Yu Zhengzheng didn't look at Rong Shang's expression. If he could hold back, it would be useless even if she observed him carefully.
She closed her eyes and slowly opened her arms, waiting for Mian Jin to come forward and change her clothes.
The entire main hall was so quiet that not even the sound of breathing could be heard.
After an unknown amount of time, she finally heard footsteps.
One step, two steps, slowly approaching her.
But her heart sank at the sound of these footsteps.
Without even opening her eyes, she knew who was standing in front of her.
At the moment when Mian Jin's fingertips touched the belt around her waist, she almost couldn't help but rush forward and tear the hypocritical face apart with her hands.
Okay, okay.
Since Rong Shang is so tolerant, she wants to see how far he can endure!
She adjusted her breathing, said nothing, and allowed Mian Jin to undress her.
Mian Jin raised one eyebrow, raised his chin arrogantly, and looked at Rong Shang provocatively.
His fingertips rested on the collar strap, and with a slight tug, the collar strap slipped off from his waist.
His face was expressionless, and the hands hanging by his sides moved slightly, and he clamped a Bodhi seed from the Bodhi bracelet on his wrist.
Just as Mian Jin stretched out his fingers towards her collar, the Bodhi seed flew out from his fingertips and hit the sleeping point on the back of his neck.
There was a "thump" sound, and when Yu Zhengzheng opened her eyes, Mian Jin had already fallen softly to the ground.
She frowned, squatted down quickly, and put her finger in his nose to test.
Seeing that he was still breathing and didn't seem to be bleeding or injured, she looked up at Rong Shang: "What happened to him?"
Rong Shang shook his head: "Disciple doesn't know."
Yu Zhengzheng glared at him: "How dare you say you don't know?"
He looked innocent: "I don't know."
I don’t know shit. There are only three of them in the room. She didn’t touch Mian Jin. Could it be that Mian Jin knocked herself out
Her face was dark, but she could do nothing about him and could only curse him in her heart for being shameless.
After a long silence, she moved her feet slightly and walked towards him slowly: "Since he has fainted, it's your turn to change my clothes."
Rong Shang lowered his head and said nothing, like an old monk in meditation.
She sneered: "Master's words are no longer effective?"
After these words were spoken, Rong Shang showed some movement.
He put the wooden barrel down, rubbed his cold hands to warm them, then gently pinched the edge of her clothes with his fingertips and gently pulled them to both sides.
After taking off his outer robe, he stopped and said, "If Master has nothing else to tell you, I will take my leave first."
Yu Zhengzheng did not respond. She watched his tall figure gradually disappear into the distance, and his footsteps sounded a little hurried.
The moment he pushed open the door, she chuckled, "Once a teacher, always a father. I asked you to bathe and change clothes for the teacher, and you just do it in such a perfunctory way?"
He slightly parted his thin lips and sighed silently.
She pressed him so hard step by step that she never thought about the consequences of letting him go back.
He withdrew his arm from pushing the door and walked back towards her.
This time, he was not as cautious as before.
His large, bony hand covered the collar of her undergarment, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, his slightly bent knuckles always inadvertently brushed against her collarbone.
Rong Shang squatted down and put his fingertips on the edge of his underwear: "Continue?"
His tone was slightly frivolous, causing Yu Zhengzheng's heart to beat wildly.
How can I continue without any clothes on under my underwear
But if she stopped right there, it would be like she was a coward.
When she was hesitating, Rong Shang directly picked her up horizontally, and she was so shocked that she couldn't help but cry out: "What are you doing?"
Rong Shang lowered his head slightly, turned his head and whispered in her ear: "Master, who do you think this disciple is?"
Yu Zhengzheng was stunned by the question. Who else could he be? He couldn't be a birdman who traveled from the Saiyan planet.
He didn't wait for her to answer, but just put his thin lips on her smooth shoulder and kissed her gently: "Master, how could you forget that your disciple is a man."
No man could resist her temptation.
Yu Zhengzheng was a little annoyed. She fiddled with her legs and said, "Rebellious son! Let me go!"
Just by using the word "man", he thought he could get away with pretending to have amnesia and have a free meal
What a beautiful thought he had!
The unfilial son's thoughts were of course beautiful. He had endured for seven years, and there was no reason for him to throw away the meat that was served to his mouth again and again.
Rong Shang walked to the hot spring pool and put her in.
Yu Zhengzheng thought he was stifled by her scolding. Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, the next moment there was another splash of water in the hot spring.
