Shen Zhimu hesitated. Although they were masters and apprentices, they still had to be divided into men and women.
Men and women living together in the same room.....
Seeing his hesitation, Nan Qing took a step back.
As soon as she moved, Shen Zhimu felt a little depressed for a moment: "Nan Nan."
She lowered her head: "Master, I just stepped too far away. I shouldn't have made things difficult for Master by saying that I wanted to spend the night by your bedside. I, I'm not afraid. I'm sleepy and want to go back and rest."
, Master, please rest early."
After saying that, she turned around and ran away without waiting for Shen Zhimu's reply. She returned to her room and quickly closed the door.
The demon soul laughed when he saw this: "Little girl, you are humiliating yourself. Shen Zhimu is the founding elder of Tianzong after all. No matter how much he dotes on you, it is within the bounds of etiquette and respect. You were too hasty just now.
Yes, you still have a long way to go to win over him."
The demon soul was shocked when he first learned about this little girl's thoughts. Later, he felt more and more that she was interested in him and full of bad thoughts at such a young age. This was good material for cultivating demons!
These days, it just watches the little girl getting closer to its master.
Not only Shen Zhimu's second disciple was shocked by Shen Zhimu's doting on her, but the demon soul was also shocked.
The demon soul felt that these days were becoming more and more interesting. Although it was trapped in the body of this little girl, it could see such wonderful scenes every day, and it found it extremely interesting.
The demon soul didn't want to hit her, and then said: "Little girl, you are already very powerful. Shen Zhimu treats you differently from others. You just need to take your time. Maybe you can really suppress him.
So unbridled."
The demons were not ashamed to speak like this. They thought she just wanted to sleep with Shen Zhimu.
Demon Soul: "Shen Zhimu has lived for a hundred years. Although he is thousands of years younger than me, for human age, compared with your age, he is definitely an elder. His heart cannot be like this.
The person who is about to be broken down by you is a person with a warm face and a cold heart."
Nan Qing closed the door, walked slowly to the table and poured herself a cup of tea. There was no trace of the frustration on her face just now. She drank the tea and said, "Well, keep talking."
The demon soul choked up: "Little girl, are you not disappointed? Did you expect Shen Zhimu's reaction?"
"Of course it's expected, and it's not over yet."
"This drama of yours is not over yet? Now Shen Zhimu is sleeping with the lamp on, is it not over yet?"
"It's not over yet." A smile flashed in Nan Qing's eyes. This play has just begun. How could it be over?
After Nan Qing drank tea, he also turned on the lamp and went to sleep.
The demon soul can't understand anymore. It's not over yet since both of them are sleeping?
The demon soul waited for a long time, and the little girl's breathing became slow and long: "Sleep?"
"No wonder the show is not over yet. This show is just a trick on me, huh." Demon Soul closed his eyes and rested.
Er Er: "...You are so sentimental that she has no time to play tricks on you."
.......
It was late at night, and Shen Zhimu tossed and turned without falling asleep.
'Master, thinking about what happened today makes me panic. I'm afraid of sleeping alone. Can you guard me from now on?'
"I don't ask for much. Master is resting on the couch, and I can sit beside your bed..."
It started to rain lightly outside the window again, with a sporadic sound. Shen Zhimu closed his eyes and let himself go, gradually feeling a little sleepy.
Just as he was unconscious, he suddenly heard a short scream.
Shen Zhimu opened his eyes instantly. After hearing the second scream, he opened the door and went to the next door with his bare feet.
"Nan Nan, Nan Nan?"
I knocked on the door twice, but no one came to open it. There were still frightened shouts inside the door.
Shen Zhimu waved his sleeve and the door opened. He went straight into the inner room behind the screen and saw the person on the bed huddled up and still shaking.
Shen Zhimu didn't have time to think about the difference between men and women at this moment. He sat on the edge of the bed and hugged her into his arms: "Nan Nan, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. It's okay. I am here as a teacher."
