Master wants to hug

"I……"

"What are you thinking about?" Fang Su intertwined with her breathing, "Thinking about me?"

Fang Su's hand moved downward.

She has human warmth.

Yueming felt something was wrong, but couldn't tell what was wrong.

But it was too late for her to feel what was wrong, because Fang Su untied her belt, twitched it casually, and threw it elsewhere.

"master?!"

"Afraid?"

"Master." Yueming's tone seemed to be crying, with a trembling ending.

If this is a dream...

What I want most—dream?

Yue Ming violently pushed Fang Su away.

Fang Su was caught off guard, looked at her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Seeing that the corners of Yueming's eyes were red, she kissed her and said, "If you don't like it, we won't do it, don't cry."

No, this is not Fang Su...

In other words, it's not that Fang Su.

She is in a dream!

Yueming woke up suddenly, and felt that his body was already soaked.

She turned her gaze to An Jing.

An Ding explained: "Wenxiang is different from person to person. Some people can sleep all night after ordering it once, and some people order it several times. The poor nun came in to see if he wanted more incense."

"Although it varies from person to person, you sleep too lightly."

Yueming seemed to be just out of the water, his body was already soaked, and his face was as white as porcelain.

"What did you dream about?"

It took less than an hour to wake up after using Wenxiang for the first time, and she was so scared that An Ding even wondered if she had put the wrong spice.

"It's nothing."

"An old friend in a dream?"

Yueming grudgingly hummed.

It is too rare for an old man to be so scared in his dream.

An Ding originally thought that her so-called unspeakable person was Marquis Pingyang, but seeing the reaction as if she had seen a ghost, she felt that she had guessed wrong.

Maybe someone who has passed away.

"Poor nun will you add it again?"

Yueming waved his hands again and again and said, "No need. Thank you Master."

One time is enough to kill her half-life, another time is to kill her.

"The nobleman rests here first, and the poor nun will not bother you."

Yueming nodded and said, "Okay."

After An Ding went out, she lifted the lid of the incense burner, and found that the incense inside was still burning well, and there was no trace of being watered at all.

Could it be that she fell asleep from the very beginning, from the moment she settled down and lit the incense?

Yueming's body felt cold, and she didn't dare to think about using this thing elsewhere.

There was a copper mirror in the room, and she took a photo, and found that her face really looked like she had seen a ghost.

She touched her lips.

The same is true of Fang Su in the dream...

She takes her hand away.

What is the use of such a thing?

For those illusions that cannot exist at all?

Because it can't exist, I desperately want to get it.

Once you get one night, you want to get the second night, the third night, the fourth night, countless nights.

That's how Wen Xiang became addicted.

Even if she knew it was all fake, there was a reason why she used Wen Xiang, but when she woke up, she had to admit that she was extremely disappointed.

Just click again to connect to the previous dream.

Or have better dreams.

Just click again.

Yueming seemed to hear someone say this to herself, lingering, sticky and greasy, as sweet as a previous dream.

Yueming took out his soft sword and drew a stroke on his arm.

Almost in the next moment, she woke up.

She put the soft sword back again.

An Ding said outside the door: "My lord, have you rested yet?"

Yueming said: "Okay."

Just like when he came, An Ding put a black cloth on her and led her out.

The ground is smooth, a stone surface.

Yueming can feel the wind, only in the front and back.

This should be a long and narrow corridor, even though An Ding has been leading her around.

There are exits both front and back.Yueming thought.

"Master," Yue Ming said in the silence, "I feel very uncomfortable."

"It's the same when I use Wenxiang for the first time. I have a headache, but after that, I don't feel any pain."

Yue Ming seemed to be skeptical and nodded.

"I'm in a dream, I can't smell anything." Yueming seemed to be frightened.

"Wen Xiang is incense, you are smelling Wen Xiang, naturally you can't smell anything in your dream."

"In that case, don't I know it's a dream?" Yue Ming said with a lack of interest, "What's the point?"

"You are not the first person to say this," An Ding said, "Naturally there is a solution, but that is too addictive. It takes years to warm the fragrance, but a few days is enough."

What she said seemed to be well intentioned.

"Do you want to try it, sir?"

Yueming hesitated for a moment, and said, "If you really can't fall asleep with Wenxiang, I'll use that."

An Ding said yes.

The black cloth was too tight, she couldn't feel the light.

But it was warmer where there was light, but she never felt it.

With a creak, the door opened.

Yue Ming was led by An Ding to walk a few steps, and found that her whole body was warm.

It's outside.

An Ding took off her blindfold.

Yueming closed his eyes for a while, then slowly opened them.

She is in the yard.

"It's up to you, gentlemen," An Ding said, and returned to his room.

Yueming stood in the courtyard, feeling as if he had a weird dream standing up.

She looked into the Buddhist hall through the broken window lattice and found that the tea they drank was still steaming.

How long did she sleep for?

