Qiuchi silent

Summary: He opened himself up in front of Mu Zhe, it must have started from this second

Xie Qiuchi was stunned when one hand was on the side of the book, his brows furrowed imperceptibly, and he relaxed when he looked up and saw that it was Mu Zhe, showing a smile.

"Hello, master."

Because it was in the library, it was inconvenient to speak, so Xie Qiuchi just mouthed and got up to make room.

Mu Zhe naturally sat down on his seat, opened the book in his hand, and said softly: "Is the library your home? You are always here."

Xie Qiuchi didn't sit down again, and replied after hearing the words: "Dog... I don't have anything else to do."

Mu Zhe smiled: "I mean, I let you have too much time, right?"

"No!" Xie Qiuchi glanced around, squatted down, and explained in a low voice, "The dog doesn't mean that."

What he said was just the truth. Reading is one of the few pastimes he has other than being with Mu Zhe. Besides, he has high requirements on his studies, so he spends most of his time in the library. He didn't expect that Mu Zhe would understand it this way.

Mu Zhe was amused, Xie Qiuchi didn't seem to be able to tell the difference between being joking and being really angry, but this was just right, Mu Zhe always found teasing him very amusing.

Mu Zhe ignored him and turned a page of the book. Xie Qiuchi was still squatting, his angle of view was a little low. He tried his best to find a topic: "What are you looking at?"

Mu Zhe stood up the cover of the book for him to read.

It turned out to be the original version of "Lover".

Xie Qiuchi was a little surprised, Mu Zhe casually put his elbow on his shoulder, pressed it, it was just right, and he just held on like that: "What's wrong?"

"did not expect."

"Didn't think of anything?"

"I didn't expect you to read this type of book."

"What?" Mu Zhe took a book and tapped him on the head, "I'm too fierce, am I?"

"No," Xie Qiuchi smiled sheepishly, and said in a low voice, "You are very handsome."

He just didn't expect Mu Zhe to like the books of this kind of literary youth. He was tired of reading the Chinese ones, but Mu Zhe still read the original ones.

Xie Qiuchi had an inexplicable feeling in his heart that "it is indeed my master". He shook his head and shook it out. Sit down."

Xie Qiuchi obediently got up and sat next to him, reading his book.

His major is Chinese language and literature. Not only does he need to study Chinese from ancient to modern times, but he also needs to study both Chinese and Western cultures. These days, he is holding a book on the history of foreign literature, matching the names of people with the names of works.

As he read it, he thought that Mu Zhe really belonged to the genius type of academic master, who basically didn't come to the library, and when he came, he leisurely read obscure books.

Thinking about it, he involuntarily glanced over. After several times, Mu Zhe stretched out his foot and stepped on his foot without raising his eyes, and rolled it twice before retracting.

Xie Qiuchi immediately realized that he had been discovered, and lowered his head in embarrassment.

But when he lowered his head, the image of Mu Zhe reading just now involuntarily appeared in his mind.

The master is so handsome.

Mu Zhe tapped on the pages of his book: "Read carefully."

Xie Qiuchi nodded in embarrassment.

Mu Zhe looked very calm while reading the book, but Xie Qiuchi didn't dare to read any more, and kept his head buried in the book, without lifting his head again.When Mu Zhe got up, he looked up at him blankly, then looked at his watch, and was surprised to find that he and Mu Zhe had just stayed in the library for almost three hours.

After following Mu Zhe out, Xie Qiuchi felt a little nervous.

The last time he was drunk and his mind was a little chaotic, this was the first time he was sober and walked on campus with Mu Zhe, it felt very novel.

He purposely followed Mu Zhe half a step behind him. After walking for a while, Mu Zhe turned his head slightly and said, "Go to eat?"

"Okay, what would you like to eat?"

"Cheese baked rice."

Xie Qiuchi frowned slightly embarrassed: "There is no..."

Mu Zhe raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

Xie Qiuchi's eyes lit up immediately: "Can I do it for you?"

Mu Zhe nodded: "Put more cheese, do you have it at home?"

