Chapter 218 A fairy can also become a demon38
Qingwu got out of bed and opened the door.
"Teacher..." As soon as she opened the door, Qinglan outside the door suddenly fell towards her.
Qingwu quickly stretched out his hand to catch him, noticing his strangeness, he frowned: "Master, what's wrong with you?"
This was the first time she saw him in such a mess.
"Awu..." Qinglan whispered her name unconsciously.
"Well, Master, I'm here."
All the strength of his body was pressed on her shoulders. Qingwu struggled to hold him up and staggered inside.
Feeling the familiar atmosphere, Qinglan's eyes became clearer.
He turned his head and looked at the little girl holding him, blinking his eyes lightly, and a strong desire could not be suppressed in his heart.
Awu...
After helping the person to the bed and letting him lie down, Qingwu could clearly see Qinglan's current appearance.
I saw that his delicate and handsome face was dyed with a faint scarlet color, his brows were slightly frowned, his red lips were pressed tightly, and his expression was a little unbearable. His original meticulous and neat clothes were loose, the collar was slightly open, and even his hair was Messy.
Qing Wu was not in the mood to appreciate his charming appearance at the moment.
She sat on the edge of the bed and touched his forehead with the back of her hand to check his temperature.
My forehead feels so hot.
His current temperature is abnormally high.
Feeling the coldness on her forehead, Qinglan couldn't help but hum, the ending sound cold and sultry. Realizing his mistake, he froze and bit his lip.
He raised his hand and took her hand down, his voice became hoarse: "Don't, don't touch."
Qingwu looked solemn.
"Master, do you have a fever?" This was her first reaction.
But then he thought that he had never been sick in all these years, and thought it was impossible. Considering his high level of cultivation, how could he get sick so easily?
It was obviously fine in the afternoon.
"Or have you gone too far in your cultivation?"
She wanted to take her hand back and feel for his pulse.
Qing Lan reached out and grabbed her wrist, her eyes a little blurry and her forehead covered with sweat.
"Leave..." He gritted his teeth.
"What?"
"Awu, leave."
Qingwu: "..."
I heard it clearly this time. Didn't he come to her on his own initiative? Why did he drive her out of the room?
Isn’t this a bit of a burning bridge?
Looking at the red marks on her wrist, she raised her eyebrows with a half-smile: "Master, how about you let go of my hand first?"
Feeling the burning heat in her body and the coldness in her hands, Qinglan used great self-control to slowly let go of her. He clenched his fingers to suppress the desire surging in his body.
Such an unfamiliar physical reaction left him at a loss as to what to do.
Qing Wu rubbed his red wrists and stood up.
After looking at him for two seconds, she walked toward the door.
Qing Lan grabbed her collar and looked at her restrainedly.
The next moment, she raised her hand, closed the door, locked it, and then turned to look at him, with emotions in her eyes that he couldn't see clearly.
Qing Wu stepped forward slowly. Under his stunned gaze, she took off the hairpin from her head and threw it aside, letting her black hair fall down like a waterfall. She took a deep breath, put her hands on his shoulders, and pushed him down on the bed rebelliously.
He looked at her, his thoughts a little slow.
Qing Wu chuckled lightly, sat astride him, touched his belt with her fingers, leaned over and blew softly into his ear, "Master, let me help you..."
Sensing something strange about her body, Qinglan opened her eyes slightly, and her ears instantly turned red.
absurd!
It turned out to be a ridiculous night.
Their dark hair was entangled.
The next day, early morning.
Qing Lan, still dressed in white, stood in front of the window for a long time with her hands down, her black hair untied, messy and decadent.
After his mood slowly calmed down, he returned to the bedside and looked at the sleeping girl, pursed his lips in a complicated manner, and looked a little confused in his eyes.
Last night...
Thinking of the scene last night, the always aloof Master Xianzun turned red.
He couldn't help but reach out and touch the girl's forehead.
There, a flower from the other shore is blooming, red and charming.
Very beautiful.
The fingers with sharp joints traced the outline of her face inch by inch, and he was fascinated by it.
When his finger lightly touched the girl's red lips, he trembled his eyelashes and retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted.
(End of chapter)