The apprentice just wants to die

"Worriless, where do you want to go next?"

Mo Wuyou glanced at the shining lamp in Feng Xun's hand, speechless, "Master, can't you put this lamp away first?"

Feng Xun shook the lamp and said with a smile, "Isn't this lamp pretty?"

Mo Wuyou shook his head honestly, "So-so."

"But there is Wuyou's name on it." Feng Xun looked at Mo Wuyou with an extremely serious tone, "Master wants to stay with Wuyou Baishou."

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet. Mo Wuyou lowered his head and did not respond.

After a long time, he said in a low voice, "Master, I have already said that it is impossible for me to talk to you."

"Master has already said that, he won't give up." Feng Xun raised Mo Wuyou's head, letting him look into his eyes, "Besides, Wuyou doesn't hate Master being close, does he?"

If he really didn't like it, and he kissed him without Wuyou's consent many times, Wuyou would have lost his temper a long time ago, how could he endure it until now.Occasionally, he would even tease himself with bad intentions.

This can only show that Wuyou is not unintentional to him, but he insists on rejecting him for no reason.

"Master just wants Wuyou to give Master a chance, don't just refuse without giving any reason."

Mo Wuyou was taken aback when he heard this, and repeated, "A chance?"

But I just wanted a chance back then, but you didn't give it to me.

Suddenly laughing lightly, Mo Wuyou always felt that he and Feng Xun's positions were switched in this life.

In the last life, he chased Feng Xun, but in this life Feng Xun is holding him tight.This scene is inexplicably funny.

"Master wants a chance, right?" Mo Wuyou reached out and touched Feng Xun's face, and said with a smile, "Then let's make a bet."

Feng Xun was taken aback, and let that hand roam wildly on his face, "What bet?"

Mo Wuyou touched Feng Xun's thin lips with his index finger, "From now on, I will be Master's companion."

As soon as these words were said, Feng Xun's eyes lit up and he opened his mouth to speak.

Mo Wuyou pressed slightly with his index finger, and then said, "If Master, you still don't change your mind after recovering your memory. I've lost this bet, and I won't reject Master in the future; if Master, you change your mind, I will accept this game If you win, master, don't say you like me anymore. How about it?"

Feng Xun frowned slightly, and held Mo Wuyou's finger, "Recover memory? Have I lost my memory?"

Mo Wuyou hooked the corner of his mouth, "Yes, Master forgot many important things."

"So Wuyou has been rejecting Master because of this?"

Mo Wuyou shook his head, "Master, you will remember, so don't ask now."

Mo Wuyou didn't want to say it, so Feng Xun stopped asking, "Wuyou is serious, as long as Master doesn't go back on his word, will he be Master's companion?"

"It's true."

Feng Xun smiled, and lightly shook Mo Wuyou's hand until his fingers interlocked.

Lifting the clasped hands to his eyes, Feng Xun gently kissed the back of Mo Wuyou's hand, the joy in his eyes was almost overflowing.

"Then worry-free, get ready to be Master's companion for the rest of your life."

"...Let's wait until you win."

Feng Xun looked at Mo Wuyou, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, when he suddenly remembered something and took out a box.

Mo Wuyou looked at the familiar box, and the corners of his eyes twitched, "Master, this can't be...that pair of diamond rings from before, right? Did you bring it back?"

"That's right, come on, Wuyou reaches out, Master will put it on for you." Feng Xun took Mo Wuyou's left hand in his hands, and gently put one of them on his ring finger with an almost pious attitude.

Because it is made to order, the size is just right.The crystal-clear diamonds were inlaid on the ring carved with patterns, making Mo Wuyou's pale fingers even more slender.

Feng Xun laughed as he watched, and kissed lightly again where the diamond ring was.With drooping eyelashes, he said softly, "Wuyou now belongs to Master."

"..." Mo Wuyou looked at the remaining ring in the box, and put it on for him under Feng Xun's expectant eyes.

Two identical rings were wrapped around the knuckles, like two rings, tightly enclosing the two of them, they could never be separated again.