"Yes." Xie Qiuchi laughed happily, still thinking about Mu Zhe's unintentional "home", which was a bit light.

But the meal was still not finished—Mu Zhe was stopped by someone.

The girl who trot over looked familiar, she casually brushed her forehead to her ear, half-smiled and half-complained: "I don't answer the phone, so I can find it easier."

"Just came out of the library, the volume is muted." Mu Zhe took out his cell phone while talking, and sure enough, he missed several calls. "Next time, I will buy you something to apologize for your crime, Miss."

"Then it's settled." The girl tilted her head and smiled at Xie Qiuchi again, "Hello, my name is Song Qingsheng."

Her voice was sweet but not greasy, like water droplets bouncing on the lotus leaf, Xie Qiuchi remembered seeing her picture when he was browsing the school forum.

Song Qingsheng's appearance is also the same as her voice, which is sweet and makes people feel very comfortable when she smiles. Although Xie Qiuchi is not interested in girls, he smiled as if he was infected by her smile, but he didn't know what to do. No matter what to say, I just nodded politely: "Hello, my name is Xie Qiuchi."

Fortunately, Mu Zhe interjected in time: "You came here in a hurry just to introduce yourself to him?"

"Of course not," Song Qing gave him a sharp look, "The tutor has something to do with you, so let me run the errands."

Mu Zhe glanced at Xie Qiuchi, hesitantly: "Is it urgent? Can't I find him tomorrow?"

"Very urgent! If you can't find the old road, you will go crazy! Otherwise, I wouldn't run outside for him, and my hair will be messed up!"

Mu Zhe sighed and turned to Xie Qiuchi: "Qiuchi, I have to..."

Xie Qiuchi nodded understandingly: "You..." He bit the tip of his tongue, "Go, it's important to be busy with business."

Song Qing heard the words and immediately pulled Mu Zhe's arm, and smiled: "Then senior Qiuchi goodbye!"

"Goodbye."

Mu Zhe only had time to say "be careful on the road", before Song Qing hurriedly dragged him away, and Xie Qiuchi stood there watching for a while.

In fact, it's nothing. Of course, studies are the most important thing. What's more, there is nothing important here. Mu Zhe has no obligation to refuse the teacher's call.

But even still a little lost.

His cooking skills are actually pretty good, and he really wants to show off.

Xie Qiuchi exhaled, wiped his face, and walked home.

Since the day they ran into each other in the library, Xie Qiuchi began to observe Mu Zhe's behavior intentionally or unintentionally.I found that he is a very regular person, he will come to the library every Tuesday and Thursday, play basketball on Wednesday, and he is basically indispensable for basketball games inside and outside the school. Xie Qiuchi occasionally goes to watch secretly, but he hasn't gone to say hello yet—— In school, he is not as comfortable facing Mu Zhe as he is outside, not to mention that Mu Zhe will always be surrounded by a few cute and charming girls, so what's the point of him rushing in?

And...Mu Zhe didn't necessarily want to see himself. He remembered that when he moved that time, Mu Zhe frowned after he said something wrong. The slave relationship is mixed with too many things.

So he also avoided it carefully, not to make the other party feel uncomfortable.

But he couldn't control himself at all, and often when he came back to his senses, he found that he was looking for Mu Zhe again—not only a pervert, but also a stalker.

There was a basketball game today, and after Mu Zhe scored another three-pointer, the audience cheered, and Xie Qiuchi also applauded.The people around him either shouted happily or scolded their mothers, but he was the only one who remained silent.

After the game, he naturally left quietly as before. It was a coincidence that he received a message from Mu Zhe not long after he left, telling him to be on time at four o'clock in the afternoon.

When Xie Qiuchi went, Mu Zhe hadn't come back, and there was no answer when he knocked on the door. He stood at the door for a while before seeing Mu Zhe approaching, and quickly greeted him: "You're back."

"waited for so long?"

"Just arrived for a while."

Mu Zhe patted his face: "Watchdog."

