"Come here." He called out softly, lifting his moveable hand to stroke her hair.

Ye Chong raised his eyes when he heard the sound, and saw his movements again. He was stunned for a moment, sat on the head of the bed, and bent down obediently.

As I wished, Feng Chenran gently stroked her hair, but felt that it was not enough. She pressed her entire upper body to her chest with a little force, her chin against her delicate and smooth forehead, and her hand touched the back of her head along her soft hair, pressed it down slightly, and kissed her hair gently and gently and gently on her hair and the falling forehead.

The soft fragrance in his arms is his greatest satisfaction at this moment.

Ye Chong kept motionless and let him hold and kiss him gently.

Because she was also very obsessed with the master's arms and the always gentle kiss.

She likes it, very much.

But……

Master, he is obviously his master...

Such kisses are like lovers...

This made Ye Chong feel vaguely panic.

Master, and his apprentice...

His body trembled slightly and was noticed by him.

"darling?"

Ye Chong couldn't answer, nor did he want to answer.

It was like she clearly liked something very much, but she had a strong premonition in her heart that it would not belong to her.

So, I no longer have the courage to tell her true thoughts.

Sometimes I don’t say it, it’s not that I don’t want it, it’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just that I’m afraid of losing it.

Perhaps, when the master asked her that question before, she felt so frightened and uneasy.

Smile asked her, "What do you think he is to you?"

Ye Chong nodded, "Very good." After saying that, he paused and continued to add, "Very good."

"Since that's the case, what are you afraid of?"

Ye Chong shook his head and shook his head again: "You don't understand, the gap between me and him is too big. He... is still my master..." When Ye Chong said the last sentence, his voice lowered and his head lowered.

That was her only inferiority complex.

The inferiority complex in front of Feng Chenran.

He is so perfect, so outstanding.

Just by watching him, he will feel inferior, let alone imagine other unreasonable thoughts.

Moreover, Ye Pet is timid.

Especially when I remembered that the Immortal Emperor wanted to kill her for almost no reason.

Although she didn't know why, she could vaguely feel that it was precisely because of her identity.

She is afraid to be the target of public criticism.

She is afraid of being chased.

She thought that before she could really stand above the six realms and could truly look down on those who mocked her in the past, she would not have the courage to say that to her master.

After listening to her reason, Sanger wanted to laugh but couldn't. She frowned and thought about the meaning of her words.

After a long time, the smile in my eyes had not reached the point, but it turned into a faint sadness, "Gap."

Yes, maybe others can't understand the so-called "gap", but Mian understands it.

It is not identity, not status, not distance between each other.

But... the gap that arises from the bottom of my heart...

Feng Chenran could only like Ye Chong so openly because he had no scruples. He had such capital and such rights. Whatever he wanted to do, the Immortal Emperor had to be afraid of him. What would he be afraid of if he was like this?
Chapter completed!