My master is obedient and soft

Wen Yuan approached him, narrowing his eyes dangerously: "Oh?"

He intuitively felt that Zheqing's next words would overturn his initial cognition.

Sure enough, Zheqing continued: "You were so badly injured back then, you almost lost consciousness when you fell, right?"

Wen Yuan nodded.

The corners of Zheqing's mouth raised, and he smiled proudly: "So my blood will protect your body, and the monsters won't be able to get close to you in a short time, otherwise, A Yuan, you will be killed by the thousand-year-old demon domain as soon as you fall. The old demon was eaten."

He chuckled, his eyes rolled up, and he looked very happy: "Otherwise, why would I swear to the Heavenly Dao? The Heavenly Dao doesn't need cultivation, and half of the cultivation base will melt into the blood and enter your body."

Saying that, Zheqing's mouth pouted slightly, a little disappointed: "It just won't last long, it will be consumed quickly, but as long as it lasts until you have the ability to protect yourself..."

Zheqing was talking to herself, completely not paying attention to Wen Yuan's expression at this time, because Wen Yuan's complexion had already darkened at some point.

He thought of how he was when he was just near death and trapped in the Nightmare Realm, that kind of despair and helplessness, he never wanted to experience it for the second time in his life, that was when he hated Zheqing especially.

He always thought that he survived because the gods cared for him and should not die, but he didn't expect that the gods had no time to take care of him at all, and it was his master who tried his best to keep him safe.

Wen Yuan's voice was a little hoarse: "So, after protecting me, your blood will almost become normal blood...it will no longer be repelled by the body."

Zheqing smiled and said, "Ah Yuan is so smart."

"Heh...hahaha." Wen Yuan laughed out loud, he smiled lowly, buried his head deeply, the broken hair on his forehead blocked his eyelashes, and he could only see the trembling of his shoulders, Can't see the expression clearly.

Wen Yuan smiled and burst into tears: "Yes, Master is so stupid."

Zheqing rubbed his legs, the smallest piece of jade was almost not enough to relieve him, he bit his lip, and finally struggled to ask Wen Yuan: "A Yuan, did I answer well just now?"

There were tears in Wen Yuan's eyes, which glistened on his long eyelashes, and he still smiled and said, "Okay."

"You said that you will be rewarded for answering," he moved his hands tied on the head of the bed, and Xiao Jinling suddenly made a pleasant voice, and Zheqing said, "...the hands are numb." He has maintained this position for a long time up.

Wen Yuan said: "Okay, listen to Master, Master is so good."

He untied the red silk for Zheqing as he said, and the hands that had been imprisoned for a long time finally left the bedposts, but the two wrists were still tied together, Zheqing moved a little, and it was not uncomfortable to be tied up like this.

Wen Yuan sniffed, wondering why he was crying in front of his master...but he just couldn't hold back.

In order to save him, Zheqing made himself into this state, and this happens every once in a while. He doesn't even have the ability to protect himself, but he can bully him when he catches him when he is weak... What a beast ah.

But Wen Yuan thought, beasts are just beasts, and he only has unreasonable thoughts about such a person.

Wen Yuan said: "Okay, the next question, if you answer this question well, the reward will be particularly generous."

Zheqing was a little bit afraid of the little whip Wen Yuan held in his hand, because the whip always stayed at the place where he would die, if it was pulled down in that place... Zheqing didn't dare to think about it.

"Don't be distracted, Master." Wen Yuan flicked the whip threateningly, Zhe Qing's eyes trembled.

"Zheqing...do you like me?"

Wen Yuan looked at Zheqing for a moment, and after asking this sentence, he was so nervous that his hands tightly holding the handle of the whip were covered with sweat.

He had really asked Zheqing countless times in his heart about this sentence, and at this moment, he dared to ask him what he wanted to ask the most while he was in a state of confusion.

"I..." Zheqing only said one word.

"Huh?" Wen Yuan's heart was suspended.

"I... I don't know." Zheqing looked flustered, and he lowered his head.

Wen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, afraid of hearing the words of rejection from him.

He embraced Zheqing, kissed him on the lips, and asked him: "Then do you like me treating you like this?"

He approached him: "Huh? Do you like it?"

Zhe Qing blushed and nodded.

Wen Yuan secretly rejoiced in his heart, he liked him to kiss him, and rounded up, he liked himself.

He doesn't care, Zheqing just likes him.

"What if I want to double cultivate with you? Are you willing?" Wen Yuan continued to ask.

Seeing Zheqing's expression, he was stunned for a moment, and took advantage of the victory to pursue: "What about others? If others treat you like me, would you be willing?"

Zheqing immediately shook her head: "I don't want to."

Wen Yuan is very happy, this proves that he is different in Zheqing's heart, that's good, no one else can treat him like this, only he can, Zheqing really loves him to death.

He doesn't care, Zheqing loves him, he wants to die or live.

Satisfied, he kissed her again, making the beauty in his arms dizzy.

Wen Yuan rubbed against him: "Now, it's time to reward the obedient Zheqing." It looked like he was asking for a reward.

Wen Yuan got up, found a pair of Burmese bells among a pile of gadgets, he searched again and found a long and thin silver hairpin.

The silver hairpin is a woman's thing, and the top is a smooth polished red agate, which is very beautiful.

Wen Yuan approached with these two things, pulled out the short jade body that had become warm, and threw it away casually.

He hugged Zheqing and sat on his lap, Zheqing's back was leaning against his hard chest, and his legs were naturally spread in front of him.