Xie Qiuchi smiled and nodded.

He waited for Mu Zhe to take off his shoes, and was about to put them away, but was stopped by Mu Zhe.

Mu Zhe took the shoes from him, tied them in a knot and hung them around his neck.

He hadn't changed his shoes after playing, and the warm sweat in his shoes was floating around Xie Qiuchi's nose.

Mu Zhe pushed him to the ground: "You're so greedy, you're almost drooling."

As he spoke, he took a gag and asked Xie Qiuchi to open his mouth.

Xie Qiuchi obediently opened his mouth and asked Mu Zhe to stuff it into his mouth.

There were several small round holes on the top of the mouth plug, and the uncontrollable saliva was about to flow out along the holes, Xie Qiuchi yelled anxiously, and was slapped when he wanted to suck the saliva back.

"What's the name, isn't the dog being honest with its mouth plugged?" Mu Zhe pulled his hair again to make him look up, "Why, shy?"

Xie Qiuchi hesitated for a moment, then nodded honestly.

Mu Zhe frowned: "I can't fix your problem today, so don't take this stuff."

Xie Qiuchi glanced at him in panic, and just about to beg for mercy, he was pushed down again, with his forehead touching the ground.Xie Qiuchi didn't struggle, he put his elbows on the ground naturally, and collapsed his waist again.

Mu Zhe stomped on his waist, seeing that he was not shaking, his face looked better, and he said, "Lie down well."

He dragged a lazy sofa from the corner, put his feet on Xie Qiuchi's back and started playing with his phone, using Xie Qiuchi as a cushion for his feet.

Xie Qiuchi was smelling his master's shoes while stabilizing his figure. It was nothing at all. He had received still life training several times before, but this time something was stuffed in his mouth, and the saliva kept flowing out. Because of the posture problem, some saliva still It flowed directly to his face, Xie Qiuchi felt ashamed and ashamed, feeling that time passed too slowly.

Mu Zhe let him lie there for almost half an hour before letting him go, glanced at his drool everywhere and the reddish corners of his eyes, and really didn't intend to remove the gag for him.

He raised his chin with his foot and asked, "Shy?"

Xie Qiuchi shook his head.

"Stop pretending to me." Mu Zhe stepped on his shoulder, "Do you think this is ugly?"

Xie Qiuchi didn't know whether to shake his head or nod for a while, but fortunately Mu Zhe didn't ask him to answer, he just said: "When you are flirting, you are more flirtatious than anyone else, but you often can't turn your head around. The owner can dress up the dog as he wants, isn't it? Because the dog likes itself? Have you ever seen a dog that was shy and unwilling because it was shaved by its owner or wore a bad dress?"

Xie Qiuchi shook his head - this time he was much more serious than last time, and Mu Zhe could tell that he was really thinking about what he said.

"So you think you should be shy?"

Xie Qiuchi shook his head again.

"When I first trained you, I said that I have high requirements for obedient dogs. In addition to behavior, there are also psychological ones. When training you, you should understand your identity. I don't ask you to do anything for you. Happy, but because I like it, understand?"

Mu Zhe stared at him, Xie Qiuchi stared blankly at him for a while, then nodded as if waking up from a dream.

"Responding so resolutely, it's useless if you can't do it." Mu Zhe said lightly.

Although he said so, he still pulled Xie Qiuchi closer and took out the gag for him.

He held the mouth gag full of saliva in his hand, and he didn't see any disgusted expression, instead he stretched his empty fingers into Xie Qiuchi's unclosed mouth to mess with it.

His fingers nimbly scratched the upper wall of his mouth, pinching Xie Qiuchi's tongue. At first, Xie Qiuchi's tongue was still a little stiff, but he recovered slowly. He took the initiative to lick Mu Zhe's finger, sucked it lightly, and water came out. Voice.

After Mu Zhe had had enough fun, he became a little excited.

Unexpectedly, Mu Zhe pulled out his hand, wiped his chest, and said, "I'm hungry."

"Can the cheap dog cook for you?" Xie Qiuchi looked at him.

