The beautiful luthier and her dream lover

The beautifully framed picture scroll was slowly unfolded, and the smile in the fourteen's eyes instantly condensed into ice, and there is nothing like this.

Standing there for a long time, taking deep breaths repeatedly, it was as if solid ice had been violently broken, and the broken pieces of ice blocked her heart, blocking her breathing.

The wind of Zheyun Mountain whistled with fine snow, the dead trees were shaken, the sound of wind, the sound of falling snow, the huge mountain top? Like a head? The giant beast was dormant in the middle of the night. Fourteen? subconsciously rubbed his cold fingertips, the dead Her heart slowly woke up, and she had to think more about Master's goodness in order to find the courage to survive.

She stubbornly fixed her eyes on the picture scroll, returned to her senses, and her mind was full of thoughts.

The drawing paper is old, it looks a little old, and the corners are frayed, which shows that it is often taken out for appreciation.

The person who drew this picture must be full of love to draw people like this? Beauty is pierced from the soul and magnified to the extreme lingering joy in the world.

Stimulate the eyes, but also shock the soul.

It is the most voluptuous and revealing picture that a girl has ever seen.

And the person with black hair and red lips on the picture scroll is the master.

The woman who was fortunate enough to be plundered by her was lying there, her long hair scattered like a waterfall to cover her face. The side face, the faintly protruding pointed chin, is definitely a beauty. Looking at her waist, you can tell that she is not only a beauty , is still a natural stunner.

The slender waist is in the palm of the master.

Tuning. Teach and? Be tuned. Teach.

Willing to give everything? Selfless, fourteen? Should have seen the face, red ears, after all, the dripping juice and water are all drawn by the person who wrote the pen.

She should have closed her eyes, but she stared blankly at the woman who couldn't see her eyebrows clearly, and then looked at it again? Black hair, eyebrows and eyes full of chic? A young man The angry master couldn't look away.

Would a person whose master looked as serious as an exiled immortal do such a tricky thing?

Yes.

Isn't it right in front of her eyes?

She had never seen such domineering and possessive eyes, the joy from the bottom of her heart hanging on the tip of her brows, on Master's face.

The frozen picture was reflected in the girl's eyes, and her mind automatically completed the perfect movement. She was caught in a stalemate of hot and cold. Thinking? What? I reached out to open another hidden compartment.

Then, she saw? The woman's true face.

She curled her lips, she was indeed a beauty as she expected.

Did she see her face? She also saw the nostalgia that couldn't be hidden at the end of her red eyes.

The figure is also very good.

No wonder Master couldn't put it down.She stared at the master's clean and thin back, at the two butterfly bones that were about to pierce the drawing paper, her eyes were deep and she couldn't discern the emotion.

One after another, the restrictions were lifted, and the master treated her with no defenses, and the restrictions also recognized her as the master. It couldn't be easier for the master to enter his own "private treasury". My heart was still shrouded in thick acetic acid.

How did this change again? A beauty? !

The beauty is cold, and she can't see much human touch in her eyes. Her dress is fluttering in the wind, and her eyes are like snow, carrying an awe-inspiring holiness that cannot be desecrated.She was holding a piano in her arms, her long hair was flying, and her collarbone was showing an astonishing look.

Fourteen? Looked at it intently, this was the only one in the picture scroll she turned out with clothes on.It is also the only one that is as frosty as snow and as cold as ice.

But the more it is like frost and snow, the colder it is, the more thrilling it is when it melts and blooms. Looking at another spring love scroll in her hand, Fourteen secretly thought: After all, she is too young.

This snow-like beauty is simply a monster who seduces and lures Master to sink!

There was a mouthful of blood in her throat, her little face turned red and white, and another hidden compartment was opened.

Compared with the first one I saw, this drawing paper is a little newer. Master Danqing has reached the pinnacle, especially in the artistic conception and charm of the picture, which is unrivaled.

She saw? Master's madness, saw? Her flirtatious, similarly, also saw?

How much love should it have to be able to suppress the vigorous desire and write "mind swaying, dare not do anything wrong" at the end of the roll?

Don't dare to do nonsense, only dare to tell madness on the tip of the pen, for fear of suffering? Who hates it?

Sure enough, love will make people humble.

Fourteen? I forgot how complicated I was going out. The night wind was very cold. She gathered up her clothes and her mind was in a mess. When she came back to her senses, she was already lying beside Master.

Looking at the face so close at hand, all kinds of beauties she had seen before naturally appeared in her mind. It seems that the master is not only proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and thousands of ways of Taoism, he is even more powerful in pleasing women.

The girl who had just reached her age was entangled in love, she got closer? Buried herself in the arms of the master, the black-haired master, the white-haired master, those two women, are they her past?

"Since you can have them, why don't you want me?"

There was a flash of pain in her eyes, and the comparison started unexpectedly.

Comparing appearance and figure, it is a pity to find that she can't compare.Her breasts are not as big as theirs, her legs are not as long as theirs, her eyes are not as shy as theirs, and her eyes are not as shy as theirs.

Master is not a piece of wood? Now it seems that she is a piece of wood!

Fourteen? Rubbed? Rubbed against the side of the master's neck, playing with her slender snow hair. Although she is not comparable to her now, she is not without capital, and she will always grow into a figure that will make people's heart beat at first glance.Near the water tower, the master sleeps with her every night, why don't you have a chance to occupy her heart?

She comforted herself and fell asleep with a heavy heart.

Before going to bed, I watched too many "little secrets" exclusive to Master. The adult's lingering and fierceness, and the passionate beauty bursting out of the body unconsciously entered her heart.Even dreaming, it's all those things.

