After reading the mind, I found that the master's character was broken

◎"Yun Lai, be obedient."◎

"Master..."

The low voice of calling brought the air-conditioning air into the house through the wooden door.

"Master, can we..." Zhao Yu paused on the word "disciple" and opened his mouth again, but said, "See you."

The voice was deep and slow, like morning fog, gradually dissipating in the mountains and forests, and finally returned to silence.No one in the room responded to the sound.

Zhao Yu's eyelids drooped slightly, and he could still see a warm light from the gap under the door.

As far as I can remember, Yunlai has no habit of turning on lights while resting at night.

Zhao Yu withdrew the cold hand that was pressing on the door, thinking inexplicably, if Xuefeng lived in another person in the future, there would be another person in this room, Yunlai might not have time to see him...

correct.

Maybe now Yunlai doesn't want to see him anymore.

Zhao Yu's heart was calm, as if he had fallen into a cold pool.In the past, Yunlai couldn't respond to him in retreat, and he never cared about it. He just stood outside and reported the situation in the peak before leaving.

Now Yunlai may be resting, or he may be meditating and unable to respond, but he can't ignore it.

He couldn't help himself to imagine the possibility that Yunlai didn't see him on purpose.

With his fingers curled back to his side, Zhao Yu looked down at the warm light, thinking of the lantern under the eaves of the courtyard gate for no reason.

Its light is so warm.

Zhao Yu sighed softly, turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly his heart shuddered, an inexplicable feeling that if he left, he would lose something suddenly appeared, binding him tightly like a rope.

Frowning slightly, he settled down to think about where and why this feeling came from.

"boom--"

Just as he was thinking, a muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came out of the room through a gap and entered Zhao Yu's ears, awakening his thoughts.

The palm subconsciously raised and attached to the door, and hurriedly called: "Master!"

That sound should never happen.Yun Lai is a Mahayana monk, and he has a strong sense of surrounding things. When the heavy object fell into the air, he might have known about it and made a prompt to stop it.

Moreover, there are no heavy objects that are easy to fall in the Yunlai room.

that voice...

Zhao Yu suddenly thought of a possibility, knocked on the door uncontrollably, and asked Yunlai back and forth what happened.

He made a lot of noise, but there was no reaction from inside.

Zhao Yu's heart was hardened, and he said: "Master, I'm sorry."

Then he used his spiritual power to break open the door, and hurried into the room, his eyes quickly scanned every part of the room, and finally fixed on a screen.

He approached the screen with hurried steps and asked, "Master, are you inside?"

No one answered.

He was hesitant to go around the screen to take a look, but suddenly he heard a familiar tune in his self-consciousness, the content was a short but hasty low-pitched moan.

Zhao Yu's mind was shocked, and he immediately walked around the screen, and in an instant he saw Yun Lai half body leaning against the side of the bed, his fingers clenched tightly on the bedpost, and his head half hanging down, unable to see his expression clearly.

The screen was only two steps away from the bed, and Zhao Yu strode closer, reaching out to support Yunlai without thinking, but was pushed away forcefully by the other party.

Zhao Yu lowered his eyes, met Yun Lai's tightly pursed lips, and saw the patience between his brows and the pink on his cheeks.

"Master, I just want to help you up."

The tone was sincere, but not a single word could reach Yunlai's ears.He tilted his head slightly, his hands were still in the posture of pushing Zhao Yu, and he looked dazed.

Fingertips and palms can clearly feel the material of the other party's robe that is the same as his own.

He never felt that strange, itchy feeling from the bottom of his heart when he touched his clothes.Touching Zhao Yu's, but his bones felt itchy.

Zhao Yu met his gaze directly, only seeing a piece of cold frost.

He collected himself, suppressed the sudden bitterness in his heart, forcibly but gently pulled Yun Lai's hand away, took his arm, and helped him up.

Yun Lai seemed to have exhausted all his strength when pushing him, but now he let him support him without the slightest intention of resisting.

Even the heartfelt voice that came into his sea of ​​consciousness was just a low moan now and then.

Zhao Yu helped him sit by the bed, looked down at his face with pink cheeks but a cold expression, and asked in a low voice, "But it's the same as that day?"

Yun Lai's thoughts were already confused by the itch in his bone marrow, and he didn't have the heart to listen to him or think about his words.

His eyes only looked straight at Zhao Yu's speaking lips, and followed his lower jaw to look at his rolling Adam's apple.

[Tao bone...]

He thought in a daze, when he touched the bones at that time, the discomfort in his body seemed to have subsided a little.

Zhao Yu didn't quite understand, and asked subconsciously, "What kind of bones?"

Yunlai couldn't answer his question.In fact, he could no longer hear Zhao Yu's voice at all.

He kept thinking about the contact with Zhao Yu that day, and the inner demons that were relieved after touching him.

Drink poison to quench thirst.

This word suddenly appeared in Yunlai's mind.The next moment, he raised his hand, his fingers trembling, bit his lip, and reached for the position just below Zhao Yu's Adam's apple.

Zhao Yu only noticed the movement of his hand reaching out, as if he wanted to touch him, so he obediently bent down.

The quietly dormant Adam's apple was just under Yunlai's fingertips, he didn't touch it, and directly touched the beginning of the throat under the Adam's apple.

The slightly warm touch is clearly printed on the fingertips.

【Well...comfortable】

Yun Lai suddenly pressed hard, and then pressed his whole palm against it, and the cold spiritual power was transmitted from the fingertips to Zhao Yu's body, weak and gentle.

And familiar.

Zhao Yu looked down at Yunlai's thin white fingers, his Adam's apple felt the occasional scratching of the fingertips, and moved a few times uncontrollably, attracting a weak press.

The cold spiritual power slowly flowed in his body.

very familiar.