"Well, just do what I said that day," Mu Zhe narrowed his eyes, "Did you forget?"

"The bitch has not forgotten." Xie Qiuchi hesitated, "Then..."

"All the materials are in the refrigerator, hurry up, I'll take a shower." Mu Zhe walked to the door, and specifically said, "The apron is on the wall, get up."

This is what it means to only wear an apron. Xie Qiuchi got up from the ground, went to the kitchen and saw, he was a little dumbfounded—that apron was worn by a girl, and the tender hearts were about to jump out of the apron.

But since Mu Zhe said it bluntly, he had to put it on, but when he was cooking, he couldn't help but imagine Mu Zhe wearing this apron, and almost laughed out loud.

When Mu Zhe came out of the shower, he could already smell the aroma of cheese. Xie Qiuchi was packing up the leftover ingredients, but he didn't notice him coming out.

Xie Qiuchi is thin and thin, with no flesh on his body, but his buttocks are quite upturned, and he is white, and he looks provocative with only an apron on his body.

Mu Zhe stood at the kitchen door and watched for a while, but didn't make a sound.Xie Qiuchi was startled when he turned around, and almost dropped the plate.

"Be careful, if you fall, you will lick it clean."

"You scared me to death." Xie Qiuchi held the plate steady.

"Why, I still need your consent to see a dog?"

Xie Qiuchi continued smoothly: "No, you can just look at it."

Mu Zhe Yile: "You've learned how to talk poorly, don't you hurry up and bring it out, your master, I'm hungry."

The baked rice tasted pretty good, Mu Zhe saw Xie Qiuchi kneeling next to him, not intending to enter the kitchen again, so he raised his eyebrows: "Only made one?"

Xie Qiuchi nodded of course.

Mu Zhe was a bit dumbfounded—he was not good enough when he should be good, and he was very good when he shouldn't be good. Xie Qiuchi is really a strange flower in the sub world.

He thought for a while: "Don't kneel here, sit on the mat."

The cushion was placed not far from Mu Zhe, facing him, Xie Qiuchi crawled over and sat down cross-legged.

"Legs, straighten and spread apart."

So Xie Qiuchi changed from a cross-legged position to one with his legs spread wide, his genitals were facing Mu Zhe, and unfortunately they were raised high.

Mu Zhe put his feet on his thighs and began to eat.

Xie Qiuchi held his thighs to maintain this position. Mu Zhe's feet occasionally rubbed against his upturned genitals, and he couldn't help shaking. Mu Zhe simply kicked him: "Parkinson's, what are you shaking?" shake?"

Xie Qiuchi was hooked by the smell of baked rice, and at the same time was rubbed against key parts by Mu Zhe's feet, feeling both comfortable and uncomfortable, he groaned twice.

Mu Zhe was dissatisfied: "I'm asking you something."

For a moment, he didn't expect that it was still a question that needed to be answered, so he was stunned for a moment before whispering: "The bitch can't help it..."

"What, it hurts you to be hit twice by you? The hot water is all on my feet."

Xie Qiuchi's genitals trembled, and he became more energetic.

"Why are you still standing there, lick it clean. You didn't cook your own meal, so you just wanted to eat my feet?"

Xie Qiuchi hesitated for a moment, then nodded in accommodating way: "Yes, that bitch just wants to lick his master's feet."

However, this pose requires too much flexibility to bury the head. Xie Qiuchi's muscles and bones are not soft enough, which makes it a little difficult. He begged: "Master, can the bitch change the pose?"

"Lick on your stomach."

Xie Qiuchi carefully held Mu Zhe's feet and changed his position, letting Mu Zhe step on his palm. He lowered his head and took a deep breath before putting Mu Zhe's toes in his mouth and licking them loudly.

Mu Zhe enjoyed his service, put aside the half-eaten baked rice, and looked at it for a while while crossing his hands.

"Extend your tongue, you can't see clearly."

"The expression is a little bit more cheap."

"Exercise, I didn't feel that you like to lick your feet, little coward."

