Shen Zhimu laughed when he heard her words: "Sure enough, you are bold when you are drunk."
She leaned against him and smiled: "I have always been very courageous, but I can't show it in front of you. I have to be weak and timid in front of you, so that you will protect, care, love and worry about me."
"Um."
She is very courageous to be able to break away from the world and like her master.
"Usually, you are bold in your heart, Nannan, you are only drunk and you dare to be like this now."
"Why does Master sound a little disappointed? Master said I was brave before I even did anything. It's so unfair." Nan Qing pushed his chest and stood up with his hands on his shoulders.
Nan Qing pressed his shoulders and asked him to continue squatting. She looked at him condescendingly with drunken eyes.
She hooked his chin with one hand: "Master, I want to kiss you, please don't move."
Shen Zhimu has lived for a hundred years, and even if he lives in a dream, he has never seen the scene of himself being teased by a little girl.
Just when he was stunned, she possessed him and kissed him.
The soft lips pressed together, and her little teeth bit his mouth, causing a slight numbness.
Their breaths blended together, and the next second she tentatively came in.
Shen Zhimu's eyes suddenly shrank, and he woke up.
What is he doing!
At any rate, a hundred-year-old man actually indulged himself.
He is not indulging Nan Nan now, but indulging his own dirty thoughts. It seems that the sovereignty belongs to Nan Nan, but he did it on purpose.
The description of circles is full of moisture.
She stepped back a little and said aggrievedly: "Master, it's so boring, I don't like it..."
A needle pierced into his heart, Shen Zhimu's eyes flickered: "What don't you like?"
"I don't like kissing you. There's nothing else but sweetness."
Dissatisfaction was written all over her face, and the hand holding his chin loosened.
Shen Zhimu grabbed her retracted hand and held her back to prevent her from leaving. He picked up the drinks on the table with his other hand.
"interesting."
After saying that, he poured a sip of wine into his mouth, and then kissed her.
This time it was completely different. He was not a banished immortal who was beyond reach. He was sucking and wrapping around her like a demon that sucked people's essence.
The aroma of wine overflowed, and Nan Qing was addicted to both the friendship and the wine.
She didn't have any acting skills in it. She was like a cat that saw the smell of fish and couldn't wait to pick up the fish and eat it desperately, wanting more.
Moonlight, wine, and friendship are strong.
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You must drink in moderation. The consequence of being drunk is having a headache when you wake up early in the morning. Not only the headache but also the sore mouth.
Er Er: "The pain in your mouth has nothing to do with the alcohol. Don't let the alcohol take the blame."
"It doesn't matter. It's all because he had wine in his mouth. Otherwise, I wouldn't have kissed him for so long." Nan Qing raised his hand and touched his mouth. It was swollen. He didn't need to look in the mirror. He could feel the thickness with just a touch of his hand.
It hurts even to the touch.
This 100-year-old man is really cool to watch.
I almost broke the plate after eating the appetizer. Will the main course eat the whole plate alive?
"Ouch, my back hurts."
"Little girl, your mouth... Shen Zhimu is such a beast."
The demon soul woke up. It saw something was wrong last night and fell asleep on its own. What doesn't the old demon know? It has no interest in peeking into the little girl's private affairs.
But it really admires her, she is completely different from ordinary little girls, her thoughts and deeds are unworldly.
"Can I still see people with my mouth?"
"It's swollen but not ugly. Whether you can meet people depends on whether you are thick-skinned or not."
"Old monster, you are making fun of me."
The demon soul was very curious: "You and your master became more distant last night. What are you going to do? Is he going to take responsibility? If he takes responsibility, he is a real man, but if he doesn't take responsibility, what will you do? Your status is really not good.
Do this."
Master and disciple, the master is like the father, this is incest!
Moreover, Shen Zhimu is still an elder of the Tianzong Sect. If this matter is known to the world, Shen Zhimu's reputation will be completely ruined.
It was obvious what others would say to Shen Zhimu, but those who scolded her would not be easy to hear.
"Responsible or irresponsible, old monster, do you think the initiative lies with him?" She said lightly, without any panic or shame.
"What other idea have you got?"
"The initiative has never been his."
Is this something irresponsible?
This is a matter of whether she is willing to give him a chance to take responsibility.
The sound of footsteps came from the outer room, and the maid's voice came: "Princess, your master is here, Princess, are you up?"
Nan Qing said: "Get up."
Her voice is also a bit hoarse.
Several maids rushed into the inner room. They helped Nan Qing dress, comb and wash his hair, and soon Nan Qing was dressed up.
"What's wrong with the princess' mouth? Do you want to call the doctor to take a look?"
"The food we ate yesterday was too spicy. It's okay. There's no need to call the doctor."
Nan Qing waved the maid away and she went out to see Shen Zhimu. Shen Zhimu was invited to the flower hall to wait.
The Flower Hall is as its name suggests. There are seasonal flowers everywhere in the small hall. The fragrance of flowers is overflowing. There are also flowers planted outside the windows. The scenery is very good. It is a beautiful thing to drink tea and chat here.
