[Wearing the Book] Sick Beauty Master Respects He Refuses to Be Cannon Fodder

Leng Huanqing didn't feel sleepy, just stared at Lian An with his chin propped up, many memories flooded his mind at this moment.

The two got along bit by bit, in fact, the days they spent together were not long.

But those good things were experienced together.

Now Lian Yu is still fine, and the senior brother is also fine, there is no regret left.

He tapped the little apprentice's slightly parted lips, twirled his fingertips, turned over and looked at the ceiling, his restless heart gradually calmed down.

Time passed by every minute and every second, until the sky turned pale, and he put on his clothes and walked out the door gently.

Open the kitchen that records his embarrassing stories.

The casserole, vegetables, fish, and rice are all ready.

There is also a pile of messy dishes next to it, with a wide variety.

He directly peeled off the skin of the fish together, and the fish was ripped to a horrible extent.

Leng Huanqing shook his hands, a little afraid to smell the fishy smell on his hands.

In the end, he couldn't take it anymore, and instead of disturbing Lu Yao, he went to the opposite side and knocked on Xiao Feng's door.

When someone came to open the door, he couldn't open his eyes, so Leng Huanqing took out a white porcelain bottle and put it under his nose, Xiao Feng inhaled, and instantly became refreshed.

His eyes are piercing, his face is flushed, and his spirits are extremely good. He always feels energetic all over his body and wants to vent it quickly.

He greeted carelessly: "You are... Master! Is there something to do so early?"

"I want to cook porridge, can you please teach me?"

Xiao Feng patted his chest: "Damn, I thought it was such a big deal, no problem, I can help you."

Leng Huanqing shook his head: "I'll do it myself."

When the two walked into the kitchen, they saw such a big battle, and he mumbled, "Just cook porridge, why do you buy so many things?"

Leng Huanqing's eyes wandered for a moment, "It's just... I don't know which flavor is better, so I made some after thinking about it."

Xiao Feng took a look at these dishes, it was a bit greasy to eat in the morning.

In addition, the master next to him is an inexperienced guy, and the difficulty is a bit high. It's not that he can't do it, but he can't do it.

He patted his head in a flash of inspiration: "You wait for me."

Leng Huanqing was left standing alone, waiting stupidly, not knowing what to do.

When he came back again, he hugged a big guy in his arms: "This is the old pumpkin I hoarded. The porridge is delicious and sweet. This must be suitable for you."

Leng Huan hurriedly took it and found that the weight was not light.

Xiao Feng smiled: "Now, start peeling."

He nodded, put the pumpkin on the stove, stood back a little, and suddenly held a sword in his hand, and pulled it out with a bang, Xiao Feng felt a cold light flash in front of him, and quickly hugged his head.

"No, you, I just told you to peel off the skin, don't be angry!"

Leng Huanqing was speechless: "I'm not angry."

"This is just easy to use."

This sword was refined when he was bored, and he had never used it to kill anyone, so he didn't expect it to come in handy.

Xiao Feng squatted at the door, covered his face with his hands, opened his fingers and looked at him curiously.

He felt that the sword light kept flashing, his eyes were dazzled, and he could only narrow them into slits.

The more he watched, the wider his mouth opened, but within a few breaths, Leng Huanqing had finished his work, and he turned around and asked, "What do you do next?"

Xiao Feng said in a daze: "Cut, cut into pieces."

Then Leng Huanqing washed the rice under his guidance, watched it gurgling, and then put the pumpkin down.

He watched in amazement as the pumpkin pieces softened little by little, and then turned the whole pot of porridge into a nice orange-yellow color. His cold face softened at this moment, and he was very excited, but there was only a smile on his face.

Xiao Feng hurriedly stepped forward, but was blocked: "I should go to the shop too, come and fill my stomach first!"

"You, wake me up and don't let me have a meal."

Leng Huanqing took out a small porcelain white bowl, filled two bowls out first: "If you want to eat, you can eat it by yourself..."

"Come on! I understand, you go and give it to Lian'an."

He was so easy to talk, Leng Huanqing was taken aback for a moment, and before he went out, he saw him running into the yard with his hair untied, looking around in a panic.

Hearing the sound and turning his head, he saw him holding two bowls, pointing repeatedly: "What is this for?"

Leng Huanqing didn't answer, immediately put down the bowl, stepped forward and hugged the person up, blocking Xiao Feng's sight of watching the excitement.

He took a sip of the porridge: "This is really a master and apprentice? Are they husband and wife?"

Lian An was caught off guard and hugged him quickly, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Leng Huanqing didn't look at him, but stared straight ahead: "Were you looking for me just now?"

Lian An shook his head lightly: "...No."

Putting the person on the bed, he brought a basin, wet the handkerchief, supported the soles of the little apprentice's feet with one palm, and helped him wipe off the dust and fine grass he stepped on.

"Don't! Master, don't do this!" Lian An wanted to withdraw his feet, but he held them tightly.

Leng Huanqing looked natural: "In the past... you also took care of me like this."

Lian Yu could only see the top of his hair, and the slight touch on his feet made him feel a little itchy. He grabbed the edge of the bed with both hands, his voice trembling.

"Master, I don't even remember what you said."

"We're not together now, and I haven't treated you so well..."

"The person you want to find is actually just the one you imagined."

Leng Huan wiped his feet dry neatly, then held them with both hands, and lifted them onto the bed.

"You are you, past and present."