Xie Qiuchi gasped heavily, and his scorching breath sprayed on Mu Zhe's feet, Mu Zhe squinted his eyes: "Look at your dick is so hard, you can lick your feet and come out, right?"

Xie Qiuchi put his toes in his mouth and made two "woo hoo" sounds, but couldn't figure out what it meant.

Mu Zhe stomped on his head: "Okay, get up and eat."

Xie Qiuchi raised his head in a daze, and realized what Mu Zhe meant when he saw the rice left on one side, and quickly shook his head: "Bitch is not hungry."

"Who the hell asked you if you were hungry, so you can eat as soon as you are told!" Mu Zhe frowned impatiently, and then snorted when he saw Xie Qiuchi hurriedly picking up the plate, "I don't have a long memory."

Xie Qiuchi was very troubled, he held the plate and looked at Mu Zhe for a few seconds, and then said: "Can the bitch go to the kitchen to get a spoon?"

"Dirty?"

"No!" Xie Qiuchi was taken aback. He was clearly afraid that Mu Zhe thought him dirty, but he didn't know what to say, so he had to repeat it again, "No."

Mu Zhe sighed: "Put the plate on the ground."

Xie Qiuchi put down the plate, he stretched out his foot to stir the plate, and said calmly, "I can eat it now? What kind of spoon do dogs use to eat?"

Xie Qiuchi's gaze stayed on Mu Zhe's feet, and he was not in a hurry to eat, so he whispered, "Would you help the master lick it clean?"

After getting permission, he picked up Mu Zhe's feet, rolled up the rice grains sticking to them with his tongue, and ate them one by one. After licking them clean, he put them down lightly, and kowtowed: "Thank you, master."

Mu Zhe wiped the cheese on his mouth with his hand, and patted his face: "Eat it, puppy."

After all, the structure of a human face is different from that of a dog's. After Xie Qiuchi ate half of the plate of rice, his face was covered all over. Mu Zhe looked very happy and asked him to look in the mirror by himself.

"Stupid dog, you can't even eat."

Xie Qiuchi faced the mirror, held back for a long time, and replied, "You bitch, work harder next time."

Mu Zhe liked his stupid and serious look very much, so he took a wet towel and wiped his face himself in a good mood.

Xie Qiuchi was flattered. When Mu Zhe held his face in his hands, he didn't dare to move, and his face was pinched: "What kind of expression do you have? Wiping your face will scare you to death."

Xie Qiuchi pursed his lips and smiled.

Mu Zhe saw that the place where he was pulled was a little red again, so he simply rubbed his hands twice, and sighed: "I think you are born with a physique that can be abused, and you will turn red when you touch it."

Xie Qiuchi froze for a moment, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Mu Zhe guessed that he had been kneeling for a long time today, so he asked him to sit back on the cushion——still with his legs wide open.

There was still an advertisement on TV, Mu Zhe was bored, he stepped on Xie Qiuchi's calf little by little, all the way to the base of his thigh, and played with his toes on his genitals that had not softened, suddenly asked: "You performed well today, do you want to What reward do you want?"

Xie Qiuchi actually felt that his performance was still poor today. He didn't expect that there would be a reward. After thinking for a while, he thought about it: "Can the cheap dog ask for the clothes that the master changed? Wash it and return it to the master."

Mu Zhe threw him the clothes that he was going to wash aside: "You are not allowed to ejaculate today."

"Yes, Master."

The genitals were uncomfortably hard, but Xie Qiuchi hugged Mu Zhe's clothes, sniffed them a few times, and still smiled.

"Does it smell good?" Mu Zhe jokingly saw his movements.

"It smells good, the owner's smell is the best."

"I found that once you make a mistake, you will flatter your horse, and you can't fart normally." Mu Zhe said.

"The bitch is telling the truth." Xie Qiuchi whispered.

Mu Zhe smiled.

Of course he knows why Xie Qiuchi speaks so nicely recently—since he told him to let go last time, Xie Qiuchi has learned how to let go, at least talking more than before, not only asking and answering, but also Learn to supplement.