The street was full of bustle and bustle, but it seemed that it didn't affect the two of them.Mo Wuyou could almost hear his own heartbeat.

Plop plop jumps fast.

The stabbing pain from the soul came, becoming more and more intense one after another.Mo Wuyou bit her lip tightly, not letting herself cry out in pain.

Fortunately, it was already dark, so Feng Xun didn't notice anything unusual.

Interlocking fingers with Mo Wuyou again, "There are sugar paintings over there, Wuyou, let's go and have a look."

Mo Wuyou hummed lightly, not daring to speak more.He tried hard to suppress his churning blood.

calm down

Didn't he just wear a ring, so excited about something.

Suddenly regretting the proposal just now, Mo Wuyou felt that he must have been with 520 for a long time, and he became so impulsive.

Such an absurd idea can be said, but the key point is that Feng Xun actually agreed.

It's hard to end now.

"Boss, how do you sell this sugar painting?"

The owner of the sugar painting stall was an uncle in his 40s. He raised his head when he heard the voice, saw Mo Wuyou and Feng Xun holding hands tightly, and smiled cheerfully.

"Today's Lantern Festival, a sugar painting only costs five coppers, do you want to buy it?"

"Yes." Feng Xun paused, "Can I do it?"

"Hehe, of course." The boss seemed not at all surprised that Feng Xun would say this, "The couple who came here today said they want to do it by themselves. I will give it to the other half after I make it myself, not to mention how affectionate it is. "

Feng Xun paid the money, and the boss was on the sidelines guiding him.

"Yes, that's it. When the syrup is half-set, pour it down and draw the pattern you want. Be sure to move quickly, otherwise the sugar will be completely hard."

According to Feng Xun's words, he half-tilted the spoon, let the syrup inside flow down slowly, and wrote on the table where a bamboo stick was placed.

Mo Wuyou looked over, and the word 'no' had already appeared.

Now that he knew what Feng Xun was going to write, as expected, the next word was 'worry'.

Feng Xun clicked on the last point of 'worry', stopped, and picked up the syrup carefully after it solidified.

The words are a little distorted, but the first time I did it, it was already good.

Handing it to Mo Wuyou, Feng Xun smiled and said, "Does Wuyou like it?"

Mo Wuyou took the sugar painting and licked it lightly, "I like it, Master's writing is beautiful."

"That's good, I'm still worried that Wuyou will find him ugly." Feng Xun heaved a sigh of relief, and looked at Mo Wuyou with a smile.

"You don't understand, young man." The boss looked like someone who had come here, "The person you like will give you something, no matter how ugly it is, you will say you like it. Because what you care about is not the thing, but the other party's. Mind."

Feng Xun was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but think, did Wuyou say that Tang Hua was pretty because he liked him?

"Ahem." Mo Wuyou felt that if he didn't make a sound, Feng Xun might have to make up something.

"I just really think this candy painting looks good."

Little did they know that Feng Xun's conjecture was even more affirmed by this pretentious appearance, that Wuyou must like him.

Lovingly rubbing Mo Wuyou's head, not intending to expose his arrogant little apprentice, "Okay, it's just that the sugar painting looks good."

Seeing this scene, the boss smiled and said with emotion, "My wife is like this. She likes it in her heart, but she just refuses to admit it. Every time I ask, she still has to worry about me, and she can't get it right."

"...", Mo Wuyou froze, can you shut up.

"Puchi." Feng Xun was amused by Mo Wuyou's expression, and joked, "My Wuyou is not like this. Wuyou said that he likes sugar paintings or he likes sugar paintings, so he wouldn't be duplicity. Isn't that right, Wuyou ?”

"..." Shut up, too!

The boss laughed loudly, "It's good to be young, so energetic, I am optimistic about you, and you will be able to last for a long time."

Feng Xun smiled back, and held Mo Wuyou's hand tightly, "Definitely."

"..." You two have said enough, why don't you get it right?

"Is it delicious?" Feng Xun asked on the way back.

Mo Wuyou nodded, "It's pretty sweet."

Suddenly a head leaned over, pecked lightly on Mo Wuyou's lips, and then sighed, "It's quite sweet."

