Gu Ziyu sat in front of the bronze mirror, looking at his ordinary face and thin chin, all showing fear and horror without hesitation. Under the cover of that fear, there was a despair that did not dare to resist.
If he ran away now... this thought was completely shattered before he could even think of the overall situation in his mind.
"There's no way to escape..." Gu Ziyu suddenly collapsed and lay on the table, his shoulders trembling and murmuring, "Why would such a thing happen to me, an ordinary person..."
At night, Gu Ziyu ate alone, took a bath, changed into clean clothes and lay down on the bed. After taking some soothing medicine, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Ruan Meiren came here in the early morning, and it was very dusty.
When he entered through the window and jumped into the room, he saw such a picture of Gu Ziyu who was as clean as sleeping.
Black hair spreads across the couch, and his thin cheeks are as pale as snow against the clean underwear. He is breathing steadily under his soft face. As his chest rises and falls, a faint scent of honey locust floats throughout the room.
Gu Ziyu is not beautiful, handsome, or outstanding. At first glance, he looks just ordinary, which does not arouse people's interest in carefully studying and sculpting his facial features. It's just that under his ordinary appearance, his temperament is gentle, peaceful, and not...
If you look at any murderous aura or edges for a few times, you will feel clean and comfortable, like a trickling spring, neither strong nor strong, soft and caressing the heart.
Ruan Meiren stood beside the couch, looking at Gu Ziyu's face and studying it carefully.
It had been a long time since he had looked at him so carefully.
Time passed by, and this child who was not very old many years ago, often with a flawless face, followed him full of hope like a bug that couldn't be shaken off, saying, "Master, walk slower, I can't keep up"
!
That night when I looked at him for the first time, it was very similar to today.
The bed at that time was not as luxurious and luxurious as it is now, but he was too young at that time. Lying on the bed in his underwear, he looked so small. Compared with him today, he looked a lot bigger.
Similarity.
At that time, he didn't know how much blood he had stained on his hands. He always lay peacefully in his arms and fell asleep. He liked to rub himself into his arms restlessly at night, and when he got angry, he would use such innocent eyes to
Looking at himself with innocent and kind eyes, he cautiously and pitifully called Master...
In his opinion, Gu Ziyu was nothing special and had no redeeming qualities.
But Gu Ziyu was a treasure in his heart, a treasure that no one could take away. Taking him away would be more painful than taking away his life.
When Qi Xuan took him away, he thought that his life had not changed and his state of mind was fine. He did not realize that the person who was always calling out for words when he was lost and lost was him. The person who could only fall asleep hugging the quilt he slept on every night was also him.
The man who got drunk and was hunted down by a coalition of enemies, almost died in the rain, and looked at his blood-stained hands and cried bitterly, was also me...
At that time, Ziyu's eyes always reflected his image, and he didn't care.
Now, trying to find this past is all in vain.
Ruan Meiren sat next to the couch and gently traced the outline of Gu Ziyu's face with one hand, from eyebrows to eyes, from nose to lips. The temperature of his fingertips was a bit cold, but the movements were extremely gentle. There was no smile on the corners of his lips.
His eyes were as content as a child's.
Even if it's forced, even if it's for others, he doesn't care...
This time, I will never lose his voice again.
"Master..."
When Ruan Meiren's fingertips rubbed his cheek, her steady breathing became turbulent, and her eyelashes opened, revealing her hazy eyes, "Master, you are back."
There was no fear, no fear. This tone was exactly the same as the words and expressions of the people waiting in the valley until late at night when he came back from collecting medicine many years ago.
"Did Master wake you up?"
Ruan Meiren put down her hand and asked softly, her tired face still unable to hide the dazzling surprise.
Gu Ziyu sat up, shook his head, and answered in a very low and weak voice, "The disciple is obeying the master's orders and is waiting for the master."
"You are so obedient," said Ruan Meiren with a pleasant smile, "Please wait while Master goes to take a bath."
Gu Ziyu's hands hidden in the quilt immediately clenched nervously, and his expression became more panicked. He pressed his head and made up his mind not to resist, but he didn't know what to say in reply.
"Don't be so afraid." Ruan Meiren raised her hand and lifted his chin, "We have to be on the road tomorrow morning, and Master doesn't want you to be unable to get out of bed."
Gu Ziyu hurriedly avoided his hand with an extremely flustered expression. She told herself that she was disgusted from the bottom of her heart, but when she heard his explicit words in her ears, her face was filled with a layer of unnecessary polish. She was pale, especially
obvious.
When Ruan Meiren saw this, her heart moved involuntarily, she lowered her head and bit him on the lips.
Gu Ziyu retreated in panic, and the back of his head hit the bedpost with a bang. He took a breath in pain and covered the back of his head to relieve the pain.
Ruan Meiren laughed in a good mood and said teasingly: "My disciple is so pure. After just one kiss, my heart became like this."
"I'm not..." Gu Ziyu protested, "I'm just..."
"You are. You can't even kiss me innocently. You bite my tongue every time. Now you blush when you kiss me. Isn't that pure and heart-warming?" Ruan Meiren took his words, "Actually, Yu'er, you don't have to.
Show your love for me as a teacher on your face, and save the energy to show it in bed in the future."
Gu Ziyu was mentally prepared to be humiliated, but he didn't know that the master's words were becoming even more obscene and shameless. He couldn't help but reply, "Ziyu is exactly the opposite of what the master said."
"Oh?" Mr. Ruan raised his eyebrows, "So, you are impure?"
Gu Ziyu bit her tongue, her face flushed with anger, but she managed to say, "Yes, I am a seven-foot-tall man, nineteen years old, how can I still be associated with the word purity!"
"What?" Ruan Meiren spoke firmly and looked calm, "Have you ever had anyone other than me?"
"I have..." Gu Ziyu was not good at lying. At this time, he just turned his head with an unwilling face and said awkwardly, "I have."
"Man?" Ruan Meiren narrowed her eyes threateningly, placed a hand on his Adam's apple, and gently pulled it down, "Woman?"
Gu Ziyu felt that the pressure in his throat was getting heavier and heavier, almost making him retching. He couldn't help but hide back in pain, lowered his head and said timidly: "Master, shouldn't he know best whether I have it or not? Why bother asking Zi?
language!"
Ruan Meiren did not slow down her movements and said coldly: "As a teacher, you should really check who has touched your body!"
Gu Ziyu didn't reply, and kept his head raised. His hanging hair covered half of his face. Under the moonlight, he could only feel that his face was burning and moving. He could not tell whether it was anger or shyness, and was slightly rosy.
Ruan Meiren's movements suddenly paused, her squinted eyes suddenly relaxed, and there was an imperceptible surprise on her face.
So my good disciple was trying to seduce me in disguise?
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