Those feelings welled up in her heart and gradually took over Shen Zhimu's last rules and boundaries.
What you say while drunk is gibberish, but it is also possible that you are telling the truth while drunk.
"Nan Nan, what did you just say? Can you say it again?"
She let out a little wine burp and said intermittently: "Master, I like you. I feel so uncomfortable and sad today. It's dark and all the guests have left, but you haven't come. I've been waiting and waiting. Master, I
It’s so uncomfortable. What you promised me was your promise, not me being unreasonable..."
Her enunciation was not clear and her words were somewhat repetitive, but Shen Zhimu clearly heard her saying that she liked herself.
No matter how old-fashioned Shen Zhimu is, he can still tell the difference in the tone of a disciple's love for his master and a woman's love for a man.
The love she talks about is love between men and women.
Crazy.
"Nannan, don't feel bad, don't be sad. I'm here now, right in front of you. I'm sorry that I couldn't keep you waiting all day." Shen Zhimu's voice was trembling.
"Master, there is no need to say sorry. I never meant to blame Master. I just hope that next time Master will not promise anything that Master cannot do. If you promise, you must do it, okay?"
"good."
She said everything she wanted to say and immediately became quiet.
She was quiet, but Shen Zhimu couldn't be quiet. Various emotions were intertwined in his heart at this moment, and the complex emotions were burning him.
"Nannan, do you like me?" he asked tentatively.
"like."
Answer without hesitation.
There was no wind in the night, and the smell of alcohol surrounded them all the time. Shen Zhimu's face was hot and his head was a little dizzy. He seemed drunk even though he had not touched any alcohol.
Just think of it as drunk, just think of it as a dream.
"When did you start to like me, and what kind of like did you start?"
Nan Qing's eyes were blurry. She was drunk but tried very hard to see him clearly. She smiled and said: "From the first moment I got lost, it was you who took me out. You are so good-looking. Master, you
He is the most handsome man I have ever seen, with beautiful eyes, a beautiful nose, and a beautiful mouth."
As she spoke, she touched his face, tracing his brows and eyes with her cold fingers.
"Who doesn't want to marry a good-looking husband, but I have never seen anyone who I think is good-looking before. When I entered the mountain gate, I saw several senior brothers. They were all better-looking than the young masters in Chang'an. I took a few more glances."
Shen Zhimu suddenly felt a little depressed because he complimented him on his good looks in the first sentence, and then said that the male disciples of the Tianzong Sect were good-looking in the second sentence.
He said: "Didn't you say that Master is good-looking?"
"Yes, Master is still good-looking. Looking at those senior brothers, I thought he was the most good-looking man in the world. But until I saw Master in the forest, I didn't know that there were such good-looking men in the world. He is so beautiful that he is not as beautiful as a mortal. Oh,
I was wrong, Master is not a mortal, he is an immortal." As she spoke, she became silly and happy.
Having said it all, it’s obvious that I like it.
When Shen Zhimu heard her say that she was good-looking and that she liked him, apart from the shock, Shen Zhimu had to admit that there was actually joy in his heart.
He had never cared about his face before, and he felt that his skin was nothing more than an external possession, but at this moment he was somewhat grateful for his skin.
The two were very close, and she tried to look at him with her eyes wide open. Shen Zhimu could see his own reflection in her eyes.
The white-clothed immortal is very handsome.
This is what he looked like in her eyes.
very nice.
"Nan Nan, what should I do? What do you want me to do now?" Shen Zhimu couldn't help but hugged her. He didn't dare to hold his little disciple in his arms before, but now he thinks he is drunk, or
in a dream.
"I am a beast, and I am nasty to my disciples. You are also a little hooligan, and you don't look like a daughter at all. You actually like me, you like me, and you say it without any defense. You are simply torturing me.
What are you going to do, Nannan, tell me, what are we going to do in the future, can we still be safe?"
She was drunk and sleepy, and felt comfortable being held in his arms. Nan Qing leaned against him with drooped eyes and said nothing.
The two leaned against each other quietly.
Shen Zhimu's helpless voice came from above his head: "Bad guy."
The helpless tone is actually full of doting, and his ending is joyful, indicating his good mood.