My filial piety has deteriorated, so I have no choice but to be a rebellious disciple

Yue Yingying was confused and couldn't understand what Zheng Sier was talking about.

But it was obvious that the girl was showing favoritism to her evil disciple.

I don't understand what's so good about this guy!

Why is it that senior sister, Xiao Yan and this son are all protecting him like this?

The slightly cold Qiushui's long eyes swept across Ling Xiaodong in the room, stayed there for a few seconds, and then moved to Zheng Si'er.

"Is Zheng Shizi going to let him stay overnight? I see that there is only one bed in your room."

She glared at the innocent-looking Ling Xiaodong and said in a strange tone:

"My apprentice is very delicate, he can't sleep on the floor."

"Master Mingyue is worrying too much! How could I treat brother Ling badly?"

Zheng Sirer pursed her lips and smiled.

"I'll sleep with him tonight, so we both need to sleep with our feet together, so as to enhance our brotherhood."

She didn't realize how shocking what she said was.

Yue Yingying, who was immediately shocked, opened her phoenix eyes wide, moving back and forth on Ling Xiaodong and Zheng Si'er in disbelief.

Fall asleep?

Has the relationship between these two people reached this point?

"Is that so..."

Ling Xiaodong saw the master leaning on the door frame and lowering his head, the dark blue hair on his forehead was hanging down, and he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

Not to mention Yue Yingying, even after listening to what Zheng Si'er said just now, I couldn't help thinking about it, thinking that there would be such a beautiful night.

But I really have no such relationship with her!

When Ling Xiaodong thought that the master was about to be enraged by Thunderbolt, and pulled himself back by his ears, Yue Yingying raised her head.

She smiled lightly, the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, and her black eyebrows were stretched, as warm as the warm spring sun, shining brightly.

Looking at it, Ling Xiaodong felt even colder in his heart, feeling that nothing good would happen.

"Then I'm relieved, hehe, it's really interesting."

Yue Yingying looked at Ling Xiaodong with a smile, her voice was extremely soft.

"When I get to Kunlun, I must tell my senior sister and Xiaoyan about this matter."

The last two words "Listen" were said out loud, almost through gritted teeth.

"Master I..."

"I wish you two sweet dreams."

Yue Yingying stretched out her hand to close the door, leaving Ling Xiaodong and Zheng Si'er alone in the room.

"Huh~ Daoist Mingyue is really fierce, I was so nervous when I saw it."

Zheng Si'er stroked her flat chest and let out a long sigh of relief. After Yue Yingying left, she felt relieved for a moment.

"It's all right now!"

She smiled and patted Ling Xiaodong's shoulder lightly.

This was the first time for her to protect younger brother Ling as the sworn brother, and the familiar sense of responsibility filled her chest again after many years, reminding Zheng Si'er of the days when she sheltered orphans in a hospital.

Ling Xiaodong turned his head and showed her a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Thank you Miss Zheng for helping me intercede."

Although Zheng Si'er's operation made the problem even bigger, but after all, this is his kindness, isn't it?

"Small things! I haven't thanked you for writing my letter yet!"

Zheng Si'er leaned over to look at the rice paper on the table, she admired the delicate and neat handwriting on it, she couldn't write it by herself.

"That's it, it's getting late, and it's time to rest."

Hearing this, Ling Xiaodong put down the brush in his hand, and turned his head to look at Zheng Si'er who was beside him in a little bewilderment.

She was still leaning over to carefully appreciate the handwriting on the letter, not knowing how close her face was to Ling Xiaodong now, and she could smell the elegant virgin fragrance between her hair and neck with every breath.

The dim candlelight made everything more hazy, but it could not hide her exquisite and refined heroic appearance.

"Brother Ling, see what I'm doing, go to bed!"

The author went to the hospital for an examination, and finally ruled out myocarditis, but the heart rate still couldn't drop. The doctor's suggestion was to take a good rest and report to the readers that he was safe, not dead, and still alive.I can continue to write rustling things in the future.

Chapter 14 Back Wiping

Sensing Ling Xiaodong's gaze, Zheng Si'er tilted her head with a slight smile on her lips.

"No...nothing!"

Ling Xiaodong was caught straight, his old face turned red rarely.

He quickly stood up from his seat and pressed the paperweight on the letter paper on the table.

"Just put it on the table and wait for the ink to dry. It can be collected and sent to the city tomorrow."

"Well, thank you."

Zheng Si'er nodded gratefully towards Ling Xiaodong.

Ling Xiaodong was taken aback for a moment, waved his hand like Zheng Si'er, and said freely:

"Small things, didn't Miss Zheng say that? We are sworn brothers, so we need to thank you for such things?"

When Zheng Si'er heard this, her eyes lit up, and she said excitedly:

"Brother Ling, call me Brother Que! I haven't heard anyone call me that for many years."

Ling Xiaodong frowned, muttering to himself.

Why does Miss Zheng like people to call her brother so much? Could it be some quirk?

But at any rate, thanks to her shelter today, I didn't really sleep outside. Since she wanted to hear it, it didn't hurt to call out.

"Bro...brother?"

"Eh!"

Zheng Si'er happily agreed, looking at Ling Xiaodong full of nostalgia, as if she had become more intimate, as if she was really her younger brother.