He has seen too many slaves who are casually perfunctory to their masters. Like Xie Qiuchi, no matter what he says, he will really implement it. Let alone a slave, it is rare to see it anywhere.

Although this relationship does not know how long it can last, Mu Zhe still hopes to last for a while, after all, such a pleasing dog is hard to find.

Mu Zhe looked at Xie Qiuchi, saw him hugging his clothes and sniffing left and right, and even rubbed his face quietly twice. He didn't know what came to his mind, and suddenly asked: "Is the game good?"

Xie Qiuchi's movements froze immediately, and he didn't dare to raise his eyes for a moment.

Mu Zhe crossed her legs, waiting for his answer.

"You...you saw it?"

"What do you think?"

He remembered that Mu Zhe had sent a text message as soon as he left the stadium—had he seen it a long time ago?

Xie Qiuchi buried his head in his clothes, covering his expression, and explained with difficulty: "The cheap dog just happened to pass by..."

"Every scene is just right?"

"..."

Mu Zhe was a little confused, and kicked him: "Are you fucking dumb again? I'm asking you something."

He didn't kick hard, but Xie Qiuchi trembled.

"I'm sorry master, the cheap dog will not dare in the future."

Mu Zhe gave a "tsk" sound: "Look up, look at me."

Xie Qiuchi paused for a moment, then raised his head, his eyes were not red this time, but the expression on his face was almost crying.

Mu Zhe was speechless: "What are you thinking? Huh? What kind of apology?"

"...The cheap dog went without the owner's consent..."

Mu Zhe suddenly said, "Thank you Qiu Chi."

This was the first time Mu Zhe called his name when he was alone, but he stopped talking and stared blankly at Mu Zhe.

Mu Zhe leaned forward and asked seriously, "Why do you think I won't let you watch me play?"

There was a moment of silence between the two, Mu Zhe's patience was surprisingly good this time, he didn't rush him, but just looked at him.

After a long time, Xie Qiuchi said: "The cheap dog thinks that the owner doesn't like to have too much contact with the cheap dog outside of training."

This answer was a bit unexpected, Mu Zhe digested it and asked, "Why do you think so?"

Xie Qiuchi didn't speak.

Mu Zhe sorted out his thoughts, and probably guessed something: "Did I say the wrong thing when I rented the house?"

Xie Qiuchi frowned slightly, he subconsciously disagreed with Mu Zhe when he said this to himself: "You didn't mean it, the bitch knows it."

"You don't care if I'm unintentional or intentional, I know if I'm right." Mu Zhe had a headache, "The problem is, if I have any thoughts, I will tell you directly, you think too much."

He pointed to Xie Qiuchi: "Do you count how many days ago this happened, and how many days you held it back without telling me. When you are angry, you can say anything, but usually you become a saw-mouthed gourd. You can do it yourself." Make a complement, right?"

Xie Qiuchi clutched the clothes in his hand tightly: "I'm sorry, master."

One second he thought he was satisfied, but the next second he had a problem. Mu Zhe was very annoyed. He ignored the apology and said, "Put your hands on the ground and spread them out."

Xie Qiuchi put his clothes away and put his palms on the ground. Mu Zhe stepped on his hands with his feet, forcing him to stick his fingers to the ground and straighten them completely.

"Don't hold your paws when you are excited, and use less small movements."

"Yes, Master."

Mu Zhe exerted a lot of strength, Xie Qiuchi silently endured the pain of being stepped on, and felt Mu Zhe put his hand on his head, rubbing his hair with his fingers as if thinking about something.

After a while, Mu Zhe sighed, "Can't I trust you?"

Xie Qiuchi was shocked and wanted to raise his head, but was held down: "Don't move, stay still."

He was restricted in his movements, so he could only anxiously say: "Dogs trust their masters! Dogs are..."

"Just don't want to be honest?"

"It's the dog's problem, not trust!"

