Mo Fan was a little disappointed, but Ming Shi couldn't tell, "Unhappy?"
Mo Fan scratched his fingers, "Master left me alone in the bathroom."
Ming Shi paused for a moment before saying, "Xiao Fan has grown up, and he should learn to live alone in the future."
It's also his fault, he has always been reluctant to take care of children, and this is how he has become what he is today.
"Master is going to leave me?" Mo Fan was startled, raised his face, and asked anxiously.
Ming Shi put his hand on Mo Fan's back and comforted him, "Don't think about it, Master will never leave you."
"Then why did Master tell me to learn to live alone?" Mo Fan was still staring at Ming Shi's face.
Ming Shi said, "Master's meaning is to let you learn to take care of your own life."
Mo Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and said pitifully, "Master, isn't he willing to take care of me?"
"Xiao Fan has grown up." Ming Shi just said this.
"Then I would rather not grow up." Mo Fan answered without thinking.
Ming Shi didn't speak, and wiped off the water droplets on the boy's hair, and dried it by the flint.
"There is something Master forgot to teach you."
Mo Fan looked at him suspiciously.
Ming Shi calmly explained the boy's physical changes in detail, and seeing Mo Fan's uneasy expression, he added, "This is a normal phenomenon, Xiao Fan doesn't need to worry."
Ming Shi seemed to be just telling Mo Fan about this as a lesson, only he knew how embarrassed he was.
The long-term calm made him cover up his emotions well, and he was so calm that he didn't seem to be talking about the private affairs of the teenager. For this reason, most of the discomfort on Mo Fan's face disappeared.
Mo Fan thought about what Ming Shi told him about not being able to share the same bed and bath together, so he said unhappily, "Then I don't want it, can't I?"
Ming Shi didn't understand.
"If I don't want it, will Master sleep with me?"
Mo Fan looked at him innocently, and Ming Shi understood now.
"Nonsense." Ming Shi lightly scolded.
"Why are you messing around? I just like Master, and I want to be with Master." Mo Fan hurriedly explained.
Seeing Mo Fan like this, Ming Shi couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Fan, have you ever seen a grown-up boy sleeping with his mother?"
"But Master is not my mother." Men and women fight against each other, Master told him just now, but Master is not a woman, so what's wrong with sleeping together
Ming Shi didn't know how to explain it, so he just repeated, "Xiao Fan, you have to learn to be independent."
Mo Fan pouted.
That's the end of the conversation.
When eating, Mo Fan looked unhappy and didn't eat much. Ming Shi glanced at Mo Fan's untouched food, and asked, "Can't eat?"
"I do not want to eat."
The angry look is very similar to the appearance waiting for him to coax each time the two have conflicts.
Ming Shi sighed inaudibly, wondering if he was too impatient and didn't give the child a little buffer time.
"You must eat."
"But I'm not happy. I just have no appetite."
"Master is too impatient, shall we take our time?" Almost immediately, Ming Shi compromised. He can't be cruel to young people.
Mo Fan's eyes lit up, "Then Master still sleeps with me!"
"Um."
Mo Fan was happy, and he didn't abuse his stomach, he grinned and started to eat.
The line of Ming Shi's lips softened, even though his face was still expressionless, the corners of his mouth rose a little with a degree invisible to the naked eye.
*****
Ming Shi said that he was impatient, so he really started to proceed step by step.
Waking up in the morning, when Mo Fan saw Ming Shi beside the bed, he naturally stretched out his hand. Ming Shi picked him up and half leaned against the bed.
"Xiaofan has to learn to dress himself."
Mo Fan pursed his lips, thinking of the consensus reached by the two yesterday, even though he was reluctant, he still took the clothes from the other party.
After watching it for so long, it's not that he really doesn't know how to wear it, it's just that he is in a hurry during the process.
After tying the belt into a knot again, Ming Shi took over, "Master will teach you."