She dreamed that she became? Those two women, dreamed that it was her and? The master was obsessed with selflessness, so real?

"Master...um...Master..."

She yelled.

The sky will be bright.

Zhou Jing looked at the girl's flushed face silently, listening to her moan that made her blush and heart beat, her fingertips moved slightly, and she couldn't help but place it on her soft lips.

Her fingertips were gradually getting wet, and her expression was stained. She was obsessed. If it wasn't for the girl's exclamation like a screen bursting, she might not have 'woke up'.

Fourteen's little face was flushed, a thin layer of sweat oozed from her forehead, and her eyes suddenly met Master's eyes. She was so ashamed that she pretended to be innocent, as she always did: "Master, Master? You...you are here do what?"

Zhou Jing's bad deeds were discovered by the righteous master, and he turned his face away uncomfortably: "Nothing."

She lifted the quilt off the bed.

Looking at her fleeing back, it was Shisi? The first thing she thought of was nothing else, but Master's beautiful back. She felt ashamed and forced herself to use her brain to think about the problem. She thought: Was Master touching her lips with his fingers just now?

This conjecture is shocking.

She smiled and sat up, her eyebrows were twitched and lazy, and she still had a vaguely immature style when she looked closely.She ejaculated in the dream. She didn't think there was anything wrong with her body, but it was her head. She didn't dare, and she was ashamed to ask Master to dress her as usual.

After tidying up his clothes and belts, Zhou Jing thought back to the scene he saw when he woke up, and murmured, "Fourteen? Is it an adult? Should I sleep alone from now on?"

All the shyness and joy were knocked down from the clouds by her words, and the girl sat there, hugging the brocade quilt without saying a word.

"fourteen??"

The fourteenth laughed? "Okay, got it."

……

In the afternoon, the girl dressed in white had knives in her eyebrows and eyes, and the monsters from the nearby hills came up to compete with her one by one. Being beaten until her nose was blue and her face was swollen became an unforgettable nightmare.

"Hiss—what's the matter, boss?? So angry?"

"Maybe you were reprimanded by His Holiness?"

"Ah? Is it possible that the Venerable is such a doting disciple?"

"Who knows."

The blade is sharp, Fourteen? Eyes unblinking: "Why? They can all do it, but I can't? Don't you want a woman? You'd rather be shut up in the study and draw those Laoshi? Zihua doesn't even look at me, Damn it! You teach me everything and indulge me in everything, why? Why don’t you teach what I want most? Are you going to piss me off?! Stupid! Bastard!"

The earth shaking and mountain shaking submerged the girl's grievances and complaints. Seeing that the situation was not good, the rabbit demon ran away with trembling legs? Two steps: "Boss! Boss! Can't split anymore? If you split this mountain again, you will fall down!" ?!"

"Fall what? What? There is a magic circle around the mountain, how could it be possible to fall?" The girl's tone was not friendly, and she slashed down fiercely with the last knife. With a soft moan: "Fourteen? What's the matter?"

She counted the days and days, suddenly realized, bowed her head and continued to paint.

With just a few strokes, the girl's silhouette is reflected on the paper, just a back view, which is also a unique color in the world.

"Hold it, hold it back, don't mess around..." She threw away her pen and sighed how hard she was.Wait another three years, and when she turns fourteen and eighteen, she will confess her love to her.

She has a headache and forehead pain, and she has to wait another three years.

I vented my anger outside, and when I got home, Fourteen was still the darling that Master held in his palm.

Is there too much on the table tonight? She saw the two dishes for reducing dryness and did not say a word. She didn't want to touch those two dishes, but she had to eat them when the master brought them for her.

Zhou Jing watched her all the time and asked, "Don't you like it?"

Fourteenth, I changed my mind, knowing that I can't just annoy her, and smiled, with a gentle voice: "I like it. Master feed me."

Have you been fed? She has been feeding her for more than ten years, so it is nothing to feed her again.Zhou Jing didn't even think about picking it up? He fed the spiritual vegetables to her mouth, and seeing that she didn't use serving chopsticks, Fourteen's grievances were well appeased, and she ate happily.

Both of them need to relieve their dryness and fire. The fourteenth day is approaching. What about her?It's about to be unbearable, she likes the most. The good thing, the whole life goes on, the days of joy are not many, but the days of waiting are long.

The two masters and apprentices fasted early, but they were still greedy for the warmth in this vegetable meal.

Fourteen? She likes to eat at the same table with her master, and Zhou Jing, when she first met Zhou Zhou, was a slightly more powerful 'mortal'.

Come to think of it, is it already a matter of the previous life?

At night, fourteen? Consciously go back to the room next door to sleep.Lying on an unfamiliar bed, the tip of her nose could not smell the vanilla smell from Master, and loneliness surrounded her deeply.Arrived? In the middle of the night, she still didn't rest. She bit her lip and turned over heavily, hoping that the master who was separated by a wall could hear her tossing and turning.

It's a pity, the bed is about to collapse? Master is still indifferent.

She was so angry that she lost her temper, gritted her teeth, and fell asleep!

With the childish mentality of "I can still eat well and sleep soundly without you", I fell into a dream for a long time.

In the dream, she was the one Master loved.

This dream was endless, and a voice sounded in the dark, telling her clearly: Everyone that Master loves from beginning to end is her.

Fourteen. Dreaming, laughing, waking up, the face of the day scene in the next room is buried in the pillow where the disciple slept, and he takes a deep breath: "Zhouzhou..."

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