I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

The little fairy was startled, then slowly shook her head.

"Don't worry, just follow me." Xiao Wuyou said with concern.

But the look in his eyes became more resentful, as if the melting spring snow was lingering in his eyes.

"You are so skilled."

"Anyway, you're definitely not nervous at all? How many times have you taught them this?"

Xiao Wuyou, who had just grabbed the strap of her dress, suddenly froze.

"Young Master, do you think I'm not nervous?"

"Isn't it? You, you do that every night..." The young master wanted to say the word yinluan, but when he thought of the current situation, he couldn't say it.

Xiao Wuyou smiled, then took a soft hand and placed it on his chest.

The young master was startled and her beautiful eyes slowly widened.

It turns out that the other party is not as calm as he appears.

The throbbing in her palms was so warm and hot, and every time, it seemed to come from the contact of skin, igniting her heart.

She looked up quietly and saw that Xiao Wuyou's face was also blushing.

"You... this isn't the first time."

"But this is the first time with my little master."

"Well... I, I don't really understand what to do... So, if there's anything wrong..."

"It's okay. I'll teach you."

The suspender dress fluttered in the wind, and the beautiful and elegant snow-white skin was completely embraced by Xiao Wuyou.

"Hmm!"

The absolutely beautiful face is no longer cold tonight. At first, her brows are tightly frowned, with a hint of pain, but it soon relaxes with the rhythmic evening breeze. In the end, she is deeply immersed in it, as if intoxicated by the mellow and warm fairy wine.

"Little Grandmaster......!"

For a moment, hearing the other party's call made the young master feel very uneasy.

We are master and disciple.

But this brief moment of uneasiness made her body tremble even more uncontrollably, and she was obsessed with the lightness that was more comfortable than flying in the clouds.

This is a night that belongs only to the two of them.

Following a delicate cry, Xiao Wuyou hugged the little fairy in his arms tightly, and suddenly realized something.

The moonlight flowed down, it was a stunning view that belonged only to him.

The night is no longer lonely, the evening breeze is no longer bleak, only ripples appear on the surface of the lake.

Everything is frozen in this beautiful moment.

After an unknown amount of time, the evening breeze finally died down, the lake returned to calm, and the two people's breathing finally became less disordered.

Bei Ming Long Yue raised her head, and her first question was anxious: "How is it?"

"What's the matter?" Xiao Wuyou asked with a half-smile, knowing the answer anyway.

"Are you still...comfortable?" Bei Ming Long Yue asked persistently with a blushing face.

Xiao Wuyou asked back: "Is the young master feeling comfortable?"

The little fairy had the answer. She lay back softly in Xiao Wuyou's bed and nodded.

The lovely blush even stained her snow-white neck.

Xiao Wuyou pinched the soft flesh on the girl's waist and said maliciously: "Well, it seems that you are not comfortable enough. It is my fault."

Seeing Xiao Wuyou start to attack again, the young master couldn't help but panic: "I, I say...!"

Unfortunately, Xiao Wuyou didn't give her the chance at all. He directly sealed her lips and blended with the moonlight once again.

Chapter 30: Don’t be rude in front of your master

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Xiao Wuyou woke up with a smile.

He was a little tipsy last night and couldn't remember too many details. He only remembered that everything was so beautiful and hazy, like a dream under the moonlight.

When he looked up, he found himself lying in a boudoir decorated in a simple and elegant style. Xiao Wuyou was stunned.

Is that really not a dream?

Xiao Wuyou's first reaction was to look for a fairy as bright as the moonlight around him.

He was not disappointed.

As soon as I turned my head, what came into view was the silver hair as soft as falling snow and the elegant face that looked like a poem or painting.

Every time he spied on the young master, she looked as quiet as a virgin, giving him the illusion that she was a fairy in a painting.

But now that he was looking at her face to face at a close distance, he was convinced of her intelligence.

Long, curled eyelashes, bright amber eyes, a small, fair nose, and thin lips that trembled with every breath. There was still a faint blush on her snow-like cheeks, like a ray of sunset falling on the white snow. Her charm was just right, yet extremely lovable.

After noticing Xiao Wuyou's gaze, the young master was slightly stunned before whispering, "Good morning?"

"Good morning." Xiao Wuyou replied blankly, then came back to his senses from the face of the little fairy.

He had imagined such a morning countless times, but it was not until now that he felt it was a reality.

I have really crossed that line with my junior master.

Xiao Wuyou's heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Um?"

No, this morning is not quite what I expected.

Xiao Wuyou's idea of ​​a perfect morning is to wake up first, look at the other person's sleeping face, and when the other person is sleepy, use a romantic kiss to wake up the little fairy for a beautiful day.

Instead of being like now, he was lying on one side while the young master was wrapped in a quilt, leaning against him, touching his head with a doting look on his face.

Xiao Wuyou finally realized a serious problem.

"Little Master, weren't we on the balcony last night?"

Perhaps recalling the beauty of last night, the young master lowered his head, his face becoming even redder with shame.

