The next day, the sky was bright and bright.

Luo Fuchun was awakened by the rising sunlight outside the curtain, frowned suddenly, and had an unbearable headache. He forgot where this place was, what tonight.

He barely sat up, squinted his eyes and went to find shoes with his feet. He gradually pulled out the thread and sorted out some clues.

The master probably hasn't gotten up yet, but the room has to be cleaned first. After the master drinks last night, the wine glasses and utensils must be cleaned.

The new tea dried under the corridor is also going to be collected.

The master likes elegance and always likes to sweep tea leaves into a gauze bag, warming it with the fragrance of flowers and bamboo, so that he can only enter his mouth.

After serving the master, he still has to find Luo Jiu to practice swordsmanship...

Luo Fuchun reached out to touch the jade hook used to hang the belt. After touching it, his hands were empty and he could not touch the shadow of the jade hook.

He still didn't think about it, so he simply stood up openly.

As soon as he took a step forward, Luo Fuchun immediately felt that his waist and knees were extremely soft, and his lower abdomen was tight and sore. He couldn't help but fall forward. He wanted to stabilize his body, but a piece of cotton-like softness stepped on his feet. He immediately fell to the ground, his knees on the ground, and his teeth were grinning.

He looked awkward and lowered his head to touch it, and found that a Taoist robe was thrown to the ground under his feet.

The Taoist robe was covered with bright cracks. Half of the jade ring hanging on the belt was broken, only half of the broken jade remained, and the broken mouth was shining brightly under the sunlight.

...Isn't this Luo Jiu's clothes and jade?!

Just when Luofuchun was in chaos, a hoarse moan came from the messy quilt behind Luofuchun: "Well..."

A hand that was not inched with inches of time poked out from the quilt and touched the empty space beside him.

Luo Fuchun immediately suffocated and stared at the hand with mottled bruises, feeling that he must have had a big dream. He could not speak for a while, and he was so stiff that he could not make any move.

The interior is quiet, as if only Sang Luojiu is the only one.

After touching the half-cold bedding beside her, Sang Luojiu's slightly red eyelids trembled, and they closed tighter for a moment, as if he opened his eyes and was unwilling to face the situation in front of him.

"It's better to leave... it's okay, there's no need to say goodbye." He murmured to himself, grabbing the quilt beside him, and trembling in his voice that changed his tone from last night, "Senior Brother..."

Luo Fuchun's heart seemed to be squeezed hard by one hand, and it was unbearable. He couldn't help but pounce on him, and grabbed his slightly purple fingertips because of excessive force, and rubbed them in his palm: "Senior brother is here, senior brother is here, no one left--"

When he touched his slightly cool and soft fingers, silent memories surged in an instant.

Luofuchun is like being struck by lightning.

All of last night were vividly revealed before my eyes.

In Luofuchun's limited memory of Miyan, Sang Luojiu seemed to be particularly proactive.

When the two of them were in a state of slight water, he always leaned against his neck, looking weak, and guided himself slowly, making Luo Fuchun feel that he was in a beautiful mist, in a daze, in the sky, in the water, the only clear one was the face that was affectionate and respectful, as well as his heart and body doors opened together, with a slight burst of blooming without knowing it...

I don't know if it was an obscure invitation or acquiescence, or trusting that I was not guarded against myself...

As soon as this thought came up, Luo Fuchun felt that he must have had a sexual thought that he had been blinded by the mind.

My junior brother has always been pure and kind, humble and polite, but I often think of my junior brother, and it is really dirty. Now that I have done something wrong, I still refuse to face it. I have to put the responsibility of my emotions on Luo Jiu?

How could he be such a person!?

Hearing Luo Fuchun's voice, Sang Luojiu immediately opened his eyes and held his hand back.

But after seeing Luo Fuchun's face clearly, Sang Luojiu actually let go of his hand and looked away, his ears turned red, as if he didn't dare to look at him: "Senior Brother, you haven't left yet."

This fleeting, attachment-like little movement made Luo Fuchun even softer. He couldn't even let go of a higher voice and apologized in a low voice: "Luo Jiu, sorry, I'm sorry, I offended you and hurt you. How could you feel uncomfortable? Senior brother rub it for you..."

Halfway through the words, Luofuchun was almost about to burn.

Isn’t he clear about Luo Jiu’s feelings?

He lay down on the couch on the side, pouring hot water, but he didn't dare to go to bed, for fear of having another evil thought, so he had to squat on the couch and look at Sang Luojiu with aggrieved and worried look like a loyal and honest dog who knew he had caused trouble.

Until now, fireworks were still exploding in Luo Fuchun's mind and ears. Last night's brilliance was clear and blurred, overlapping on the weak and pale face in front of him. Luo Fuchun's lower abdomen had a faint warmth. He hurriedly opened his eyes and secretly scolded himself for being a beast.

As if he had perceived his entanglement, Sang Luojiu let out a soft voice and comforted him, "Senior brother, don't worry, it doesn't matter.

The more tolerant and gentle Sang Luojiu is, the more he can't get over it in Luo Fuchun's heart.

He was about to speak, but Sang Luojiu interrupted him.

"Senior brother, I am here to find you this time. I originally wanted to explain some things to you..."

Sang Luojiu suffered a lot, and his voice was not good enough, and his voice was both light and soft. Luo Fuchun had to concentrate on listening.

Sang Luojiu continued: "I think we will have two paths in the future: we will leave together, or... different from different paths, and never meet again."

Luo Fuchun felt a sudden heart.

"You don't want to follow me, but I actually understand it in my heart... I respect my master, and doing this deviant act in public has cut off my retreat. It is hard to have a chance with you, but I still have a little delusion, but - I am a demon, you are the Tao, after all, we have only one way to go..."

