Master and gashapon machine cannot have both [unlimited]

The smooth and cool hair brushed against the cheeks, and a familiar breath came to the face.The golden pupils were half drooped because of the master's bending over, and the slender eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings.The gorgeous earrings brushed against the side of the face, and the tassels hung down softly.

Yunanxue put her hand next to Cuo Fusheng's ear, and she just pressed down on it.Because Cuo Fusheng turned his head suddenly, the tips of their noses almost touched each other.

Cuo Fusheng was directly stunned by this beauty attack.

Are the NPCs here still simulacrum, and they know his taste so well?

Or is it that he is not awake yet, is this a hallucination?

For a while, he didn't really look for the master. In fact, he thought that the first reason is that his brain is not clear after the sequelae, and the second is that he underestimated the degree of Yun Nanxue's understanding of him.

Tentatively reaching out to touch that handsome face, Yu Nanxue looked at the approaching hand, but didn't hide, but tilted her head slightly and took the initiative to get closer.

The cold fingertips touched the warm cheeks, making both of them startled slightly.

"Why is it so real..." Cuo Fusheng muttered softly, and poked his fingers restlessly.

Yu Nanxue was both angry and funny, she opened her mouth to speak, to wake up his little disciple.

As a result, Cuo Fusheng just reached out his hand to touch his face again, and with this movement, Yu Nanxue stroked his fingertips into his lips.

Yunanxue was startled, her teeth subconsciously rubbed her soft fingertips.

Cuo Fusheng was also stunned, his finger was bitten a few times, it was a little itchy, and he ticked it subconsciously.

Touched something soft and warm, still wet...

The air has been quiet for a long time, and a strange atmosphere is slowly growing and spreading.

In the end, it was Cuo Fusheng who came to his senses first and realized that the person in front of him really seemed to be the master.

So here comes the question: as an apprentice, how many years should he be sentenced for playing/playing with the master's mouth with his fingers?

A wet feeling suddenly came from the fingertips, and Zuo Fusheng was taken aback, realizing that it was the master who licked him.

The tingling sensation spread from the fingertips to the limbs at a fast speed, and Cuo Fusheng's whole body went limp, and a thin layer of red appeared on his snow-white face.

"Master, Master..."

When he came back to his senses, Cuo Fusheng quickly withdrew his hand.Seeing the water on the fingertips, the thin red on the face instantly turned into a deep red, like a ripe peach, making people want to take a bite.

I rubbed it on the bed sheet, and the watery light was wiped off but I couldn't get rid of the itchy feeling to the top of my heart.

Yu Nanxue blinked, and responded softly, as if she didn't realize how much shock her little disciple had caused by her actions just now.

Don't use this face to do these things! !Cuo Fusheng wailed in his heart.

If he hadn't seen through the pure and flawless little heart under the master's clear face, he would definitely think that the master was tempting him again at this moment.

He is not what he used to be, he sees everything now.

So he forcibly appeases his quick-tempered darling, puts Fusheng on Yunanxue's shoulder, and pushes him away.

"Master, don't press me down, it's a bit heavy."

He was just looking for an excuse to sit up, but when Yu Nanxue heard this, not only did she not get up, but she pressed down again, and this time directly pressed Cuo Fusheng under her body, and the two of them were close to each other .

"Shengsheng, you have changed." Yu Nanxue said the old mantra, with a small expression of aggrieved, "Why are you so indifferent to Master."

"What's so good about the people here? You would rather stay here than come back. Do you know how long Master has been worried?"

As Yunanxue spoke, her tone became resentful, she raised her hand to pinch Cuo Fusheng's cheek and pulled it.

It's like a boudoir who hates a woman.

"..." Wrong Fusheng was at a loss for words.

He really wanted to say that he really wanted to go back directly, but didn't this happen all of a sudden.

If he went back in the half-dead state before, the master might be in a hurry.

"I... Master, please listen to my explanation..." He didn't know how to explain to death.

Yunanxue looked at Cuo Fusheng quietly, and there were four words written in her eyes: You make it up slowly.

"I..." Cuo Fusheng moved back a little in vain, trying to escape the range of Master's beauty radiation.

"Bang Dong!" A small ball fell out of the bag and hit the ground. This sound, which would not attract attention at ordinary times, was extremely ear-piercing at this moment.

Cuo Fusheng's complexion turned pale, where did this thing come from, didn't he burn it? !

That's right, this ball is the projector that made Mistake Fusheng so frightening in the dungeon before, and the content inside is extremely subtle.

Yunanxue didn't pay attention to it at first, but when she saw the young disciple's sudden change of expression, she became suspicious.

Suppressing Cuo Fusheng who was going to pick up the ball, Yunanxue reached the projector first.

"Di!"

Under Cuo Fusheng's disbelieving gaze, Yu Nanxue passed the projector's identity scan.

The ambiguous and entangled voice came out again, almost echoing in this room with only two people.

The picture passed by frame by frame, seeing that the situation was out of control, Hua Fusheng covered his face in despair, and had already begun to think about where to choose his grave.

Will he be chopped up alive by Master?

After the projector finishes playing once, turn it off again.The light disappeared, and there was only dim light in the room.

"..."

Yu Nanxue hadn't spoken since the screen appeared, and didn't respond until the screen disappeared.

He didn't move, even Cuo Fusheng didn't dare to move.The two of them just kept their bodies intertwined on the bed, which was quite similar to the last posture of the two in the projector.

After a long time, Yunanxue got up.

