Rebirth in Another World: Enchanting and Chaotic World

"You almost went crazy." He paused and continued: "If I were a step too late, you would have fallen into the devil's path."

Nangong Qingyu was stunned: "Thank you, master, for saving me!"

"Yeah." He still didn't say much.

Nangong Qingyu looked out the window. It was still dark, and it was very quiet. There was not even a chirping of birds or cicadas. His black hair was hanging casually, and his clothes were slightly messy, which showed that he came in a hurry.

He actually cares about himself so much??

"Master, it's not dark yet, you should go back to your room and take a nap." Nangong Qingyu was half-leaning on the bedside, feeling that the atmosphere here was a bit depressing.

He shook his head slightly, sat on the chair, picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and drank it himself, showing his laziness.

It was such a simple action, but she felt very comfortable. Even though she saw this action often, she never got tired of it.

"Qingyu is rushing to leave as master?" At some point, his eyes fell on Nangong Qingyu, and there was light surging in his eyes.

"No...it's not..." Of course she wanted him to stay, but she was a little uncomfortable with it. She rubbed her brows and told him to do whatever he wanted.

Nangong Qingyu got out of bed and walked to the dressing table. Looking at her enchanting face in the bronze mirror and the cinnabar between her eyebrows, she smiled softly. Then she picked up the wooden comb and combed herself.

Messy chicken coop.

Suddenly, she saw a white shadow appear in the mirror. He was looking at herself. She laughed at herself again.

Seeing him approaching, he took the wooden comb from her hand and said, "Come as a teacher."

Nangong Qingyu's eyes were a little dim: "Master, this is against the rules."

"It doesn't matter." He answered casually, with a dim light in his eyes. He said no more and concentrated on combing her black hair.

"Qingyu..." His breath enveloped her, and his words seemed to be whispering in her ears.

"Master...Master." Nangong Qingyu's whole body tensed up, her breath was held, and her whole body fell into a state of tension.

"Tell me, does this look like a husband pulling up his wife's hair?" His fingers seemed to slide across her cheek inadvertently.

Nangong Qingyu: "?!"

"Master, don't make fun of your apprentice!" she said sternly with a stern face.

"A joke?" He suddenly clamped her jaw and looked at her with a half-smile: "So - is it just a joke?" Then he suddenly let her go.

Her hair has been combed. Although the style is simple, it looks good. She didn't expect that the master could comb her hair so well.

"Comb my master's hair." He returned to his condescending manner, his tone indifferent to emotion and anger, as if the previous incident had not happened.

Nangong Qingyu didn't care. She stuck out her tongue and combed her hair like the master just now, putting the wooden comb on the top. She didn't know what to do. She was worried that she wouldn't be able to control the strength and it would hurt her.

As he was thinking about it, he let go of his hand, and the wooden comb slipped straight from his hair.

Such smooth hair!

Nangong Qingyu couldn't help but sigh, and hurriedly picked up the wooden comb on the ground to tie his hair.

Of course, the final result was a complete failure. The hair crown was a little crooked and could barely be seen. This was the first time she had combed someone else's hair.

"Master...this is how your debut is, don't dislike it." Nangong Qingyu was a little embarrassed.

"Virgin...writer?" He obviously didn't understand the word.

"Oh...it's my first work." Nangong Qingyu explained.

There was a faint smile in the corners of his eyes: "Is this your first time to hold up someone else's hair?"

"Yes, Master, so in order to train my ability, can I comb Master's hair every day?" Nangong Qingyu immediately became excited when she thought of this. She rarely sees the Master, but if he agrees, she will do it every day.

You can see him.