Master will only delay my promotion

Duan Yibai grinned and conjured up a jug of wine, "Then Master, why don't you try it, it's delicious."

Never drink alcohol, so isn't the master's capacity for alcohol very bad?I don't know what Master will look like when he is drunk, whether he will blush or something.

The imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Duan Yibai is still immersed in his fantasy, but Qing Yi has already taken the flagon in his hand.

Putting the flagon away, Qing Yi said with a stern look: "Drinking is not good, Xiaobai, don't drink casually in the future."

Xiaobai's wine quality is really poor, and he keeps messing around when he is drunk.If he doesn't pay attention, if he gets drunk somewhere in the future, he doesn't know what he will do to others.

Thinking of Xiaobai's obsessive and sticky energy that night, Qing Yi deeply felt that he must lock him up.

"..." Master, if you want to spoil your interest like this.

If it weren't for the deviation, my thousand glasses of alcohol would be poured down by those small bottles of wine?

Could it be that Master was frightened by him that night, afraid that he would pester him after he was drunk?

Also, after all, Master doesn't like trouble so much.

But in this way, Duan Yibai wanted to pour a pot of wine for his self-cleaning master, and wanted to see what the master would look like when he was drunk.

There is no chance now, I will look for it later.

"Master, you don't understand now." Duan Yibai said: "Wine is a good thing, if you drink it in one pot, all your troubles will be gone."

Qing Yi said lightly: "How can it be so magical."

"Otherwise, why do so many people like to get themselves drunk?" Duan Yibai touched the stone under his body, feeling the rough texture of his hands.

"It's because when you're drunk, all your worries, sorrows, and annoyances are gone."

"But those are all fake. After waking up, the problems still exist." Qing Yi obviously disagrees with Duan Yibai's statement, "It's useless to escape, only by facing it can we completely solve it."

"But what if it can't be solved." Duan Yibai asked rhetorically: "What if it's a problem that can't be solved even with all your strength, what if it's a wish that can't be fulfilled even if a moth flies to the flame?"

"Instead of living in pain soberly, it's better to make up a dream for yourself and live happily in a daze."

If you can deceive yourself for the rest of your life, the mirror-flowers and water-moon can also become real.

Just like he used to be.

When I was young, I couldn't get what I wanted, but when I grew up, I couldn't get what I wanted, and in the end, I was paranoid and twisted.

Passionate is always hated by ruthless, people who don't like you, no matter what you do, they won't like you.

Parents are like this, and so is Master.

So Duan Yibai likes to work and revels in the happiness after completing the task.

What a great job, as long as you work hard, you will always see rewards, and it will not be a waste of time.

"..." Qing Yi was silent when he heard Duan Yibai's words.

After a while, he asked softly, "What trouble does Xiaobai want to solve?"

Duan Yibai regained consciousness from the sudden emotion, and was slightly taken aback when he heard Qingyi's question.

"Annoyance...it's gone."

When I was young, I longed for the love of my parents, but the two died early.When I grow up, I hope to have someone who loves each other deeply like my parents, but unfortunately the only master I rely on is a person who is heartless and desireless.

It's a pity that I am a selfish person who doesn't understand the feeling of dying together.

Duan Yibai neither resented nor hated, he only envied.

His wrist was suddenly seized, Duan Yibai looked over strangely, but met a pair of serious eyes.

Qing Yi grabbed Duan Yibai's wrist, and said in a low voice: "Xiaobai, you can tell the truth to Master."

"..." Duan Yibai guessed that the master was probably thinking about "sacrificing his life heroically" again.

I feel that I am still greedy for his body and want to be with him.

Duan Yibai admitted that he did have this idea, but now he is just a social animal who has not become a monk but is better than a monk.

It is not impossible to die, after all, Duan Yibai has this idea now.But he can't say it himself, Master has to realize what "sacrificing one's life" means.

Master should have a slightly different affection for him, but I am too slow to realize it at all, and focus on raising him as a child.

Shaking his grasped hand, Duan Yibai pointed the other hand to the sky.

"Master, look, the sun has come out."

Naturally, he knew that the little disciple was changing the subject again, but Qing Yi still looked towards the sky.

A light fish-belly white appeared in the sky, and the light was soft.The air in the morning is still a little humid, filled with light and floating white mist.

Just like that, the golden-red sun rose, climbing up at a speed visible to the naked eye.The morning glow sprinkled down, dyed all the scenery below with brilliance, and brought vitality.

Duan Yibai is very familiar with this kind of scene, how many sleepless days he would come here.Or leaning against the stone, or struggling to climb the stone, waiting for the sun to rise a little bit.

The daytime can always give people a sense of security. Those despairs, failures, and distortions will always fade under the sun, so as not to occupy all the hearts.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, he would return to this stone.

He remembered that he even named this stone at the time, but because he really didn't have much culture, it seemed to be called...Dabai?

Because he is Xiaobai, he named Shishi Dabai, which was the best name Duan Yibai could think of at that time.

"Dabai..." Duan Yibai read softly and laughed.

As a gift for reunion after a long absence, is he going to give Dabai a set of polishing and lubrication to show his sincerity?

Duan Yibai was immersed in the memory for a while, and didn't notice that Qing Yi's eyes had fallen on him from the sky at some point.

Qing Yi looked at the curvature of Duan Yi's white lips, and those dark eyes were also stained with joy.