"It is precisely because of distrust that there is a problem of dishonesty. You don't want to be honest with me. In the final analysis, it is because you subconsciously feel that I am not worthy of being honest." Mu Zhe patted his head lightly, "You Don't worry, I didn't mean to blame you. It's because I didn't do well enough that you misunderstood. Trust can't be established unilaterally. "

He let go of Xie Qiuchi: "Come here."

Xie Qiuchi climbed two steps and knelt at his feet. Seeing that his eyes were really red, Mu Zhe felt helpless: "I don't blame you anymore, did I make you cry?"

Xie Qiuchi subconsciously wanted to pinch his hands, but when he remembered what Mu Zhe said just now, he let go of his hand, stuck it on the ground, and said in a low voice, "The master is fine, it's all the dog's fault, the dog didn't ask the master, but guessed what the master meant by himself, Dogs suck."

"What new mode of self-blame have you opened up? Did you listen to me carefully?"

"The host is very nice."

Xie Qiuchi's tone was a bit stubborn, like a big dog protecting his master - no one said his master was good, not even Mu Zhe himself.

He doesn't know why he thinks this way, but he doesn't want to hear Mu Zhe blame himself at all, he would rather Mu Zhe scold him and punish him, or beat him with a whip, he can't stand Mu Zhe because of his displeasure Be honest and self-doubt.

"The master is very good to the dog." He quietly reached out and grabbed the corner of Mu Zhe's trousers, not daring to disturb Mu Zhe, he only pinched a little bit, as if looking for a support.

Mu Zhe looked down at him.

A big, downcast dog.

he thought.

"I interrupted that sentence that day because I was afraid that you would think too much. I don't know if you are willing to expand the scope of the master-slave relationship, but I didn't expect it to cause your misunderstanding. This is my inconsideration. "

Mu Zhe's voice was very low, and he knocked on Xie Qiuchi's eardrums, making his eyes sour. He closed his eyes hard, and said, "The dog doesn't understand the master's intentions."

"Don't rush to be courteous," Mu Zhe smiled and continued, "The master-slave relationship is not only unstable to a large extent, but also very dangerous. If the master's judgment on the slave is biased, it is a small matter if the training is not pleasant, and it will affect the slave. The physical or mental condition of your slave is the big thing. There must be a desire to control, but maintaining the relationship and confirming the condition of the slave is the biggest reason why the Lord asks the slave to be honest. If I cannot determine your condition, what I say, my Behavior is likely to cause mental pressure on you, and the pursuit of master-slave relationship is pleasure and comfort, not this kind of extra pressure that could have been avoided."

As if organizing his words, he paused before solemnly saying: "Maybe I didn't understand what I said on the day the relationship was confirmed. Since I have a puppy with a lot of thoughts, let me say it again."

"The desire to control and abuse is something I was born with. It allows me to enjoy the pleasure of being surrendered, but it is the cultivation of a master to control it with reason and take a relationship seriously. I think I am doing well. I'm also continuing to work hard, Xie Qiuchi, as my dog, you should show the greatest trust in this."

His tone was tough, Xie Qiuchi looked up at him, and nodded his head after a long time: "Yes, master."

The tears he had endured for a long time finally fell, and this time he did not hide.

After a long time, Xie Qiuchi recalled this scene and was sure that he opened himself in front of Mu Zhe must have started from this second.

Mu Zhe wiped away his tears tenderly, and put his fingers into his mouth: "Why do you look like a big girl?"

Xie Qiuchi licked Mu Zhe's tear-stained fingers clean, and shook his head: "I am your dog."

"The mouth is so sweet," he pressed Xie Qiuchi's head on his lap, and suddenly picked up Xie Qiuchi's previous words, and said, "I should be nice to you. There is no dog owner who doesn't love dogs." Reasonable. But there is no infallible, all-knowing and omnipotent master in the world, that is God.”

No.

Xie Qiuchi leaned against his leg and raised his eyes. With his eyes, he carefully traced the peaks of his slightly frowned eyebrows, and retorted firmly in his heart.

You are my God.