Doubt flashed in the light-colored pupils.But soon, Zhao Yu couldn't care about the familiarity anymore, because Yun Lai suddenly withdrew his hand, turned his head quickly, his eyes fell on the corner, and said, "Get out."

The tone is a familiar tone, but it is mixed with a bit of weakness and patience.

Zhao Yu listened to the weaker voice in the sea of ​​consciousness: 【No...】

Shaking his head slowly: "Master, you need me."

He once solved Yun Lai's thirst and cold.Yunlai's performance now is very similar to that day.He should stay and help Yunlai.

If he doesn't stay, who will Yun Lai go to to solve it?

Contains #哥#儿#全#理# Don’t ask?

Zhao Yu suddenly stretched out his hands to grab Yun Lai's wrists, and asked in a low voice, "Or...Master, let me ask Mo Wen for you?"

Yun Lai was completely attracted by the touch between his wrists, so he couldn't hear what he asked.

The more suppressed the inner demon is, the more terrifying it will explode.

Yun Lai had just pushed Zhao Yu away twice, but now the suppressed longing was like a weed that was caught by a heavy rain and a spring breeze, growing wildly and spreading, covering his entire sea of ​​consciousness in an instant.

He bit his lip, unable to speak a single tune.

But his heart said frankly:

【near-point……】

【Closer...】

Zhao Yu could hear it clearly.But he didn't dare to approach.

He should have obeyed Yunlai's voice, and should have helped Yunlai solve the current situation of suspected thirst and cold, but he didn't dare to act.

Looking at Yunlai's face, Zhao Yu would think of Mo Wen and the intimacy between the two that he had seen with his own eyes.

He wanted to obey Yunlai's voice from the bottom of his heart, but the moral sense molded by Yunlai himself restrained him and made him unable to act.

When he didn't know that Yunlai might be in love with Mo Wen, he would not hesitate at all.

After knowing it, his heart was sore and bitter, and many dark thoughts overflowed, but when the opportunity really came his way, he couldn't leave the hurdle in his heart.

Zhao Yu collected himself, clenched his back teeth, and wanted to let go of Yunlai's wrist, but suddenly heard a voice.

Clear, wronged, dissatisfied.

It resounded in his sea of ​​consciousness.

【Zhao Yu...】

【Why don't you...well, hug me...】

The strings representing morality instantly shattered into slag, scattered all over his body, swallowed by the emotion called possession.

Yunlai called him, and Yunlai knew that it was him beside him.

Zhao Yu didn't know that the corners of his lips raised uncontrollably, his pupils and his heart only had the person beside the bed.He exerted force with his fingers for a moment, and then moved up along the arm wrapped in the white robe, and embraced Yunlai completely in his arms.

【Well……】

【Tighter】

Before Zhao Yu's brain could react, his arms tightened a little obediently, and the black robe pressed the white, pressing out a wrinkled flower.

He asked in a low voice: "Is it going to be cold? I'll take you to the cold pool, okay?"

The half-closed eyes framed a full and bright red lips, and locked a pair of tear-filled eyes.As if his eyes were scalded by that spot of crystal, he hastily avoided it, and raised his hand to wipe away Yun Lai's tears with his peripheral vision.

When he was about to leave the soft and warm skin, his hand was held down by the other.

The owner of that hand raised his head, his forehead resting on his chin, his clenched lips finally loosened, and only four words came out: "No... go to Hanchi."

The memory brought to Yunlai by the word Hanchi has changed from a quiet mind to a cold and piercing pain.

His mind was in chaos, he only subconsciously sought simple satisfaction and resisted pain.

"If you don't go to Hanchi, how can you solve it?"

Zhao Yu had never coaxed anyone before, but he held Yun Lai in his arms, as if he had learned without a teacher, and patiently persuaded him in a low voice, "Go to Hanchi, it will be fine. It will be soon. Teacher... Yunlai, shall we go?"

The palm of Yun Lai's hand hangs down, he holds it backwards, and his fingertips gently caress the other's.

"Yunlai, be obedient."

"Do not……"

【pain……】

Yun Lai shook his head indiscriminately, and his black hair rubbed against Zhao Yu's chin with an itchy feeling.

But Zhao Yu couldn't care about the itch for the time being, his mind was completely gripped by the word "pain".He instantly thought of the fact that he brought Yun Lai down to the cold pool, and coaxed apologetically, "I won't let you into the cold pool. I'm done soaking, and I'll hug you again."

This method was tried last time and it worked.But Yunlai still shouted: "No..."

Zhao Yu raised his hand to support Yun Lai's chin, so that he could meet the other's eyes.He was serious and earnest: "Go, it will be fine. I promise."

Yun Lai bit her lip, shook her head, some strands of hair twisted around his neck, covering a little blush.

He couldn't speak clearly, but he expressed his heart clearly.

【Touch me...】

【...It will be fine, soon】

He slowly touched Zhao Yu's neck with his pinched fingers, 【Hold a little tighter...】

His face, which had always been frosty, was covered with patience and longing, making him look utterly pitiful.

Seeing Yun Lai's appearance like this, Zhao Yu suddenly felt that he had fallen into a scorching sea of ​​flames, his whole body was being scorched, and a strange current of heat gathered and rushed down.

He let go of his hands unbearably, turned his head slightly, closed his eyes tightly, and some loose strands of hair were entangled with Yunlai's black hair.

He didn't get a response, and instead lost the touch on his jaw.

Yun Lai bit her lip, hiding all her longing, but said honestly in her heart:

[Touch me again... a little closer...]

The Sea of ​​Consciousness resounded with such a straightforward longing, Zhao Yu's whole body was stiff, his eyes were still closed, and large patches of red crept up his ears quietly.

For a long time, or just for a moment, he heard himself say:

"it is good."