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

"Master, this disciple...this disciple would like to go back to my room to sleep."

Yeah.

Chi Buwan: "It's late, come and rest."

Is it too late?:........

337: [Host, do you have a dual personality?]

Chi Bu Wan: [Don't you think Xiao Wuli's voice sounds pitiful?]

337: ...

Xiao Wuli slowly approached the bed, clutching the blanket, his body tense and nervous.

The old man gritted his teeth in hatred, regretting that he had told Xiao Wuli half a year ago that he wanted to make his master feel sorry for him and cry in front of his master.

Now look what's happened. She cried so hard that her master softened and she got the chance to sleep with him. Who knows if she'll cry her way to a formal title next time?

He hates that such a good master is about to be taken by Xiao Wuli!

He also wanted him to experience more setbacks in relationships to toughen up his immature mind, but...

Why is it that everything goes so smoothly for this kid? His cultivation level is skyrocketing like a rocket, and he even managed to marry a gentle, selfless, generous, and beautiful immortal.

The old man was filled with deep regret.

Out of sight, out of mind, he went straight back into the ring, cutting off all contact with the outside world.

Chi Buwan, standing to the side, was filled with regret.

No, Xiao Wuli seems to have gotten much bigger than before?

Tall and strong, he's practically a walking clothes rack.

That's not the point. The point is... his bed isn't that big!

"Master..."

He snapped out of his daze and met those cautious, clean, dark eyes. He took a deep breath and said, "It's late, let's go to bed."

Xiao Wuli suppressed his excitement, but his voice betrayed his anticipation: "Master is sleeping inside."

Is it too late?:........

As he took off his coat, he asked the system, "Did I dig a hole for myself?"

337: [It's not a pit, it's more like a hole.]

As for where the hole was, it didn't know.

I still don't understand, [aren't "pit" and "hole" the same thing?]

337 nodded thoughtfully and said, "Host, you're right."

He climbed onto the bed without thinking, his waist arching as he crawled in. He was only wearing a thin undergarment, and his slender waist, which had been described countless times in "Rebellion Against the Heavens," was exposed to the air without any cover. It seemed as if a single hand could firmly grasp his waist and stop him from crawling forward.

337: ...

It looked at its host, who seemed completely unaware that something was amiss, and remained silent.

The host's straight male attributes are too pure, and he unconsciously made actions that were captivating to men.

Thinking that there was another person in the room, 337 turned her head and looked over. She saw Xiao Wuli's gaze on the host's waist, his Adam's apple bobbing unconsciously, and his fingers hanging by his legs curling up in the same slender arc, as if he were gently grasping her from a distance.

Still oblivious, he continued to crawl on his knees on the bed, his back hunched over.

337:..........

Why blame the laws of heaven and earth? The culprit is clearly the host himself.

Chi Buwan lay down, covered himself with the blanket, and buried himself completely, leaving only his head sticking out.

Safe!

Satisfied, Chi Buwan turned her head to look at Xiao Wuli, who was still standing obediently by the bed. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "What are you standing there for? Come up and sleep."

Xiao Wuli snapped out of his daze, took a deep breath, and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes."

He turned around and took off his clothes.

Chi Buwan was about to look away, but he suddenly stopped a second later, staring in shock at Xiao Wuli's muscular back.

Wow! Those broad shoulders are amazing!

Xiao Wuli suddenly stopped, his outer garment slipping down to his narrow waist. He quickly regained his senses, coughed lightly, and looked up, asking, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Wuli kept his head down like an ostrich and didn't say a word.

Is it too late?

[System, what's wrong with him?]

337 was always responsive to requests. After a thorough investigation, he found nothing unusual. Suddenly, his gaze stopped and fell on Xiao Wuli's inner garment.

337: [I guess... his undershirt had a hole at the waist, so he didn't dare take it off to sleep.]

Not Too Late: [What's there to be embarrassed about if there's a hole in my clothes? My clothes were torn to shreds by the laws of nature, leaving me in rags, but I still sleep soundly.]

337:.......

Can they be the same?

A heartless, straight man like him has no idea what his apprentice is thinking when he tries to maintain his image in front of him.

On the data panel, the column for Xiao Wuli's inferiority complex is about to explode.

337 was about to explain to Chi Buwan when he saw him turn around and face inside.

Is this okay? You won't be shy if no one's watching.

337 paused, and when she turned her head to look at Xiao Wuli, she saw that he seemed to have noticed something, quickly took off the clothes that were pulled down to his waist, and quietly got into bed.

337 was touched by the host's heartwarming gesture and was feeling moved on behalf of Xiao Wuli...

Xiao Wuli still needs to practice.

337:.......

.

As soon as Xiao Wuli got into bed, he was enveloped in a sweet and exotic fragrance, so much so that his dark eyes momentarily lost their focus.

Master's bed, Master's scent, Master is still beside me...

Thinking of this, Xiao Wuli tensed up.

Master was already sleeping in the innermost position, but because the bed was small, his shoulder was almost touching his arm, and his loose hair was also sticking to him.

They seemed to be an ordinary married couple, sharing the same bed.

This idea, because it was not accurate enough, only existed in his mind for a second.

If he and his master had truly become Daoist partners, he would have held his master tightly in his arms, deeply inhaling the unique fragrance emanating from him as he slept, merging him into his very being, instead of treating each other with the same polite distance as they do now.

Xiao Wuli's long, slender fingers clenched unconsciously, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his breathing was both light and heavy, as if afraid that the person next to him would notice something was wrong.

He tried hard to suppress the desire in his heart, and unconsciously tried to guess what his master was thinking at this moment.

.

I'm thinking about it now...

Why does it feel different when Xiao Wuli sleeps next to him versus when Xie Hanfeng sleeps next to him?

It has a very strong presence that cannot be ignored.

The main reason is that it's very warm where Xiao Wuli is.

It’s over.

He knows himself very well.

He might not move at all during the night when he sleeps, but if it's cold and there's a hand warmer next to him, he'll uncontrollably move towards the hand warmer in his sleep.

Every winter when he woke up, he would lock Xie Hanfeng up like an octopus.

Is it too late? ......

Only then did he realize the seriousness of the situation.