quilt in his arms, "Master, Ah Yan is afraid of hurting you, Ah Yan won't do those things."

Jun Qianyin stretched out her snow-white arm and grabbed the boy by the collar.

"Then Ah Yan sleeps with the master, the pain will not hurt when the master falls asleep."

Ye Junyan's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and finally he untied his belt, took off his coat, and lay down on the bed.

For him, it was a sweet torture. The person he loved the most was lying in his arms, but he couldn't move.

(Or not a man!)

Jun Qianyin's whole body was nestled in Ye Junyan's arms, with her arms around the boy's waist.

It may be because he is just an ordinary person, so he falls asleep very fast.

Ye Junyan looked at the sleeping figure in his arms, a perfect and exquisite face, black butterfly-like eyelashes curled up slightly, like a row of small fans.

He leaned over and planted a light kiss on those crimson lips.

At most three days, he will come back to accompany Master.

Master left him, and he might not even be able to eat.

With a wave of his healthy arm, he hugged the man tightly in his arms, as if wanting to blend into his flesh and blood.