Ming Shi realized once again that he spoiled Mo Fan too much. A thirteen-year-old boy struggles to put on any clothes.
Then thinking about it, the young master of a rich family is also like this, and I feel calm again.
With his wealth, wouldn't it be an easy task to raise a delicate young master? But Mo Fan wants to become a magician, so he can't do that.
The fingers that have been done hundreds of times nimbly tie the hidden knots of the obscene clothes. During the process, Ming Shi explained in detail, slowing down from time to time to let the young man see more carefully.
With Mo Fan's understanding at a glance, there is no need for him to say much, but Ming Shi did it anyway.
Putting the young man's coat on the other party, tied the belt, and smoothed the folds of the young man's clothes, and stood up in satisfaction.
Ming Shi didn't notice that a blush appeared on the boy's fair face. I just thought it was the hot air in the morning, which made the boy's white and tender cheeks red.
Mo Fan half bowed his head and put on his shoes and socks. Even because of nervousness, I put the socks on after wearing them several times.
"Xiaofan did a great job." Ming Shi hesitated for a while, and then praised him. Like when he was a child, whenever Mo Fan achieved something, he would encourage him.
Mo Fan didn't stick to it immediately, which was rare, and Ming Shi also thought that the young man understood his intentions, so he went straight to the kitchen.
Mo Fan remembered the dream last night very clearly. The body of just grown-ups is unexpectedly sensitive, and when Ming Shi's fingers run across his waist, there will be a burst of tenderness. If he hadn't firmly restrained himself, he would have made a fool of himself in front of Ming Shi.
Now is not a good time to let the other party understand his thoughts.
Ming Shi has been taking care of him as a child, looking at the flowers through the fog, and didn't think of that aspect for a while, Mo Fan can understand. If he was too much, with Ming Shi's keenness, how could he fail to notice his strangeness
After eating the breakfast prepared by Ming Shi, Mo Fan dragged him outside, saying that he wanted to show off his recent learning achievements.
In fact, when Mo Fan practiced, Ming Shi would watch from the sidelines. He knows better than anyone else what Mo Fan is doing now.
The boy was wearing a thick layer of warm clothes, and his slender and straight body made him not look ridiculously bloated, but against the soft snow fox fur on the brim of his hat, he looked even more cute.
The young man standing in the snow filled the sky was full of smiles, and there was a gleam of brilliance in his flying eyebrows. Ming Shi realized that the boy had really grown up.
The delicate facial features have not been fully opened, but they are already clear. At the end is red lips and white teeth, the white jade is flawless, beautiful and beautiful.
The young man looked around, his eyes lit up when he saw something, and he walked over quickly. The falling snow shook off, revealing a cluster of green plants beneath it.
The green plants that can grow on Xuefeng are obviously not ordinary weeds. Mo Fan took off a leaf and put it between his lips.
A clear whistle sounded melodiously, and a little bit of greenery bloomed under the boy's feet. The buds emerge from the grass and grow rapidly. As far as the calf, tender buds are exposed.
As soon as the whistle was turned, flowers bloomed all over the ground, and the fragrance was tangy. Some birds came from afar and landed on the peach blossom branches all over the branches, chirping and melodious.
In a flash, spring blossoms.
Mo Fan now needs tools to perform illusions, unlike Ming Shi, who can easily make people fall into sweet illusions with just a little movement and eyes.
The young man stood among the flowers, a light snow-white shirt was blown by the breeze, and a corner of the robe was swayed. Colorful butterflies linger and sometimes land on the young man. The young man stretched out his hand and blew on the butterfly wings that landed on his fingertips, and the butterfly flew away crookedly.
Ming Fang indulged himself in the illusion created by the youth, his cold and indifferent face seemed to be tinged with warmth amidst the vitality.
"Master, is it good-looking?" I don't know whether the person is good-looking or the thing is good-looking.
