Master, your apprentice has fallen into a demon again

Yin Wushang moved quickly, covered his ears, and dodged Su Baili's magic ear pincer.

Su Baili had nowhere to start, and he was so angry that he curled his fingers and pinched his face.

"Aww...it hurts..." Yin Wushang screamed and felt aggrieved at the same time: "Master, listen to my explanation..."

"Okay, tell me, and listen to me, Master."

Yin Wushang tilted his head under his pincers, still trying to quibble: "This disciple is just..."

"Just what?"

"I just took the mynah out to have some air." Yin Wushang's brains turned sharply, and he struggled to find an excuse.

"Still lying?" Su Baili increased his strength again: "Let you lie..."

"Aw...it hurts..." Yin Wushang screamed after being pinched, finally gave up making excuses and directly admitted his mistake and begged for mercy.

"Master, this disciple made a mistake, and this disciple will never dare again."

"Why don't you catch it if you make a mistake?" Su Baili said angrily.

"Then let go first! Master."

……

Yin Wushang felt aggrieved on his face with red fingerprints, Yu Jian flew up to the top of the tree, and caught mynah again.

He returned the bird to Master, and cautiously said: "Master, is there any reward left?"

Su Baili took the starling, raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes!"

Yin Wushang's eyes lit up immediately, and he leaned over.

Su Baili freed one hand, squinted and asked, "Clamp your ears or collapse your brain? Let you choose one."

Yin Wushang asked doubtfully, "What is brain collapse?"

"Haven't you heard of it?!" Su Baili pressed the knuckles of his fingers, and said indifferently: "Then you can try."

Yin Wushang froze and struggled to death, "May I ask for a kiss?"

"What do you think?" Su Baili's face was stern, but his pupils were full of smiles: "If you do something wrong, you will be punished. Just choose one of the two teachers, which one do you choose?"

"Then... my brain will collapse." Yin Wushang succumbed to his lust, bowed his head obediently and was beaten.

"Get ready, it hurts." Su Baili stood on tiptoe, gesticulating with his fingers on his forehead.

Yin Wushang was so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes, his eyelashes as long as crow feathers trembled, and his handsome face was even more wrinkled.

Su Baili couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips, but quietly dropped his finger, raised his head and poked on his forehead.

Then he turned around holding the starling: "Okay, it's over!"

Yin Wushang opened his eyes blankly, the pain he imagined didn't come, but something warm and soft was pressed against his forehead.

He blinked his eyes, and then his face was full of surprise, it turns out that kissing his forehead is a brain collapse?

he can!ah ah ah...

Yin Wushang followed Su Baili: "Master, one more collapse, no, two more..."

"Go away." Su Baili kicked him angrily.

Insatiable jerk.

***

After lunch, Su Baili squinted for a while, and when he woke up, Yin Wushang was no longer in Zhaohua Palace.

Su Baili chatted with mynah for a while, and couldn't stay idle, so he went to the back kitchen again.

He rolled up his sleeves, tied on his apron, and made porridge for Yin Wushang.

……

When Yin Wushang came back after dealing with the big and small matters of the demon clan, he opened the door and saw Su Baili coming out of the back kitchen with porridge.

Looking at the bowl of thick and greasy porridge, Yin Wushang's eyelids twitched for no reason, and his cheerful footsteps hesitated a bit.

He stood hesitantly at the gate of the hall, but Su Baili saw him and waved to him:

"Come here, I'll make you your favorite porridge for the master." Yin Wushang froze for a moment, racking his brains to think of an excuse to escape: "Cough... this disciple suddenly remembered that there was something he didn't finish. Apprentice..."

"Stop." Su Baili grabbed his sleeve and said enthusiastically, "Leave after eating."

He pulled Yin Wushang to the edge of the table and pressed him on the chair.

There is no way, the enthusiasm is hard to lose.

Yin Wushang had no choice but to pick up the bowl and drink the porridge with a bitter face.

"Hiss...hot..."

The surface of the porridge was cold, but the inside was extremely hot. Yin Wushang didn't check for a while, and burned his mouth after taking a big gulp.

"You're so stupid." Su Baili stirred the porridge with a spoon, and blew on it with a bowl.

Yin Wushang tugged at his sleeve, and said aggrievedly: "Master, this disciple burns his mouth, why are you blowing porridge?"

"What are you talking about if you don't brag about porridge?" Su Baili looked at him like a fool.

"Blow your mouth." Yin Wushang took off the bowl in his hand, and brought his face closer, "My mouth is hot, I need to blow it."

The veins on Su Baili's forehead twitched, and when he stretched out his hands to pinch his ears, he saw that the tip of Yin Wushang's small half of tongue was bright red, and thin blisters were scalded.