Yueming turned and went back to the room.

Si'er cleaned up the tea in the Buddhist hall, and when it was time to eat, he had to bring food to Yueming.

Yueming was copying Buddhist scriptures, when she saw her come in, she put down her pen and said, "Sier, who lived here before?"

This is the first time she has spoken to Si'er since she lived in this half a month, Si'er hesitated for a long time, her face was flushed, before she choked out a word, "No... I don't know."

Yueming hummed.

Si'er added another sentence, saying: "That was ten years ago, I only remember him as a handsome young man, indifferent, he only copied scriptures in his room, and didn't care about anything else."

She frowned, recalled it carefully, and said: "At that time, there were people from that young master inside and outside the nunnery, and they were all driven out by that young master later. Someone always came to him, but they were all pushed away. A person in black clothes came, and the scene was very grand, and the young master didn't see him." She remembered deeply, because the master took her to kneel at the door, "It seems that because of that person's arrival, the young master left soon."

Si'er's eyes were sharp, and he saw the Buddhist scriptures pressed under Yueming's finger as soon as he opened his eyes, and said: "This is written by that young master. The master said that it is a good handwriting carved with a knife and an axe."

"It's really a good word." Yueming said.

The food was placed on the table, but she didn't take a bite, Si'er persuaded: "My lord, eat early, it's getting cold carefully."

"Thank you." Yueming smiled, and the little girl blushed again.

"My lord, you smell so good." She whispered.

"Fragrant?" Yueming sniffed his sleeve and said, "Where is the fragrance?"

"It's the kind of fragrance that can't be described," she almost stuck to Yueming's body, "it's very fragrant."

Yueming stopped her movement calmly.

"Four children!"

An Ding shouted like a Buddha's light, "What are you doing in the nobleman's house? I don't know if the water tank is out of water?"

Si'er glanced at Yueming, and that look made Yueming feel that Si'er wanted to swallow her up in one go.

"how?"

"Nothing." She reluctantly left.

What Si'er did just now made Yueming feel his scalp was numb.

She could clearly see the longing in Si'er's eyes.

Is it just the residual, barely smellable smell of her that drives an addict so crazy?

……

An Ding said expressionlessly, "What are you doing in her room?"

Si'er murmured: "Bring the food."

"Did you stay for so long while delivering food?"

Si'er said: "The nobleman asked a few words and delayed for a while."

"Nothing else?"

"Others?" Si'er raised his head, his clear eyes were full of blankness.

"Didn't you lie on someone's body to smell it?" An Ding asked.

Si'er was speechless, fiddling with his cuffs restlessly.

"I think you are crazy!" An Ding said angrily, and slapped him across the face.

But in the end, it only fell on his face and didn't let it go. Si'er was extremely wronged, "Then...that can't be my fault, Wen Xiang is not what I want to smoke, you let me!"

"Are you blaming me?" An Ding asked coldly.

Si'er defended in a low voice: "That has nothing to do with me."

"No repentance, no shame," An Ding sneered, "It's exactly the same as your mother. Do you know that because you took Master Luo's incense, he almost killed you!"

"You're bluffing me!" The little girl poked her neck, tears fell down suddenly, and she suppressed her sobs and said, "Then you kill me, it's meaningless for me to live like this!"

"Sier..."

"Don't touch me!" Si'er pushed her away and ran out.

"Kill me if you have the ability!" She gritted her teeth and said, "It's like killing my mother!"

An Ding's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, and it took a long time to let it go.

Like killing her mother?

This ungrateful little bastard.

It's time...to let her die.

An Ding thought coldly.

She rubbed her pantothenic nose.

He will always come back, what are you doing chasing her?

An Ding retracted his gaze.

But until the sun went down and it was dark all around, the child didn't come back.

Yueming came out of the room and saw Anding standing in the courtyard, motionless as if like a statue, said: "Master, what happened?"

An Ding smiled wryly and said, "After a few words with the little girl, she ran away." She seemed to be telling herself, "If you don't come back, you will be locked up."

She turned to Yueming and said: "The poor nun has no way to teach the daughter, and the nobleman laughed."

"Where, human nature." Yueming said: "Si'er is the daughter of the master?"

An Ding said: "It's the daughter of the poor nun's secular sister, who was entrusted to the poor nun before she died of illness."

For some reason, she had an indescribably cold look on her face when she said this.

"Master isn't going to look for it?"

An Ding snorted coldly and said, "What do you want her for? I'll come back when I've done enough."

"It's getting dark, if Si'er is in Shanglinyuan, it's okay, if he goes out, how about meeting Ren Yazi?" Yueming said softly, "I'm not familiar with Shanglinyuan, why don't you look for it in Shanglinyuan, Master, I'll go back to the city Zhong find, okay?"

The author has something to say: Thank you Qing らかな servant little angel for the rocket launcher.

Thank you Nanke cherub for mine.

Thanks Yishui cherub for mine.