Ling Xiaodong suddenly remembered that Miss Zheng once said that Luo Jiao had killed her family.

Could it be that she used to have a younger brother who liked to call her Brother Que, but after being killed by Luo Jiao, she kept thinking about it and wanted to find someone to be her younger brother?

Ling Xiaodong walked to the narrow bed while thinking wildly.

This bed was the same size as the bed in the master's room. Ling Xiaodong and Yue Yingying had slept together before, so he had to hug the master himself to make it appear more spacious.

However, considering Miss Zheng's slender figure, Squeeze can still sleep side by side.

But it is estimated that it is inevitable that she fell asleep when she said before.

Ling Xiaodong Lu hesitated for a moment, and felt that he was too tactful.

After all, other girls are not afraid of any problems, but instead they start to look forward and backward.

He took off the outermost robe, without continuing to take off the inner jacket and trousers, and just got into the quilt directly, preparing to sleep with his clothes on.

"The lights can be turned off."

Ling Xiaodong got into the bed and waited for a while, but saw that the candle was still burning in the room, so he propped up his upper body and looked at Zheng Si'er who was still standing at the table reading the letter in amazement.

"Oh! Wait a minute!"

Zheng Si'er looked away from the table, turned her head and walked to the shelf in the room, and moved the copper basin on the table to the table.

Ling Xiaodong lay down again, and waited for a while, but still did not turn off the lights, and a rustling sound came from his ears.

He looked sideways over the table.

In the meantime, Zheng Si'er's close-fitting black dress was taken off, and it was neatly folded on a chair beside her.

At this moment, she was turning her back to herself, lowering her head and unbuttoning the bright yellow silk underwear inside.

The slippery silk cloth slipped off the smooth jade shoulders as if without any resistance.

Lying on the bed, Ling Xiaodong stared wide-eyed in horror, the development of the matter completely exceeded his expectations.

Let's take a nap, girl, what are you doing undressing?

Zheng Si'er didn't notice Ling Xiaodong's gaze behind her at all, but with her back to him, she folded her inner garment and put it on the outer robe.

The thin jade shoulders and slender willow waist of the girl's upper body can be seen at a glance, and a large area of ​​snowy skin is exposed behind her.

The undergarment is not a bellyband that ordinary women wear, but it is covered with layers of white cloth strips, like a silkworm chrysalis.

Ling Xiaodong understood why Zheng Si'er's breasts were not as good as the younger Xiao Yan's.

It's like being wrapped up like this for many years, it's strange to grow up!

But he didn't know how old Zheng Si'er was, because she still turned her back to him so far.

I saw her hands go behind her back, fiddled with the chest wrap, and the layers of cloth strips also fell down, revealing the complete jade back.

Although the skin is white and tender like suet cream jade, but you can also see the faint muscle texture on the back, like a leopard full of wildness, giving people a sense of agility and strength.

Zheng Si'er's waist is even more slender. It is the slimmest woman Ling Xiaodong has ever seen. It is estimated that he can hold it completely with a pinch of his palms.

Ling Xiaodong immediately turned his head away after a startled glance, closed his eyes, and murmured:

"See no evil, listen no evil."

There was the sound of rushing water, probably Zheng Si'er was wiping her body.

Thinking about it, I don't need to take a shower at all in the realm of myself and my master, but Zheng Si'er is just an ordinary warrior. I guess he has been on the road for the past few days, eating and sleeping in the open, and sweating a lot.

He closed his eyes and recited the Tao Te Ching silently, originally thinking that it would be over soon, but Zheng Sirque opened his mouth to speak.

"Brother Ling, can you wipe my back for me?"

"Huh? Me!?"

"Well, isn't it convenient? If it's not convenient, forget it."

"convenient......"

Ling Xiaodong hesitated for a moment, struggled to get up from the bed, and walked behind Zheng Sier.

She sat on the chair with her back to herself, her hair that was originally tied into a ponytail had been scattered, and fell behind her like a waterfall.

"Here, just rub this one!"

Zheng Si'er didn't turn around, but passed the wet cloth in her hands over her shoulders to Ling Xiaodong who was behind her.

"okay."

Ling Xiaodong took Zheng Sier's handkerchief blankly, thinking about a question.

Is this girl really nervous and doesn't think there is any problem with this kind of thing, or is she deliberately seducing herself?

He stood behind Zheng Si'er, lifted up the long ink-like hair that covered her back, and wanted to pull it in front of Zheng Si'er.

But in an instant, his movements froze in place.

Since Zheng Si'er was sitting on a chair and Ling Xiaodong was standing behind her, there was a big difference in height between the two.

As a result, when he lowered his head, he saw the two petite and lovely white squabs and the pink and tender beaks at the top.

It's really not big, but it's not impossible.

It has barely reached the level where it can be held in the hand and played. It should be wrapped around the chest on weekdays, so it looks even more flat.

wrong!What am I thinking!

Ling Xiaodong quickly closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to get out of his mind what he had just seen.

But because of his photographic memory, this picture has been deeply imprinted in the depths of his mind.

"Huh? Is there a problem?"

Zheng Si'er's pure voice with no distractions rang out, pulling Ling Xiaodong back from the intense ideological confrontation.