Mo Wuyou stared blankly at Feng Xun who had a smile in his eyes, and froze holding the sugar painting in his hand.

It took a long time to realize that he seemed to be molested by Feng Xun?

"Master, why..." He has become so like a dandy, what about the previous Qingfeng Jiyue?

Feng Xun blinked, showing a bit of shamelessness, "Wuyou is my Taoist companion now, is there anything wrong with me doing this?"

"...No, as long as you're happy." Mo Wuyou didn't care, anyway, it's not like he hasn't kissed before, it doesn't make any difference if he kisses more or less.

Moreover, being a Taoist companion was proposed by him, no matter how much pressure there is, he has to bear it by himself.

However, when he returned to the tavern room and saw Feng Xun sitting beside the bed expectantly letting him pass, Mo Wuyou was still crushed by the pressure.

Subconsciously took two steps back, "Master, Master, we are like this, isn't it too early..."

"Ah? It's getting dark now, why is it so early?" Feng Xun looked at his little apprentice with a nervous expression in puzzlement.

"What are you doing standing there, come here."

'Gudong', Mo Wuyou swallowed, seeing the determination on Feng Xun's face, he might not be able to escape.

"Okay then, master, lie down, I'll come!" Come on, come on, since you can't escape, then you must gain the upper hand.

Although he didn't know why he had to lie down first, Feng Xun still did so, wanting to see what this little guy was going to do.

Mo Wuyou knelt on the bed with his knees, stared at Feng Xun's face for a while, thinking wildly in his mind, evaluating whether he was at fault or Feng Xun was at fault.

In the end, it was concluded that both of them were similar.

Gritting his teeth hard, Mo Wuyou threw Feng Xun directly.One hand paused, as if it had made some great determination, it reached under Feng Xun, and took a tentative grip.

"Oh!" Feng Xun snorted, his eyes widened in disbelief.

He quickly grabbed Mo Wuyou's hand that lit the fire, and said in a trembling voice, "Wuyou! What are you doing?!"

Mo Wuyou was caught by the hand, he had to stop, and the courage he had just summoned up suddenly gave out.

"Didn't Master tell me to do this?"

"When did I ask you to...do this kind of thing?" Feng Xun's fair face flushed red, almost retorting in embarrassment.

How can you worry-free, how can you hold your hand...

Mo Wuyou asked back, "Master, why did you tell me to go to bed quickly? You also said that it's getting late. Don't you just want to do that kind of thing?"

Feng Xun didn't know what mood he was in for a while, so he could only explain dumbfoundingly, "It's so dark now, isn't it still early? Master just wants you to come, it's time to sleep."

"..."

Mo Wuyou was embarrassed, so Feng Xun didn't mean that at all, was he thinking too much?But can he be blamed for this? Who made this remark so coincidental.

"Ahem, I thought, I thought..."

"Why do you think?" Feng Xun stood up suddenly, rolled over and pressed Mo Wuyou under him.

The positions were switched, and the two looked at each other.

Feng Xun lowered his head, bit the tip of Mo Wuyou's red ear lightly, and watched the little apprentice turn his head uncomfortably.He smiled lowly, "So Master was such a lustful person in Wuyou's heart?"

If you are not lustful, then what are you doing now.Don't worry about slander.

"Since I misunderstood, then Master, please let me go." The hero Mo Wuyou begged for mercy without taking the immediate loss.

Feng Xun chuckled, his knuckles curled up, and he tapped Mo Wuyou's forehead lightly and hard.Then he kissed Mo Wuyou's left and right cheeks, and then he let go of the restraint.

"Then master will let Wuyou go this time, go to sleep."

"...Oh." Mo Wuyou calmed down, pulled his own quilt, and wrapped it casually around his body, "Master, good night."

Feng Xun carefully twirled the quilt for Mo Wuyou, and responded softly, "Well, good night, Wuyou."

The author has something to say: Master: How can I be a lustful person?

Mo Xiaoyou: Get off me first if you have the ability to say this!

Master: Well then, I am a lustful person.