Master does not ride a dragon

Sikong Hu cleared his throat, stood up and straightened Lu Ju's robe, "Master, let's go for a walk."

Sikong Hu still remembered that Lu Ju didn't have a good dinner, so he took Lu Ju to the stall of glutinous rice dumplings in bamboo tubes, pointed to the one in front of him that had just lit the fire bell, "I want this."

The boss let out a "Hey", Lu Ju followed suit, and pointed to the one in front of him, "I want this."

Lu Ju, who never ate salty rice dumplings, was referring to bacon rice dumplings. Sikong Hu held back his smile, and took out two copper coins, "Both of them."

Lu Ju also said, "All of them."

While sprinkling sugar, the boss took a sneak peek at Lu Ju, probably thinking that Lu Ju was a foolish uncle of Sikong Hu's family, and by the way, took a few more sympathetic glances at Sikong Hu.

Sikong Hu didn't care, he thought that Lu Ju should take a good rest, took the rice dumplings and took Lu Ju back to the room along the river.

The evening breeze in the corridor is cool, mixed with the fragrance of water lilies and green bamboo.

Lu Ju took the bacon rice dumpling, took a bite, then stopped to look at the sweet rice dumpling in Sikong Hu's hand.

Sikong Hu met his gaze, took a bite, and took another bite until there was only half of the sweet rice dumpling left before he said, "Want to change it?"

Lu Ju nodded.

Sikong Hu was beating gongs and drums in his heart, but on the surface he tapped his cheek shamelessly, "Kiss."

Lu Ju leaned over without hesitation, while Sikong Hu's hair stood on end, ready to welcome the drunken kiss.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Ju's slightly cool fingertips touched Sikong Hu's dimples, and he repeated: "Kiss."

Sikong Hu felt disappointed and relaxed, he breathed a sigh of relief, touched his lips with two fingers, then covered his cheeks, and said rascally: "Master, it's this relative—"

Immediately afterwards, Lu Ju moved closer.Sikong Hu's cheeks itched, and two lips gently covered the dimple.

It's cool, soft, gentle, and pampered, with the sweet vapor of the river outside the door, and the scent of Xiaoming Taihua that has been lingering for 18 years.

After a while, Lu Ju stepped back and looked at Sikong Hu quietly.

Sikong Hu's big eyes were wide open, and he looked at Lu Ju in disbelief, his lips parted, making his chin even more pointed.

Lu Ju looked calm, but Sikong Hu thought to himself, what is the difference between him and abduction? !

He stuffed the sweet and salty rice dumplings into Lu Ju's hand, pushed Lu Ju's waist and sent him back to his room, "Master, stop making trouble! Go to sleep and wait until you wake up. Otherwise, wait until you have a drink." Wake up and forget, how can I explain?"

Lu Ju stood in front of the table, put down the zongzi, and said slowly while adjusting Sikong Hu's clothes: "I drank wine, and my memory is very good."

As if afraid that he would not believe it, he added: "Really."

Sikong Hu didn't want to listen anymore, and didn't care that Lu Ju was still fixing his clothes, he turned his head and left, took a step, and immediately felt his waist loosen, and quickly stretched out his trousers, "Master!"

Lu Ju stood on the spot, holding Sikong Hu's belt head in his hand, as if he didn't know that he was holding Sikong Hu's dignity and lifeline in his hand, so he only asked, "Ah Hu, why are you blushing?"

Sikong Hu has been short of stature recently, so it is inevitable that he lost some weight around his waist.Unlike Lu Ju, the young man has not maintained a stature for more than ten or twenty years, and he has never changed the size of his clothes.

If Sikong Hu didn't have a belt, his pants would really fall off...!

He covered his waist and wanted to cover his face again. He covered it back and forth, but it was wrong to cover it anywhere. He said angrily, "Master!"

Lu Ju probably thought he was angry with the belt, so he generously pushed his waist forward, and looked at Sikong Hu innocently, and motioned for me to chop you with a sword, and we just got even.

Sikong Hu wiped his face, out of nowhere, he really reached out and tugged at Lu Ju's belt.

The belt rolled out of nowhere and landed silently.

Lu Ju's waist is narrow, and his curves are less handsome without the belt. The white shirt is soft, but it can't hide the bumps even more.

Sikong Hu heard himself swallowing his saliva in a loud voice, which made him feel ashamed.

Lu Ju asked again: "Ahu, why are you shy?"

Sikong Hu almost exploded, "Where am I shy?!"

The back of Lu Ju's cool hand pressed against his cheeks that were redder than pomegranate flowers, "Here."

He pressed his scorching hot ear again, "Here."

In the end, four strong and soft fingers gradually slid across the Adam's apple of Sikong Hu's neck, "...and here."

There were some thin calluses on Lu Ju's fingertips, brushing against the delicate and sensitive skin of his neck, causing strange sensations all over Sikong Hu's body. Some kind of instinctive trembling.