Su Baili frowned, distressed and angry, and cursed: "You are so stupid."

While cursing, she bent down, leaned in front of him, and blew on the tip of his tongue.

Yin Wushang squinted his eyes, and the cool wind mixed with the unique fragrance of Han Ning, the master, came to his nostrils, and he couldn't help but get closer.

Close enough to see the fine hairs on Master's face.

Yin Wushang accidentally cupped his face, and pressed his scalding lips to Master's mouth.

Su Baili was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously pushed him away.

Yin Wushang didn't let go, and wrapped his arms around his waist firmly, like a child begging for candy, with hopes and prayers, he whispered: "I want Master to kiss, and kissing won't hurt."

There was a tiny light in his eyes, as if they were covered with stars, and the depths were full of longing.

"Master..."

Su Baili met his clear eyes, and his heart beat inexplicably accelerated again, beating extremely fast every time, his blood seemed to be on fire, and even the top of his head was about to smoke.

Su Baili swallowed, only to feel his whole heart pounding, as if he wanted to jump out of his chest before he was willing to do so.

He couldn't resist, so he simply closed his eyes again, allowing Yin Wushang to do whatever he wanted.

The delicate and dense kisses came all over the sky, falling on his eyes, nose, and lips, hot and hot...

***

By the time it was all over, the sun had gone down.

After Yin Wushang finished cleaning the drowsy person, he quietly got up again.

Walking out of the bedroom, looking at the bowl of white porridge that had been cold for a long time, after thinking about it, he picked it up and frowned and swallowed it in big mouthfuls.

After drinking a few glasses of water to dilute the strange smell, he went back to the bedroom.

Gently climbed onto the bed with light hands, embraced the master, took a sip on his unusually rosy lips, and then closed his eyes full of satisfaction.

When Yin Wushang's breathing calmed down, Su Baili in his arms suddenly opened his eyes.

……

Su Baili got up quietly, and looked down at Yin Wushang by the moonlight for a long time.

The expression on his face was like knocking over a five-flavored bottle, with love and hate, anger and resentment.

After staring at him for a long time, Su Baili stretched out his hand to push him, and whispered: "Yin Wushang... Yin Wushang..."

Yin Wushang closed his eyes and did not move, he seemed to be sleeping soundly and deeply.

Seeing that he was really asleep, Su Baili showed a fierce look, rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his hand and grabbed Yin Wushang's neck.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "Will you be gentle, will you be gentle?"

"It's like this rampage every time."

"I'm a human, not an iron sheet..."

Su Baili ground his teeth until they creaked, and he tightened his grip on Yin Wushang's neck.

He really has put up with him for a long time.

"How many times have I told you... let you be gentle, move slowly..."

"You don't listen at all, you only know how to bow your head and act recklessly. I have never seen such a stupid cow like you."

"I didn't listen after I said it a few times, what's the use of having long ears..."

"Are you trying to torment me to death on purpose? Ah? How much hatred and resentment?"

The more Su Baili talked, the angrier he became, wishing he could just strangle him to death.

"Can't you understand human language? Huh? I don't know how to restrain myself because of my poor skills. Next time..."

"Bah! There will be next time, I'll take your surname."

Su Baili was really angry and annoyed, but he couldn't talk about it face to face, and he couldn't teach him personally.

He couldn't be more angry, so he could only complain and complain while Yin Wushang fell asleep.

After he finished complaining, he shrank back into the quilt angrily, nestled in Yin Wushang's arms and closed his eyes.

……

In the darkness, Yin Wushang who had just fallen asleep quietly opened his eyes again.

He was always alert, and he woke up when Master got up.

Just when he was about to ask Master if he wanted to drink water, Master's hand was on his neck.

Yin Wushang didn't know what he wanted to do, so he had to quietly pretend to be asleep.

So those words that Master said later were also heard by him verbatim.

Yin Wushang's face is complicated now, he was hit badly, wishing he could wake up his master and ask him what he meant.

But after hearing Master's voice full of resentment just now, he just didn't have the guts to ask again.

With only eyes open, looking at the ceiling inlaid with jade, he began to doubt his life.

Which step is wrong?

What Liu Yanjian told him, you can't believe what people say in bed, most of them are the opposite.

Generally speaking, it is slower, but it is actually faster.

To put it lightly, it is actually a little heavier.

If you say no, you actually want it.

Talking about the pain, begging for help, and crying until tears burst into tears, that's how cool it is.

So Yin Wushang used this move to the fullest on Master.

It wasn't until just now, when he heard that Master's distasteful tone didn't seem to be fake, that he began to wonder, every time Master cried like that, did he cry for pleasure or pain?

Yin Wushang fell into deep thought, hesitating whether to drag Liu Yanjian out tomorrow to give him a beating to vent his personal anger...