Cuo Fusheng was shocked, and immediately shrank to the corner of the bed, hugging the quilt and curling up into a ball.

"Master, don't think too much, me too, I really don't know what's going on!"

He was really wronged this time, the projector was simply touching the porcelain, so why did he forcefully follow it.

"Shengsheng" Yu Nanxue spoke, her voice sounded quite calm.

Cuo Fusheng responded cowardly, not knowing what the other party was going to say.

Yu Nanxue picked up the projector, clicked play again, and the scene that made people blush and heartbeat appeared again.

"As a teacher, I don't remember having brothers. You are also an orphan." Yu Nanxue looked at the projector without turning her head, "So this is us?"

In the picture, Yu Nanxue is just holding the back of Cuo Fusheng's head, causing the young man in his arms to raise his slender, snow-white neck high.

The lips rubbed lightly, leaving one after another conspicuous and ambiguous red marks.

And the young man is still moaning and chirping to make people lighter, so as not to get rid of it.The result was only more aggressive behavior from the man.

Yunanxue lowered her eyes and pursed her lips subconsciously.

If this is him and Shengsheng, why doesn't he have the slightest impression?

Seeing that the two people in the picture are going to bed again.Cuo Fusheng couldn't watch it any longer, threw himself on Yunanxue, snatched the instrument and turned off the projection.

"This is actually what I encountered in that dungeon." Cuo Fusheng scratched his hair, "I don't know what's going on, maybe it's something like an illusion that disturbs people's mind—"

"So Shengsheng you dare not come back because of this?" Yu Nanxue asked suddenly.

"Ah?" Cuo Fusheng was taken aback for a moment, and then realized what Yunanxue meant.

The master actually covered the lie for him, and he was worried about how to explain that he was wandering here instead of going back to the palace.

So Cuo Fusheng resolutely made the mistake, and responded to this wonderful misunderstanding, "I'm just afraid that you, Master, will misunderstand. I don't know what's going on with this thing, and I don't know how to explain it to you."

Between the lines, he left himself clean, looking like an innocent and pure little white flower.

Looking at the "wronged and innocent" little disciple in front of her, Yunanxue closed her eyes and wondered what she was thinking.

However, his eyes flicked inch by inch across the floating face, and stayed for a long time on the rosy lips that were constantly being bitten because of nervousness.

Finally, it lingered on the snow-white neck again.

Shengsheng's skin was so white that even a slight rub would leave marks, just like in the projection.

Cuofu trembled, feeling a chill down his back inexplicably.

Facing Master's eyes, I actually felt that those eyes were a bit like those in the picture.

"Master, what are you thinking?" You won't be angry.

"Master?" Seeing that there was no response, Cuo Fusheng called out again.

Yunanxue came back to her senses and let out a soft ah.Raising his hand, his slender fingers brushed past him, causing him to be slightly startled.

"!"

The side of the neck was suddenly covered with warmth and humidity, and Cuo Fusheng was stunned.

There was no tingling sensation, just that inch of skin was gently sucked, and it was extremely itchy.

After a while, Yu Nanxue raised her head, brushed up the strands of hair scattered around her ears, and stared at the conspicuous bright red spot on the snow-white neck.

There is a strange sense of satisfaction in my heart.

"..." Cuo Fusheng opened his mouth, but was unable to make a sound for a long time.

Master, shouldn't he be damned curious by this projection, right?Think it's interesting, so want to try it out for yourself?

He doesn't mind, after all, he has no morals.

But he suddenly felt that the master was so weird... how could he do such a thing without changing his face when he was obviously his son.

What the hell is this emotional blank slate?

Facing Shang Yu Nanxue's gentle eyes, Cuo Fusheng swallowed his saliva, and the strangeness that was compared in the dungeon reappeared

He always felt that the scene where he and his master met for the first time was very strange, one dared to follow and the other dared to lead.Inexplicably, he was so kind to him, so good that he couldn't think of how to repay him.

Master's understanding of liking is also very superficial, as if he can't understand the true meaning of this word at all.In many cases, instead of saying that Master is gentle, it is better to say that he is false.

I don't know the distance between people, I can't tell their identities, what I should do and what I shouldn't do, I don't realize whether my actions are beyond the distance, whether it will cause misunderstanding.

It's like a blank sheet of paper, never having the experience of getting along with others, and can only act according to intuition.

He didn't care, but occasionally felt a little out of harmony.

"Master, what are you doing?" Cuo Fusheng touched his neck.

Yunanxue's expression remained calm, as if she had done nothing just now, "Try."

Inexplicably, he felt that the little disciple's neck looked easy to bite, and when he realized it, his body was already taking action faster than his brain.

Glancing quietly at the red mark on the young disciple's neck, Yunanxue's lips curled up slightly.

Like eating silken tofu, I still want to try it.

Yun Nanxue suddenly opened the door to a new world, so could she still get along with her little disciple like this?He wants to go back and study the video carefully, and he seems to like it very much.

"..." Cuo Fusheng shuddered, feeling a chill down his back, as if he was being targeted by something terrifying.

The author has something to say:

Master: An innocent beauty who behaves harshly and boldly, but is actually very simple in heart.

Fu Sheng: A group of old-fashioned people who talk loudly, but are actually a group of Yan dogs who can only move their hands and feet and only hold small hands.

The master didn't understand what these actions meant, he just thought it looked very intimate, and he liked to be close to his little disciples, so he had a life of misery.

Cuo Fusheng: After so many years, I still can't get used to it, I'm going to suffocate......