"Um."

"Then how did we get here?" Xiao Wuyou tugged at the cup on his body, expressing confusion.

He had no recollection of ever having been to Junior Grandmaster's boudoir.

I remember that I felt so comfortable last night, but also so exhausted, that I just...

"You fell asleep first yesterday. So I brought you here." The young master recounted the horrible fact in an understated manner.

Xiao Wuyou was stunned when he heard this.

No, no no no, are you kidding me?

You know, even when facing three sons of luck at the same time, he could hold on until they all fell asleep!

From ten thousand years ago to now, this is the first time that Xiao Wuyou failed to wake up before the woman!

Oh, I see. The young master just wants to save face. She must have forced herself to get up early.

"Young Master, you must have been exhausted last night, right? Don't force yourself, just have a good rest." Xiao Wuyou pinched the tender little hand and couldn't help but said with concern.

"It's okay." The young master paused and said carefully: "If Wuyou is tired, you can sleep for a while."

Xiao Wuyou felt a strange feeling in his heart.

No! Even when facing the young master, I cannot lose my dignity as a man!

It’s better to say that it’s precisely because we are facing our beloved young master that we should prove ourselves!

"I'm not tired." Xiao Wuyou blurted out.

"But, you clearly... last night..." The young master still had a concerned look in his eyes, and was hesitant to speak.

"That was last night." Xiao Wuyou sat up, his warm yet solid body exposed to the air.

The young master was startled and began to avoid sight like a little white rabbit.

None of this escaped Xiao Wuyou's eyes.

The reaction is much bigger than usual. Is it because of last night?

Xiao Wuyou became proud again.

Even if he is slightly lacking in hard power, but in terms of skills, the young master is a complete blank slate, even purer than Momo back then. Wouldn't that mean he can be manipulated by him at will?

"By the way, were you satisfied last night, Little Master?" Xiao Wuyou leaned against the Little Master intentionally with his arm.

"Yeah, yeah." The other party still didn't dare to look over and could only nod slightly.

Last night, Bei Ming Long Yue finally failed to maintain her dignity. In between kisses, she kept saying "comfortable, comfortable" over and over again in a shameful voice.

Just thinking about last night's loss of composure, Bei Ming Long Yue couldn't help but curl up her toes.

Unfortunately, his disciple seemed to have some regrets.

Bei Ming Long Yue always felt uneasy because he didn't hear Xiao Wuyou say "comfortable" in person.

"Wuyou, last night... were you satisfied?" She tidied up her messy silver hair and asked as casually as possible.

Little did he know that no matter the little glances that stole at him from time to time, or the little hands that played with his hair, Xiao Wuyou saw them all deeply.

Xiao Wuyou suppressed his smile and pretended to be silent: "Well, although I am satisfied, I still feel a little regretful."

"Really? I don't have much experience. If you have any other requirements, you can tell me next time." The young master said seriously.

"Next time? I think it's okay now." Xiao Wuyou moved closer while speaking.

"I was so drunk last night that I didn't even see the young master's appearance clearly."

Bei Ming Long Yue followed Xiao Wu You's gaze and lowered her head, immediately hugged the cup in front of her tightly, covering her chest tightly, and said in a panic: "No."

Although this would cause the quilt to sag and expose her shoulders, Bei Ming Long Yue had already ignored the details out of shyness.

"Huh?" Xiao Wuyou shouted exaggeratedly while admiring the girl's delicate and tender shoulders.

The young master felt guilty and added weakly, "Next, maybe next time."

"But Junior Grandmaster clearly said that any request is acceptable, and my request is just this time." Xiao Wuyou grabbed the corner of the cup, his tone more determined than before.

"This, this won't work this time!" The young master also raised his voice, held the cup tighter, and became more alert.

"Master, if you lied to me, don't blame me for being disrespectful!"

Xiao Wuyou pulled hard, but of course he didn't move it at all.

As soon as I saw it, the young master was serious.

However, Xiao Wuyou had no intention of competing in strength with a swordsman who could break through thunder tribulations and chop up the ladder to heaven.

When he made a second move, Xiao Wuyou pretended to pull the quilt, and when the young master's eyes were fixed on the cup, he instantly leaned over and placed a kiss on that soft body.

"Hmm......!"

The silver-haired fairy trembled all over and her hands suddenly loosened.

Xiao Wuyou seized the opportunity and pulled most of the quilt over.

"Wait! No!" Bei Ming Long Yue became anxious.

No, if he saw me like this, how would my master save my dignity? !

Even when he was going through the thunder tribulation, Bei Ming Long Yue had never been as nervous as he is now.

"Why not?" As he spoke, Xiao Wuyou pulled half of the cup over.

Seeing that the quilt in front of him was about to fail to cover his chest and he was about to lose, Bei Ming Long Yue finally couldn't help but frowned and said sternly: "Don't be rude in front of the master!"

Chapter 31: Master and Disciple, and Taoist Companion

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"Don't be rude in front of the master!"