Lian An bit his lip, watched his back when he was going out to pour water, quickly put on his clothes, tidied them up neatly, and then came out from behind the screen.

Leng Huanqing was already sitting at the table waiting for him, keeping his hands on the edge of the bowl, keeping the porridge warm.

Seeing him come out, he looked like a kid asking for praise: "Come and taste it, Xiao Feng said it's very sweet."

He held Lian An by the wrist and sat across from him. Through the rising white mist, he looked at his master who had become extremely strange to him, and there seemed to be mist in his eyes.

"Master, are you serious?" He mumbled his lips and asked cautiously, then quickly lowered his head, picked up the bowl and drank all at once.

Leng Huanqing hummed suspiciously: "Of course I'm serious."

"Ahem! It's so hot!" Lian Yu wrapped the porridge in his mouth, opened his lips and inhaled lightly, his face turned red.

Leng Huanqing stretched out his hand to catch him at the bottom: "Spit it out!"

Lian Yu closed his mouth at once, fearing that someone would snatch it from him, and swallowed it all with a thud.

Leng Huanqing: "..."

He raised his hand and knocked on the young apprentice's forehead: "It's just nonsense, it's not like it's gone."

He pinched Lian An's chin and asked him to open his mouth, and sure enough, the tip of his tongue turned white.

Leng Huanqing for a moment, do not know what to say.

Lian An said vaguely: "Master is right, it's delicious."

How could there be... such a well-behaved, loving child!

The strength in his hand suddenly increased, and before he could react, he tilted his head and sealed his lips, and also tasted the soft, rotten and fragrant pumpkin flavor in the mouth of the little apprentice, the sweetness of which was between the two of them. Spread between lips and teeth.

Lian An's eyes widened, and with a groan, he pushed his shoulder in panic, Leng Huanqing did not back down, and gently pinched the back of his neck with his other hand, leaving the little apprentice nowhere to escape.

Later, Lian An's struggling strength became weaker and weaker, and he nestled obediently in his master's arms, and finally his face became more and more red from holding back, and it was still Leng Huanqing who found out that something was wrong with him.

Quickly let go of his lips, scratched Lian's nose with a chuckle: "Confused, are you going to suffocate yourself into a puffer fish?"

"Uh!"

Lian Yu suddenly stood up and tripped over the stool behind him, Leng Huanqing instantly moved behind him and hugged him.

"Small eucalyptus."

"Master, Master, I..." Before he could catch his breath, he buried his face in Leng Huanqing's chest in shame.

Suddenly there was a cold on his lips, it was Master holding a pill, he took it without thinking, and the pill melted as soon as it touched the tip of his tongue, and the burning sensation disappeared suddenly.

Leng Huanqing looked at Lian An's legs leaning against him limply, thinking inappropriately in his heart, it seems...he is also an experienced person.

Otherwise, both of them are shy, so what should we do, when can we catch the little apprentice's heart again.

He put his chin on the top of his hair: "will you believe me?"

The little thing didn't make a sound, but nodded slightly.

Leng Huanqing then suggested: "Let's stay here for a few days first, and after we've visited the surrounding area, I'll take you south, walk slowly and have fun along the way, to all the places you want to go."

"I will always, always, be with you."

As the words fell, he suddenly felt a burst of wetness on his chest, and a warm touch came. Leng Huanqing raised Lian's chin, stroked his face with his fingers, and wiped away the salty tears bit by bit.

"Don't cry, shouldn't you laugh at this time?"

Lian Yu pouted, "I'm crying with joy."

His wish has always been very simple, that is, the master's love for him, not for anything else, because he is Lian Yu, and he is emotional because of himself.

The two looked at each other and smiled, they were still worried when they came here, but now the gap between them has gradually disappeared, as if everything became clearer.

In the next few days, they held hands and walked through the streets together, through the bustling downtown areas, facing the morning light and stepping into the sunset, to create happiness that belonged to the two of them.

The master and apprentice seem to be lovers who have fallen in love for the first time. Apart from holding hands and kissing their little mouths, when they were lying on the bed, they just hugged each other and slept without any further development.

Go a little bit and try how to get along and how to love each other.

But they all feel that this is good, step by step, step by step, and slowly understand.

In a blink of an eye, the third assessment of the Fairy League is coming soon. Qin Shuang has no spare time to intensify his cultivation in the past few days since he came back, so he was asked to use all his energy on the bed .

Just like now, his face is still blush after the tide, and his forehead is covered with beads of sweat.

Pei Yiming's voice had the laziness and hoarseness typical of a man's affair, mixed with satisfaction.

"Xiao Shuang, what's wrong? Can I get some medicine from your fourth uncle?"

Qin Shuang closed her eyes in shame and shook her head: "No, I'm not uncomfortable."

In the end, she still shook her lips and rubbed her legs under the quilt: "I...where I am..."

Pei Yiming raised his eyebrows: "What's going on there?"

Qin Shuang lost his temper after being bullied by him: "I want to wash and stay in it, it's so uncomfortable..."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became. At this time, Pei Yiming turned into a good master again, and he hugged him very neatly and entered the bathtub in the side hall.

The sound of water could be heard faintly, and Pei Yiming put his arms around him: "Why is your face still so red? Is there any residual poison?"

Qin Shuang bit her lip and didn't speak, but he kept asking.

"is not it…"

"Master must have not worked hard enough..."

"Xiao Shuang, you are so hot."

The voice became smaller and smaller, Qin Shuang whimpered, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"...Master."