It was really rare to see the little disciple smiling so carelessly, Qing Yi unconsciously tightened the hand that was still on Duan Yibai's wrist.

I haven't noticed yet, but there is also a smile on my brows and eyes.

The sun finally climbed into the sky, and the sky was completely bright.

Duan Yibai felt a little stiff from sitting, and wanted to stretch, but found that one hand seemed to be grabbed by something.

Looking down, it was only then that he realized that Master was still holding his hand.

Is there any mistake? How long has it been? Could it be that Master is addicted to holding hands?

"Master?" Duan Yibai tried to twitch his wrist, but couldn't break free.

Qing Yi didn't let go, and said flatly: "Xiaobai hasn't answered the question about being a teacher yet."

The implication is very clear, don't let me go if you don't tell the truth.

"..." Good guy, he thought he had gotten away with it, but the master came to settle the score after the fall.

This is definitely summing up the experience of dealing with him.

Duan Yibai turned his wrist, glanced at Qing Yi with a smile, flipped his hand, and suddenly moved his fingertips along the place where the two touched.

Passing by the wrist, fingertips penetrated into the wide sleeve, and stroked Qing Yi's arm lightly.

"!" Qing Yi subconsciously let go of her hand and grabbed Duan Yibai's paw.

Adjusting his sleeves, he gave Duan Yibai a disapproving look, "Don't mess around."

"Didn't the Master grab the disciple first?" Duan Yibai said, pulling up a part of his sleeves, and said with a smile: "If the Master is uncomfortable, you can get it back."

"..." Glancing at Bai Shengsheng's arm, Xiaobai's painting inexplicably appeared in Qingyi's mind.

The whole body is so white, but some places are pale pink

"Cough..." Looking away, Qing Yi said lightly, "Xiaobai, you are disobedient."

"How can you be disobedient." Duan Yibai had an exaggerated expression on his face, as if he had been greatly wronged, "This disciple obviously listens to Master's words very much."

Covered by a shadow in front of his eyes, Qing Yi propped himself on the stone with one hand, leaning towards Duan Yibai.

Eyelashes half closed, Qing Yi's posture was slightly oppressed.

"Since Xiaobai is obedient, then tell the truth to Master."

"Gudong..." Duan Yibai swallowed.

With this imaginative and terrible posture, he almost thought that the master was going to kiss him forcefully.

Unconsciously, he moved back, but the distance was still close enough to make up a million-word obscenity.

If you want to die, every time the master is provocative, you don't know it.Relying on his beauty, he killed people indiscriminately.

Duan Yibai, cheer up!

Duan Yibai cheered himself up in his heart, you are one of the best employees under the lord god, how can you soften the sense of deterrence that comes with a little bit of beauty and master status.

Taking a deep breath, I suppressed the little nervousness.

Looking up into Qing Yi's eyes, Duan Yibai smiled lightly, not only did not back away, but suddenly moved forward.

Lips moved close to Qing Yi's ear, exhaled hot air, and asked in a low voice: "Then what truth does Master want to hear?"

Sensing that Master's body seemed to be slightly stiff, Duan Yibai decided to take advantage of the victory to pursue.

The paw quietly touched Qing Yi's chest, and poked lightly with his fingertips through the layers of clothes.

My mother, this muscle is so elastic.Duan Yibai sighs secretly

Just when Duan Yibai felt that victory was in sight, a hand grabbed the back of his fate's neck.

The helpless little chick on the day of the admissions meeting reappeared, Duan Yibai was grabbed by the back of the neck by Qingyi, and he dared not move.

After all, as long as he struggles, Qing Yi will grab that piece of soft flesh with some force.

Itchy, numb and a little sore, so sour.

"Xiaobai, who did you learn all this from?" Qing Yi's expression turned cold, and his tone became serious.

"Who taught you these things?" Qing Yi asked while stroking the soft flesh on the back of Duan Yibai's neck, until Duan Yibai kept shrinking his neck from itching.

"Are you still reading that kind of book as a teacher?"

With that kind of provocative posture and frivolous tone, it is impossible for Xiaobai to be self-taught.So I must have been influenced by someone, or read a similar book.

"I..." Duan Yibai was speechless and irritable.

Now he seriously suspects that Master is not pure-hearted and ascetic, he can't do it!

When you encounter this kind of teasing, don't you say that you can't control yourself and press him on the rock like this, at least breathe harder to show respect, okay?

How could he be so calm, and even gave him a series of questions in turn.

Master is not a man, absolutely not!

Seeing Duan Yibai faltering and being speechless, Qingyi's heart became more and more inexplicable, and he unconsciously increased his strength in his hands.

"Xiaobai, I am asking you as a teacher."

Duan Yibai shrank his neck, and said tentatively in a low voice: "The disciple learns by himself without a teacher. Master, do you believe it?"

The nape of the neck was pulled even tighter. It was obvious that Master didn't believe it.

In Qing Yi's mind, Duan Yibai's whole body wearing only a tulle appeared again, with that posture and expression.

who taught

Has anyone else seen Xiaobai's naked appearance...

What are you talking about in your dreams? If you haven't learned or seen it, how can you dream of such a scene out of thin air.

If it wasn't for the fact that the brushstrokes were indeed Xiaobai's style, Qing Yi even suspected that someone else had painted the portrait for Xiaobai.

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Duan Yibai: You will never know what is going on in the heart of an apparently serious and abstinent person.