After a moment of divine effort, a shadow fell. The young man had already rushed to Ming Shi, so he was about to pounce on him. Ming Shi naturally raised his hand to catch the young man's thin body, and let the young man hang on his body.
Mo Fan wrapped his legs around Ming Shi's waist, clasped his hands on Ming Shi's shoulders, and the smile in his eyes seemed to be overflowing.
Ming Shi's big palm supported the boy's leg, and the scorching heat seemed to penetrate his clothes.
"Come down." Ming Shi said with a straight face.
"No." The young man said Jiaojiao.
Ming Shi felt quite a headache. I don't know how to develop the habit, the boy loves to jump on him after practicing. He thought that the young man should be enlightened this morning, but who knows that after only one morning, he went back to his old ways.
"Could it be that Master can't hold me anymore?" Mo Fan asked narrowly.
Ming Shi naturally couldn't admit it. Although it doesn't matter to show weakness in front of the young man, there is a voice in his heart telling him that he must not admit it, otherwise, it will be very miserable in the future.
Such an idea came out of nowhere, but Ming Shi still followed his heart.
Ming Shi raised his eyes, and a table case appeared behind the two of them. He took a few steps back and sat on the couch, and the boy naturally sat on his lap.
Mo Fan rested his chin on the man's stiff shoulder, "Master, I'm so tired."
Now his mind power is limited, creating such a large illusion almost exhausted the mind power in his body.
In fact, it is possible to describe the beautiful scenery in front of you without the power of thought, but it is not as real as the scene at this moment.
Ming Shi raised his hand to caress Mo Fan's back from top to bottom, and the mellow thought power melted into Mo Fan's body from his palm, and the exhausted thought power became active again under the stimulation of the outside world.
"Don't do this in the future." Mo Fan obviously lost his strength.
"I just want to make Master happy." When he did this before, Ming Shi would look into his eyes with a little more emotion.
"Master is not unhappy."
A deep voice fell from the top of Mo Fan's hair, and the tightness in his left chest lingered for a long time, "But Master doesn't take the initiative to hug me anymore."
Mo Fan hugged each other's arms tightly, and said annoyedly, "I like to hug Master, and I also like Master to hug me. Master smells very good. As long as I am by Master's side, I will feel very comfortable and happy."
Ming Shi was stunned, he didn't expect the young man to rely so heavily on him. What's more, it's joy.
Finally, I didn't raise the boy in vain.
(Is this the respect? Dear?)
Mo Fan suppressed the complaints in his heart, and continued to say in a pitiful voice, "Xiao Fan has always felt that in front of Master, there is no need to grow up forever. Master, I understand, but I hope that in front of Master, I will never grow up." , will always be a child."
If you can't even get close, how can you create ambiguity? Make you aware of your own mind? Mo Fan couldn't help but rolled his eyes inwardly.
Step by step, but also have the opportunity to advance.
Ming Shi was silent for a long time, Mo Fan was puzzled, "Master?"
Ming Shi told himself in his heart that Xiao Fan has grown up and needs personal space. But there was another voice in his mind saying to himself, Xiao Fan grew up under his personal watch, so what's wrong with pampering him a bit? It's just in front of me, and it's not always like this.
Back indoors, Ming Shi was still looking like he was trying to keep a distance from him, and Mo Fan couldn't help feeling discouraged.
Thinking back to the way the man rushed forward when he saw him, Mo Fan felt uncomfortable thinking that he had long been used to the initiative of men.
In the next few days, Ming Shi strictly abided by the principle of "keeping a distance", and let him do whatever Mo Fan could do by himself.
After taking a shower, Mo Fan came out of the bathroom with wet hair. Ming Shi sighed inwardly, and stopped struggling. Seeing the boy consciously holding a cotton cloth waiting for him to wipe his head, he picked it up resignedly.
Wipe your head, it shouldn't matter, right? At least, the teenager has learned to take a bath by himself.
As everyone knows, amid Mo Fan's often miserable voice, he has gradually softened his attitude.