Mist rose up, and the hot water soaked his robe. The soaked cloth stuck to his chest. He walked towards her step by step, his movements calm and relaxed.
Yu Zhengzheng wanted to step back, but the edge of the pond was behind her and she had nowhere to retreat.
Seeing him getting closer, she had no choice but to turn her head away and said through gritted teeth: "If you dare to touch me, I will..."
The corners of Rongshang's lips slightly raised, and his cold fingertips stroked her cheek: "So what?"
He slowly leaned forward and tapped her jaw with his fingertips: "Kill me? Or... expel me from the sect?"
Yu Zhengzheng was choked by his question.
Yes, what can she do to him
She didn't have time to think, his face was only an inch away from her, she could only lean back to distance herself from him.
His movements paused as he stared at the red diamond-shaped fabric in front of her. His slender arms went around her neck and his slightly bent knuckles tapped on the thin straps.
Yu Zhengzheng held her breath and put her arms in front of him: "Rong Shang... Are you Rong Shang or Gang Lin?"
Rong Shang did not answer her, but just lifted the tie with his fingers lightly, and the last piece of cloth fell down.
Perhaps the window was not closed properly, and a gust of cold wind swirled into the hall, blowing the orange-red candlelight left and right.
In the silent air, the almost inaudible sound of water was heard, like a refreshing rain after a severe drought, bringing new life to the long-dry fields.
After an unknown amount of time, a cry of surprise suddenly came from behind the screen: "Mian, Mian Jin is still here..."
Biting the cherry-colored lips on her face, he gently pulled them between his teeth, and wiped her tearful eyes with his pale palms: "It's my fault..."
Yu Zhengzheng felt a little pain: "What?"
He raised his fingertips slightly, facing the candlelight, and looked at his fingers rubbed with crystals: "Master, you can still think of other men."
When she saw his hand clearly, it was as if something exploded in her brain, and her face turned red like a cooked lobster.
She pushed him away and clung to the edge of the pool, wanting to escape as quickly as possible. But as soon as she turned around, he grabbed her ankle...
…
This time, she couldn't think of Mian Jin anymore.
The Luan Palace, frozen by frost and snow, seemed to be melting gradually under the silvery moonlight, and the ice cicadas hidden somewhere were chirping softly.
In the corner of the Luan Hall, a new green bud quietly and silently emerged, revealing infinite vitality.
When the sun shone into the palace, Yu Zhengzheng rubbed his sleepy eyes and subconsciously called out: "Rong Shang..."
No one responded in the hall. She slowly sat up straight, the brocade quilt slipped off her shoulders, and a cold wind blew in, making her sneeze.
She twitched her slightly red nose and glanced around, but Rongshang was nowhere to be found, and Mianjin was also gone.
Yu Zhengzheng lowered her eyes, her warm and fair skin was covered with red marks of varying sizes, all of which were the work of last night's makeup.
She covered her red face, fell heavily on the couch, and rolled back and forth holding the brocade quilt.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She kicked her legs upwards: "Ah ah—Yu Zhengzheng, you are such a loser!"
It was clearly to test him, but somehow, he didn't admit a word. He just moved his hands and mouth, and she collapsed into a puddle of mud.
In the end, I didn't get anything out of it, and Rong Shang spent the whole night in vain.
She's really wronged!
Yu Zhengzheng was roaring when Rong Shang's low laugh came from the door: "Master is awake?"
She suddenly stopped moving and quickly wrapped herself in the quilt like a rice dumpling, leaving even her head exposed.
Rong Shang was slightly startled when he saw her action, and couldn't help laughing.
Is she shy
I pestered him for it all night last night, but I’m just now feeling shy.
Rong Shang held the brown sugar and egg water in his hand and sat down slowly beside the couch: "Master, are you going to smother yourself to death?"
Hearing his slightly teasing tone, Yu Zhengzheng angrily lifted the brocade quilt and grabbed his collar: "Are you Rong Shang or Gang Lin?"
He looked at her calmly and handed the porcelain bowl to her: "Disciple is Gangmen."
Yu Zhengzheng: “…”
Her facial muscles twitched twice, and she pushed the porcelain bowl back. She opened her mouth with anger in her eyes: "Ah—"
His face hesitated: "This is not good."
Yu Zhengzheng was annoyed. She glared at him fiercely and said, "I don't care. I want to eat."
He ate her for the whole night for nothing, and now he can't even feed her a bite of brown sugar water
Rong Shang hesitated for a moment, untied the jade belt around his waist, and lifted up his white robe: "Then wait a moment, I'll wash first."