Luo Fuchun was extremely anxious. When he heard him say this, he felt distressed and annoyed: "Don't say it again!"

"Okay." Sang Luojiu stopped obediently, hid his face in the pillow, and said softly, "I have to have this short night of love, Luojiu will be content. At least, we have had such a memory..."

"You...you are not allowed to think like this!" Luo Fuchun became more anxious and stuttered, "I want yours! I always want you!"

Sang Luojiu looked at him and said with sadness: "Senior brother always praises me for being smart. Why don't I know what you were thinking when you came to Qinshe? At that time, you didn't want me anymore, right?"

Luo Fuchun's face turned gray: "I--"

After Sang Luojiu reminded him, he remembered that Luojiu asked him to meet him. In the letter, he only said, "I miss my senior brother very much." His words were gentle and affectionate, but he came with the thought of parting ways with him...

Luo Jiu simply missed him, even though he knew it was impossible, he still held a glimmer of hope and wanted to fight for their future. Not only did he abandon him, he also did such unforgivable evil things—

Luo Fuchun was so heartbroken that she was about to cry, and she didn't care about anything. Facing Sang Luojiu, she explained her already simple thoughts completely: "Lujiu, when I came, I did have that thought in my heart, but when I saw you, I... I admit that my heart is not strong, and my father and brother are both here, and my responsibility is on my shoulders. I can't abandon the Tao, but I, I, really like you, do that kind of thing. I Xiao Ran can promise you that I will never let you down. The Tao and you are all my begging—"

"Senior Brother." Sang Luojiu didn't seem to believe him, "You said this to me because you have to take responsibility, right?"

Luo Fuchun was clumsy in his words, and when he heard this, he almost died of anger on the spot: "No! Absolutely not!"

Sang Luojiu laughed: "...I won't make things difficult for senior brother, I'm going to go back to the Bushimen."

Sang Luojiu arched his back and wanted to get up, but he fell back into a soft spot.

He raised his eyes in panic: "What's going on? Senior brother, I can't move..."

Luo Fuchun, who had long regarded himself as the culprit, became more and more confused when he heard this. He groped his waist and couldn't figure it out for a moment. His face was so scared that he turned pale. He stood up suddenly: "Luo Jiu, you won't have anything to do! I'll find a doctor for you now!"

...

The old doctor who was close to ears that year was carried back by Luo Fuchun on his shoulder.

The doctor was pushed out of his head and sweated slightly.

As soon as he removed the board and opened it, the young man broke into the clinic and described his symptoms for a long time. The doctor was confused and asked in detail. Then he hugged him in the waist and carried him back like a sack.

Seeing that he was in a hurry to seek medical treatment, the old doctor thought the patient was about to die.

However, as soon as I arrived at the bedside, I took a look at the mottled marks on the patient's shoulders, and the old doctor turned dark.

After taking the pulse, the old doctor was speechless for a while.

But Luo Fuchun didn't know how to look at people's eyes, so he came up and asked, "Sir, what's wrong?"

The old doctor rolled his eyes: "You ask me?"

Luo Fuchun was stunned: "Ah?"

Seeing this, the old doctor even believed that the young man had a bad mind, so he simply did not leave him any face and said directly: "I've been too busy with my room."

Luo Fuchun: "…"

The old doctor put on his face and took a pen and ink on the table and prescribed a prescription: "If you do it lighter, you won't be like this."

After saying that, he looked up at Luo Fuchun, whose legs were still trembling, twisted his goatee, and said sharply: "Young man, do you need me to give you a piece of body repair?"

Luo Fuchun tightened two thin prescriptions, and his handsome face turned red and he was so ashamed that he was dying of shame.

He just sent the doctor out with a hot head.

When the door creaked and closed it, she was lying on the bed, and she didn't know whether it was faint or sleeping, Sang Luo had moved for a long time.

He raised his right leg, endured the unspeakable soreness of his body, and lifted a corner of the brocade quilt that was hidden on his body.

The quilt slid down his calves and piled up until his knees bend.

Sang Luozao hung down his calves, folded his legs and raised them slightly. In this way, the finger marks grasped on his wrist became more vivid, and the blue and purple intertwined, which was very terrifying, which showed the man's recklessness, aphrodisiac and rudeness last night.

...The man lifted his feet and looked at it carefully last night, then pushed him to lie on his side, leaning over and passing it diagonally, which was really savage and tight.

Sang Luojiu promised that when Luo Fuchun left and returned, he would definitely see the traces left by him when he first saw him in.

However, thinking about the whole thing last night, Sang Luojiu still couldn't hold back his emotions, clenched his fists, and punched the bed with a little annoyance.

That's not what his plan was.

Some things are completely beyond his calculations.

Sang Luojiu originally thought that his senior brother would be able to do whatever he wanted and would not dare to take action because he was worried about hurting him.

Before he came, Sang Luojiu had carefully studied many skills and made complete preparations. He would try his best to make his senior brother obsessed with this feeling, so that he could never leave him.

Who would have thought that when Luofuchun was in love, he was really a bull that was rushing around and could not be pulled back no matter how hard he pulled him.

When Sang Luojiu realized that he could not control the situation, it was too late. He had to bite the bullet and bear it, and gradually he was led into a situation he had never imagined before.

I don’t know how much did the senior brother give me when practicing sword with him?

Although the effect of doing things at the moment is better than he expected, but...

As she thought about it, Sang Luojiu relaxed her fist and rested on her arms, not knowing whether to laugh or to react other times.

In the end, he chose to laugh.
Chapter completed!