The usually sunny days suddenly started pouring, to begin with Xuan Qing palace was already empty, now even the air has become wet and cold.
Ling Qingxuan wore a thin innerwear when she saw Feng Jue reading under the light of the candle.
Under the dark flickering flame, a shadow was casted on Feng Jue’s face, making the outline and silhouettes more distinct.
Her little dear disciple got taller, and became more handsome, the female disciples of the sect would bring presents over once in a while, saying that they were there to pay respect to her, but really they wanted to peek at Feng Jue practicing.
Does she need to warn him again that he is too young to dual cultivate?
“Master?”
Noticing that his master was sterningly looking at him, Feng Jue put down the book, very naturally picking up her outer robe and placing it on her shoulders, “Master, am I good looking?”
“Not bad.”
Feng Jue doesn’t know what her type is, suddenly feeling ill at heart, he wanted to compare.
“Then what about Mu Lin, does Master think he is good looking?”
[Host, I suggest you tell him that he is the best looking person in the world~~]
Can not, Ben Zuo had not seen every men in the world.
ZZ felt helpless as Ling Qingxuan gave the same reply, “Not bad.”
Thus there is no worth to compare his appearance and Mu Lin’s appearance, Feng Jue slightly bit his lips, his eyes swept across Ling Qingxuan’s collarbone, and he quickly turned his back to her.
“Ma, Master, do you have someone you like?”
“No.” Ling Qingxuan answered bluntly, seeing her disciple’s shoulders fall a bit.
“Master, then what kind of person do you like?”
Ling Qingxuan lowered her eyes slightly, “don’t know.”
This topic finally ended, Feng Jue turned around gloomy as he looked at her, he will definitely work hard to make her fall for him!
Since he understands the difference between the clouds and mud, he must work harder to get closer, cultivation took up almost all of Feng Jue’s time.
“Elder Ling.” Zhu Feng came to Xuan Qing palace to deliver something, when greeting Ling Qingxuan, he pointed at his own mouth, “Why does your lips look a bit swollen? Are you inflamed?”
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**Inflamed is not a completely good way to translate the phrase 上火了, it’s a traditional medicine term, where there is an imbalance of yin and yang. Usually people will feel irritated when they are 上火了 as they have a lot of “fire” or like “heat” in their body. **
“It must be that the weather had been very dry recently.” Feng Jue almost tripped over himself, with a slightly red face he received the registration sheet from Zhu Feng.
Zhu Feng handed an inflammation lowering pill over, “Junior brother Feng, you must do your best in this sword competition, if Senior brother were to match with you, I won’t go easy on you.”
Zhu Feng and Ling Qingxuan exchanged some pleasantries before he headed down the peak.
Ling Qingxuan took out a bronze mirror to check, when her finger touched the lips, there was a slight pain.
“Master! I will help you apply medication.”
Feng Jue held the medication, after obtaining her permission, he used one finger to help her apply it little by little.
The finger full of callus rubbed against the soft lips, Ling Qingxuan felt a bit uncomfortable,but seeing that he was very seriously applying medication, she didn’t stop him.
Only god knows how guilty Feng Jue felt right now, when he tasted the sugar, he drowned into it, fortunately he came back to his senses on time, thus he didn’t get caught.
“Ben Zuo didn’t get any inflammation recently, why would it become swollen?”
“May, maybe you got bit by a bug .”
Ling Qingxuan has always not bothered with trifling details, she once again spoke, “the sword competition are you…”
Coincidentally the finger reached over, as she opened and closed her mouth, she held the finger between her lips.
Being trapped by the softness, Feng Jue became out of breath, his eyes darkened, but he didn’t remove his finger right away.
Ling Qingxuan calmly removed his finger, mhm, it tasted like medicine.
What’s wrong with the little one? He couldn't have thought that she was going to eat him right? Why is he so startled, he’s even frozen.
A white belt tied her hands together, with them raised above her head, the messy clothes, the delicate skin that was revealed, and the suppressed gasp, Feng Jue's eyes became red, and he couldn't help but pinch the chin of the person he loves, he went right in, his movements revealed his desire to show his possessiveness and ownership.
His agitated body started to heat up, he lowered his body and finally became one with her.
“Bang!”
The heavy object fell onto the ground, Ling Qingxuan opened her eyes, from her side view she saw that her dear disciple fell off the bed.
Can’t he learn from her and sleep better? Really he makes people worry about him all the time, Ling Qingxuan closed her eyes and continued to sleep.
Feng Jue woke up, realizing that he was dreaming earlier, he wanted to bury himself into his blanket.
After Ling Qingxuan had held his finger between her lips, he seemed to have became stupid as he just stood frozen, then he went to cultivate, then it was bed time, and he had that dream in bed.
When his eyes swept across Ling Qingxuan’s belt, he grabbed his robe in front of his chest, with heavy steps he walked outside the palace and sat down.
He was afraid of losing, he’s afraid that Ling Qingxuan would no longer belong to him.
Even if they get along day and night now, he could still sense the distance between them.
The sword competition this time, he must not lose.
Soon as he remember that if he loses, Ling Qingxuan will become Mu Lin’s master, his heart would have a wrenching pain.
In the future the person that would sleep with her would be Mu Lin, the person that would be taught hand on hand would be Mu Lin, the one that would have close skinship with her would also be Mu Lin.
His position would be completely taken over by Mu Lin!
“Master。。。。“
He looked at his callus filled hands, clenching them.
[System detecting, Villain’s blackening is 50]
Ling Qingxuan sat up.
The two had been in contact for so long, yet Feng Jue’s favorability amount remained at 90, and suddenly there were so many blackening points, it couldn’t be that he had a nightmare that’s why he fell off the bed?
Ling Qingxuan found him outside, “you had a nightmare?”
Slightly startled that she came out, Feng Jue shook his head, “Master, will I always be your closed door disciple?”
Wasn’t this rubbish, she only had one closed door disciple.
Ling Qingxuan was too lazy to answer, the light in Feng Jue’s eyes darkened some more, he willingly joined the bet himself, he can’t impose on his master, asking this question now, it’s a bit silly.
If he were to tell her the bet now, would Master get angry?
At this same time, ZZ had already told Ling Qingxuan the plot that it had detected, [Host, Mu Lin told Qi Yuan about his and Feng Jue’s bet.]
After the male and female lead returned, they were often together, there were many rumors in the sect saying that they’re a couple, thus a lot of the female disciples set their sight onto Feng Jue, afterall they didn’t dare to fight Qi Yuan for her man.
ZZ told Ling Qingxuan about the bet.
Ling Qnigxuan became quiet, the little one actually used her in a bet, all these years he’s the first person with this kind of courage.
Was she not good to him?
“Master…. Actually I…” Actually I think, I love you.
Feng Jue was hesitant, not sure what would happen to their relationship after he speaks his real feelings.
Ling Qingxuan got up, coldness spread in her eyes, “Rest early.”
“Master!” Feng Jue quickly chased after her, Ling Qingxuan had already disappeared.
[Host! You will lose favorability like this!] ZZ was worried.
Speaking of which, hidden mission, it’s not mandatory, if Ben Zuo were to finish the main mission, then there would be no need to finish this one.
[.....] It’s over, Host caught the loophole in the system.
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