Sikong Hu closed and opened his eyes, and said in grief and indignation: "...I am hot!"

Lu Ju blinked his eyes, and his eyes, which were like pools of water, were finally filled with confusion and sobriety that drunken people are accustomed to, "...Take off your clothes when it's hot. Take off your clothes before leaving , for the teacher to change the size for you."

Sikong Hu took off his robe angrily and threw it on the ground.

Unexpectedly, Lu Ju returned to the state of drunkenness again, so he took off his robe in his heart, threw it on the ground, and then stared at Sikong Hu innocently again.

Sikong Hu wailed, hugged his head and knelt down, really worried, and at the same time sympathized with the elder who raised Lu Ju, who was so unlucky to have such an unlucky master.

Lu Ju also squatted down and looked at Sikong Hu very quietly.

Sikong Hu bit his lip, and suddenly stretched out his hand to tug on Lu Ju's jacket, "Master, we two big men, don't be thin-skinned! It's not an option to keep procrastinating, why don't we fool around after drinking! In the future Everyone can hold their heads up—"

Lu Ju also pulled his middle coat, but Sikong Hu forgot that Lu Ju's clothes were still in his hand, and subconsciously dodged back.There were two gentle rubbing sounds of cloth materials, and the tops of the two finally died completely.

In the embarrassing silence, Sikong Hu finally stared at Lu Ju's chest as he wished for a while, and then found that...it was very different from what he had imagined.

Probably because Lu Ju was always too lazy to move on the Baitou Cliff, and he was white, so he always felt that Lu Ju was a little weak.

But looking at it now, Lu Ju is definitely not a weak person. Although he was born white, his muscles and bones are smooth and beautiful, and his skin is just right. Good affordability and elegance, just right heroism.

Compared with the master in the dream...Compared with the master in front of me, the one in the dream is not enough!

The most important thing is that, compared with Lu Ju, Sikong Hu's skin is thin and tender, and when placed in front of Lu Ju, it's like a chick with no full hair looking up at a white swan with a thousand aura...

Sikong Hu was ups and downs in grief and anger, Lu Ju suddenly raised his hand and pressed Sikong Hu's chest, sighed and added some firewood: "Ah Hu is still a child after all."

Sikong Hu looked up, clenched his fists again, and made up his mind that even if the seedlings were plucked to encourage growth this night, he had to grow them!

As soon as he let go of his hand, his pants fell to the ground with a clatter.

Lu Ju stared at a certain part for a while, then changed his words politely, "Ahu has grown up."

Sikong Hu's face was like dry firewood caught in a raging fire, it was scorched red.

The next moment, Lu Ju was pushed into the bed by Sikong Hu, and pressed by the tip of Sikong Hu's nose to ask: "Master, will you be a Taoist partner with a child?"

Lu Ju didn't know whether he was drunk or awake, so he blinked his eyes very slowly.It's like the wings of a butterfly cover the leaves in a flash, and it's like the first snowflakes of winter falling on the eaves.

Sikong Hu got too close, and even felt a little bit of weak air current.

Lu Ju also speaks very slowly, his voice is deep and soft, and he is naturally affectionate.

"Then the teacher has to see what kind of child he is."

Whether it was the first time he was beaten into a pig's head by the fire bell at the age of four, or the first time he practiced soul cultivation exercises at the age of six, or the first time he dreamed of his master at the age of 14, Sikong Hu has never been particularly big Reaction—at least there were no particularly big facial expressions.

But now, Sikong Hu dared to pat his chest and say that he has never been so calm in the past 18 years and the next 18 years.

Heiliang eyes stared straight at Lu Ju under him, calm and focused, but his hands didn't delay at all, and pressed Lu Ju's waist neatly.

Narrow it, as if a palm can cover it, Master's waist.

The half of Sikong Hu's palm is as cold as it is hot, the hot part is Lu Ju's body temperature, and the cool part is Lu Ju's clothes.

The lower half of the white robe hangs on Lu Ju's thin waist, wraps around his body tightly, and then covers his legs.The ivory-white fine satin overlaps, and the dusty magnolia petals cover the hidden flower heart densely. Inside and outside, there are thousands of colors in the sky.

Sikong Hu's Adam's apple rolled, and he reached out boldly like never before.

The insatiable joy of the young man is bound to be won, so he coaxed and tricked Lu to spread his legs.

From Lu Ju's throat let out a muffled moan like bamboo shoots passing by raindrops, and his upper body arched uncontrollably. He couldn't bear it anymore, and said in a hoarse voice, "Ahu."

Sikong Hu only smiled, a drop of sweat dripped from his temples, reflecting the breeze clearer and brighter the moon, but his movements were far from being so gentle, one step deeper and one step forward again.

Lu Ju's teeth clenched his lower lip unconsciously, and he could hardly make a sound.Only when you stick it very close can you hear a murmur that is as dumb as a broken string.

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