Shen Zhimu was sitting in the hall, reading a book in his hand.
As soon as Nan Qing came in, he felt that no matter how beautiful and delicate the flowers around him were, they couldn't be as beautiful as Shen Zhimu.
"Master."
The hand holding the book trembled, and when he raised his eyes, his eyes were very complicated. It was difficult to understand this look, but I was sure that there was pampering and the joy of meeting his sweetheart in his eyes.
Nan Qing walked to the table with a smile and asked, "What book are you reading, Master?"
She is very natural.
Shen Zhimu's heart was beating fast unconsciously. She was so bold when she was drunk. Did her boldness last night continue to this day?
If she doesn't even pretend, then she certainly can't shrink back.
"Nan Nan, last night..."
As soon as he started speaking, she continued: "Master, when did you come last night? I was drunk and didn't know anything. The maid just told me that you were here. I was so happy, even though Master didn't catch up with me.
It’s my birthday, but just come. Master, where are my gifts? Gifts, gifts, please take them out quickly, I’m looking forward to it so much.”
Shen Zhimu's smile froze for a moment, and his eyes looked complicated.
"You don't remember what happened last night?"
"Last night, what happened last night?" She looked confused.
The demon soul couldn't stop laughing: "So this is what you said, the initiative does not lie with him, and it is not him who is responsible. It is clearly a little girl like you who is not responsible for others, ruining their centuries-old reputation and pretending not to remember."
Shen Zhimu's expression did not change greatly, but his expression was extremely wonderful.
Facing the confused look in his little disciple's eyes, he was stunned for a while and then said dullly: "I gave you a birthday gift last night."
"Really? Master gave me something last night? But I didn't see it, and it wasn't in the house either. I was drunk and didn't remember it. I wouldn't have lost it." She became nervous: "Someone is here.
!”
"What did you ask people to do?"
"Ask them to help me look for it, Master, what did you give me? I asked them to look for it, but it's all my fault. I drank too much last night and can't remember anything."
Can't remember anything......
Her eyes were clean and not deceptive. She really didn't remember.
Shen Zhimu has never been so disappointed. He was already prepared, but she didn't remember it.
Even if she didn't remember what happened last night, it was true that she liked him and admired him. She kept this secret in her heart. Thinking of this, Shen Zhimu felt better.
She is very courageous, she should dare to admire her master.
But she was also timid, and she didn't dare to say it.
If he exposed it, he would definitely scare her away.
Now is not the time, Shen Zhimu is determined to think carefully about his future with her.
It's okay, Nannan just keep pretending to be stupid, he will give her a safe environment as soon as possible so that she can feel free to express her feelings.
The current relationship cannot give her peace of mind.
"No need to ask anyone to look for it, the birthday gift is here for the teacher."
"Ah, didn't Master say you gave me something last night? Why am I here again?"
"It was given to you, but you were drunk and didn't take it." Shen Zhimu summoned the fairy sword.
A snow-white fairy sword that looks like Shen Zhimu's sword.
But this sword is much smaller than his sword, and the handle is thinner, making it suitable for a girl with small hands to hold.
"It's so beautiful. There are textures on it, so delicate carvings." Nan Qing stretched out his hand to take it: "It's very light, and it doesn't make your hands tired when you hold it."
"Like it?"
"I like it! Master, where did this sword come from?"
"I cast it."
She looked surprised and looked at the sword in her hand more eagerly: "Master, you are so powerful. I like this sword so much."
"As long as you like it, you have to practice your sword better in the future."
"Um."
Nan Qing asked his maid to find a pendant he bought in Jiangnan and hang it on his sword as a tassel.
Shen Zhimu felt happy in his heart when he saw that she couldn't put down the sword he gave her. He asked: "Nan Nan, the fairy sword has a spirit. Give it a name."
"Okay, let's call it Anmu."
Anmu, which... Mu, Mu?
"The fairy sword has a dark word."
"Isn't it unlucky?"
"Not really, as long as you like it."
The master and apprentice were sitting in the flower hall drinking tea. Nan Qing wiped his sword with a cloth and said, "Master, don't you ask me why I named it Anmu?"
"If you want to say it, you will tell me naturally."
He knows this meaning, and the more he knows, the less likely he is to reveal it to her, as long as she likes it.
Nan Qing lowered her head and raised the corners of her mouth. She wiped her sword with a cloth and said, "I recently read a storybook. In the storybook, the lady in the boudoir secretly loves a man who cannot be admired, even though she looks at the girl with worldly eyes.
Her thoughts were too bold, but her love and admiration moved me very much."
As expected, it was Mu who was in love with him, not Mu who was his name.
Shen Zhimu took a sip of tea and asked softly: "What would you do if you were the lady in this story?"
"I don't know, but I think life is still long and there are thousands of possibilities. Don't give up immediately if you think something is difficult. You can bury it secretly in your heart. If your life is so long, you might have the chance to realize it."
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Dear readers, Sui Sui didn't write any manuscript yesterday and fell asleep... Sui Sui raised the little whip and hit it lightly.