Stop crying, I'll give it to you, okay?

late at night.

Xiao Wuli circulated twice as much spiritual energy as usual before stopping to rest.

He lived in a very remote place, the farthest from his master's residence.

But initially, his residence was very close to his master's, but he asked his third senior brother to switch places.

Xiao Wuli pursed his lips, suppressing the regret in his heart, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes.

I don't know how much time had passed, but then I heard slow footsteps coming from the doorway.

Xiao Wuli suddenly opened his eyes, looked out the window, and sat up alertly.

The door was pushed open, and Xiao Wuli's gloomy phoenix eyes froze when he saw who it was. His pupils trembled slightly. "Master...Master?"

The door was half-closed, and the person in front of him stood at the intersection of light and shadow. The bright moonlight shone on him, as if he were draped in a layer of silver light, and he exuded an ethereal aura.

The night breeze stirred his clothes and also stirred the shimmering light in his peach blossom eyes. He looked at him, the corners of his lips slowly curving up, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his eyes.

"Um."

Xiao Wuli stared blankly as the person outside slowly walked in.

"How was your homework today?"

A clear, crisp voice rang in my ears, and at the same time, the unique fragrance emanating from my master, mixed with a faint scent of sweet wine, wafted over.

Xiao Wuli hurriedly stood up, cupped his hands, and replied, "Reporting to Master, in addition to completing the required lessons today, this disciple also learned other sword techniques."

The person walking towards him stopped in front of him, and the layers of her skirt came into his view, making the fragrance around his nose even more pronounced.

Xiao Wuli softened his breathing and unconsciously took a long breath.

Master drank wine again today.

Were you drinking with the sect leader?

His hands were enveloped, and Xiao Wuli's body stiffened. He slowly raised his eyes and met those shimmering, peach-blossom eyes that were now looking at him with a gentle smile.

"You have been diligent and hardworking lately, which pleases your teacher greatly." The master, dressed in a moon-white robe, with exquisite and beautiful features like a finely carved piece of jade, spoke to him in a gentle tone.

Xiao Wuli stared at him blankly, her breath coming in thin, barely audible breaths, yet she couldn't bear to look away.

"Disciple...disciple..."

"What reward do you want?" his master asked him.

As soon as the words were spoken, Xiao Wuli's hand, which was not being held, seemed to lose all its strength and fell limply to its side. His heart pounded as he looked at the person in front of him.

"so?"

Xiao Wuli looked in the direction he was looking, and then saw with his own eyes that fair, slender, beautiful fingers slowly squeezed between his fingers, interlocking with his, the pink fingertips resting on the back of his hand, gently caressing it.

Xiao Wuli was completely stunned. A dense current of electricity surged from the back of his hand, and as his blood rushed through his body, it caused a tingling sensation all over his body.

He stumbled back a step, almost losing his footing, and sat down on the bed, staring blankly at their interlocked fingers. His breathing quickened, and he remained lost in thought for a long time.

With his chin lifted, Xiao Wuli turned his head blankly following the force, only to meet those shimmering peach blossom eyes that reflected only his image.

"What other reward would you like?"

His master's voice was very soft, no different from usual, but when it reached his ears, it carried an inexplicable, ambiguous allure.

Xiao Wuli looked at him, his Adam's apple bobbing laboredly, his thin lips slightly parted, and he stammered, "Master..."

"Um?"

The person in front of him leaned slightly closer, and in that instant, every breath he took was filled with a familiar exotic fragrance mixed with the rich, sweet aroma of wine.

"...Do you want me?"

With a loud bang, Xiao Wuli's brain went blank, and he was frozen in place, his whole body stiff, his phoenix eyes wide open.

As the aura drew closer, Xiao Wuli snapped out of his daze, immediately sat up straight, and stammered, "Master...Master, you...you're drunk..."

Before he could finish speaking, his master's index finger pressed lightly against his lips, and his mind went blank again.

"Don't you want me anymore, Master?"

"Yes, I want it!!"

A clear, cold, and aggrieved voice came through. Xiao Wuli's mouth moved faster than his brain. After realizing what he had said, his pupils trembled and his breathing became heavier.

Master raised his finger, and the red mole on the tip of his index finger flashed in his sight, shaking his mind. In his daze, Master had already lowered his head and moved closer to him.

As he drew closer, even in the darkness, the soft downy hairs on his cheeks became visible.

Xiao Wuli's heart leaped into his throat, his breath caught in his throat, his whole body stiffened, and he didn't even have the strength to move a finger. All he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat pounding like a drum.

Just as they were about to kiss, Xiao Wuli suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and his rationality returned for a moment.

wrong!

This is not Master!

Xiao Wuli suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, panting heavily, like a drowning person who had just been pulled out of the water.

After regaining his senses, he quickly turned his head to look at the door.

It was tightly closed and had never been opened by anyone.

Xiao Wuli's chest heaved up and down as he scanned the room inch by inch. It took him a while to calm his breathing and for his wildly beating heart to return to normal.

The night was pitch black and quiet; even the sound of the breeze outside the window could be heard.

Then, loneliness washed over him like a tidal wave.

Xiao Wuli slowly lowered his head, raised his right hand, and stared blankly at the hand that had been clasped with his master's in his sleep, the soft touch still seemingly lingering on it.

After a while, he came to his senses and slowly realized that it was not the touch left by his master in his dream, but the soft warmth left by his master when he gently touched his finger during the day.

The dream filled his chest with a thud, but upon waking, an endless emptiness enveloped him, tugging at his soul, yet brushing against his heart like a feather, leaving his chest itchy and numb, wishing he could rip his heart out and scratch it properly.

if...

If only everything in my dream were real.

Xiao Wuli clenched his fingers and pursed his lips.

Master's lips must be very soft, right?

Whatever came to mind, a current surged through my lumbar spine, crawled up my spine, spread to my limbs and bones, and finally rushed to the same spot.

Xiao Wuli stiffened, slowly lowered his head, his long eyelashes blinked gently, and the tips of his ears gradually turned red, as if they could drip blood.

He closed his eyes tightly, cursing himself as a "beast" while circulating his spiritual energy.

But no matter how much time had passed, his master's crescent-shaped peach blossom eyes remained in his mind, as if they were engraved there, impossible to shake off.

Xiao Wuli opened his eyes again. The darkness outside the window was no longer thick; the sky in the distance was beginning to lighten.

It was almost dawn, but...

Xiao Wuli lowered his head and pursed his lips again.

After a long while, he slowly reached down and extended the hand that his master had gently hooked his fingers with during the day...