Wen Yuan put one leg between Zheqing's legs to prevent him from closing his legs together, then he hugged Zheqing from behind and bit his earlobe: "Premature ejaculation of Yuanyang is not good for the body, so I have to Let's use this silver hairpin to live for a while... Be good, it doesn't hurt."

……

A room is meandering.

The bells inside and outside Zheqing's body rang non-stop.

In the end, he was really tired and fell asleep. Wen Yuan untied the red silk slowly, kissed his wrist, hugged him behind the screen and washed him clean.

This time, he was gently put on the bed, blew out the candle, and fell asleep in his arms tightly.

When Zheqing woke up, there was no one beside him. He stretched himself and shrank back into the quilt. After sleeping with his vented body last night, he felt refreshed, but still A little tired and my legs are sore.

After waking up, his mind also turned fast. Those bloody pictures from last night flooded into his mind uncontrollably at this moment, Zheqing's face was reddened by the naked eye, and then he didn't know what he thought of, He snorted angrily and buried his head in the quilt.

Wen Yuan actually woke up very early, he didn't move, and kept staring at Zheqing's sleeping face until dawn.

He didn't get up until daylight, put on his clothes and went down to the attic.

Then turned straight to the small kitchen at the back of the building.

Wen Yuan rolled up his sleeves and said to the bewildered cook, "Please borrow the kitchen."

When Zheqing and Zheqing were in the Immortal Realm before, he learned how to cook. Although both of them were Taoists who could survive without food at that time, the joy of life has always been in thinking about doing it, not in it. Did you use the above, just like Lingyin likes the tea ceremony, and Wen Yuan sometimes likes to make something to eat with Zheqing.

His craftsmanship is not bad, and the things he makes are not only delicious in color, fragrance, but also quite flavorful. Sometimes, it has become a habit for Zheqing to wait for the pastries he made in the morning.

The cook was "chased" out by a tall and handsome man in a friendly manner. The roof of the shed was a bit low, and Wen Yuan had to lower his head slightly to avoid touching it. He alone made the small kitchen extremely crowded.

Wen Yuan ordered a bowl of noodles for Zheqing. The dragon beard noodles with distinct roots were boiled in the water, with fresh vegetable leaves floating on top. Wen Yuan cooked another bowl of shrimps. After they were cooked, he skillfully peeled them off. Shrimp string, placed in a small bowl, served upstairs with freshly cooked noodles.

The cook at the door just stood and watched, she was dumbfounded the whole time.

She saw that Wen Yuan's clothes didn't look like locals either, but no matter where he was from, few men in this world would be willing to go into the kitchen. This extraordinary-looking young man not only entered the kitchen, but also did it so skillfully.

Really unbelievable.

The cook secretly clicked her tongue in her heart, she must be a henpeck at home.

Here, Wen Yuan didn't care about the different eyes of everyone along the way, went upstairs, went back to the room and kicked the door shut.

"Master, get up and eat."

Wen Yuan put the food on the small table, walked up to the bed and lifted the quilt covering Zhe Qing's head.

Under the quilt is a pillow.

Wen Yuan's heart sank immediately, he stood up and shouted: "Master?"

At this time, suddenly a powerful palm wind came behind him, Wen Yuan seemed to have sensed it, he turned around quickly and dispelled the sneak attacker's tricks, the sneak attack was Zheqing, he saw his attack If it is empty, those who are not reconciled will call out the sword.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yuan grabbed his hand, brought him into his arms, clasped him firmly, rested his chin on Zheqing's shoulder, and said with a soft smile: "Stop beating, eat quickly, it will be cold in a while."

Zheqing struggled twice, seeing that he couldn't break free, he couldn't help being annoyed, he changed his mind, and suddenly his hand quickly pinched Wen Yuan's vitals downward.

"Uh..." Wen Yuan never thought that he would come up with such a move. While he was in a daze, Zheqing turned around and got out of his shackles, then twisted his arm and pushed him onto the bed unexpectedly. , and then raised his leg and stepped up.

"you lose."

Zheqing looked down at Wen Yuan who was paralyzed under him.

It was originally a serious fight, but Wen Yuan suddenly burst out laughing, and leisurely lay still without struggling, with his arms folded behind his head, Wen Yuan raised his eyebrows and said: "Master , don't you think our current posture..."

Zheqing was stunned for a moment, then looked down, she was sitting on him, especially the soft spot where he was playing with last night.

Realizing this, Zheqing hurriedly wanted to run away from him, but at this moment he was kneeling beside him, his legs were too far apart, unable to exert any strength for a while, Wen Yuan pulled his arm and fell on him. in the arms.

Wen Yuan embraced the beauty in his arms early in the morning, he was so satisfied, he raised his head and kissed Zhe Qing's side cheek: "The master won, and the disciple is convinced that he lost."

"Rogue." Zheqing scolded him, wiped the side of his kissed face uncomfortably, got up from him and straightened his clothes, turned his head away, but his face turned red unnaturally.

Wen Yuan stopped teasing him, set the table and chopsticks for him, and pulled him to sit down: "Try it."

Zheqing took a bite of the noodles, and Wen Yuan reminded him: "There is a poached egg under the noodles."

So Zheqing picked out the poached egg again and took a bite. Wen Yuan picked up a shrimp for him, and he obediently opened his mouth to eat it. I have to say that Wen Yuan's noodles are delicious. Finished.

"Is it delicious?" Wen Yuan asked with a smile.

Zheqing wiped his mouth, and replied in a wrong way: "It's okay."

The author has something to say: I tried my best. )