Phony High-Cold Master x Adorable Little Disciple 13

, her future fiancee.The general lowered his head slightly and exhaled a plume of smoke toward the young master."Young Master Ning Si, Miss Yang is looking for you. Are you going to go with her"Ning S...Ning Shu, however, was stunned. Was that what he meant

As if seeing through the young man's thoughts, Cang Ming said faintly, "It is as you think." He raised his hand and gestured towards the hem of his robe.

Ning Shu widened her eyes slightly, her cheeks flushed a crimson red. She stammered, flustered and embarrassed, "W-what are you going to do"

Cang Ming remained silent, only lowering his eyes to look at him. His light-colored pupils showed not a trace of embarrassment.

"If you were to do it yourself, the information wouldn't be able to leak out."

That icy tone, in the depths of this cave, was instead tinged with a touch of crimson flamboyance.

Ning Shu felt like he was going crazy. He bit his lip, opened and closed his mouth, but couldn't help but widen his eyes in disbelief. He could only clench his shirt tightly, breathing heavily with a helpless feeling.

But rationality compelled him to press against the wall behind him, only the cold touch offering any solace.

The boy's blue and white clothes were slightly disheveled, making him look extremely vulnerable.

Cang Ming just stared silently.

That fair face was flushed with a vivid blush. The young boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he didn't want others to see his embarrassed expression. He couldn't help but turn his face away, and after a while, he mumbled, ".... What would happen...if I didn't... come out"

Ning Shu had never done this with any other man, even though he'd heard about it during his college years. He'd heard that boys would help each other out in this way, but he had never experienced it himself.

He clenched his hands, but his body was deeply restless, as if there were an urgent need to find a release.

Until Cang Ming’s icy voice rang out: "If you don't let it out, the cultivation within your body will become chaotic, and there is a high possibility of going into demonic fire."

Ning Shu was a little dazed.

He couldn't tell what was going on in his head. It would be fine if it were just his cultivation that was scattered, but to have fallen into demonic obsession wasn't a small matter at all.

And it will still be days until we reach the hidden realm.

He had no choice, his master wasn't there, so Ning Shu could only rely on himself.

A cold body leaned against me.

The young man noticed, he struggled for a moment. But he didn't refuse, seeming to compromise with a slightly relaxed posture.

Cang Ming lowered his eyes, gazing at the young boy's face.

Then, that slender, fair hand reached beneath the hem of her garment.

Ning Shu leaned against the wall, biting his lip. But his mind was a blank. He didn't even know when Cang Ming had pulled him into his arms.

Her cool lips came over.

The young man only noticed his neck, as if being gently sucked on. Following the sensation upwards, Ning Shu's vital point was gripped by Cang Ming. His thoughts were scattered and he couldn't focus at all.

The young man was huddled slightly, his face flushed. His eyelashes fluttered constantly, as if from extreme shame.

The God had just lowered his gaze, staring.

He reached out and touched the slender, delicate neck.

A thing called desire, burst forth from the heart. Like something unseen by the sun, finally struggling to rise. Climbing up the vines.

Heartless and desireless, in the end, it all falls apart.

Sikuohengyu had cultivated his Dao for hundreds of years, only to have his shackles broken by his own disciple.

...

Ning Shu was dazed, only feeling Cang Ming seemed to have used his tongue to tease the lobe of her ear.

But then again, it seemed like his own delusion, he opened his eyes.

He took a few breaths to calm down, the fiery sensation within his body had subsided quite a bit. He looked at Cang Ming with a hint of embarrassment, pursed his lips and said, "... Thank you."

Cang Ming used a cleansing spell, cleaning his hands.

He then said softly, "Just a quarter of an hour. It's a small favor."

Ning Shu: “.......”

His face flushed, he didn't understand why this person insisted on emphasizing time. A quarter of an hour, Ning Shu was also a man, how could he not care about this kind of thing.

A touch of melancholy crept into his heart.

Though Ning Shu felt a bit stifled in her heart, it was true that Cang Ming had helped her. She couldn't say anything about it though, so she took a moment to calm her ragged breath. Then she saw Cang Ming looking at her. His faintly colored eyes met hers, and they held each other's gaze.

Ning Shu seemed to have realized something.

The snake venom, it didn't just affect him. Cang Ming, who was also bitten, clearly showed signs of poisoning too.

That is to say, the toxicity doesn't just manifest in him alone. Cang Ming at this very moment also needs someone to detoxify him.

Ning Shu was momentarily dizzy and at a loss. But he, had never done this for anyone before

He pursed his lips, but if he didn't detoxify Cang Ming, the other party would be in danger of going mad with demonic fire. Besides, the other party had already done this for him, so why should Ning Shu dwell on it It would make him seem overly fussy and pretentious.

Ning Shu, whose face had flushed with understanding, said, "...Can you move to the side"

He was a little uncomfortable, thinking about doing that kind of thing for the other person. To be watched like that, Ning Shu felt shame all over her body.

Fortunately, Cang Ming didn't want to hold a grudge against him for these things.

His cold words hit her like a blow: "Alright."

Immediately, her body turned slightly as he had instructed. Ning Shu then let out a sigh of relief and reached out to touch him...

At that moment, he still had a slight shiver down his spine.

Ning Shu touched the other person's icy body, as if they had been staying in those frigid places for years. Cang Ming was covered in a chill, but... he remembered last time, when they were hugging, that night, the other person's body was distinctly hot.

Ning Shu couldn't help but feel a little strange, but she didn't think much of it. She just thought that the aura on Cang Ming was very similar to her master's.

This interruption, however, cleared up a lot of the clutter in his mind.

The Venerable God has no emotions, he practices the Way of Emptiness. But now, Ning Shu looked at Cang Ming in front of him who was doing this with him, and she associated him with the God Venerable. If her master found out, I'm afraid he would expel her from the sect.

Ning Shu dared not think too much, only focused on doing this... something a little shameful.

It was merely his hand, just touching that thing.

But there was a tightness in his chest.

Unlike Cang Ming's coldness, this gigantic and ferocious object was extremely hot.

Ning Shu's hands, somewhat retracted.

As if sensing his abnormality, Cang Ming slightly shifted his body. He looked over, his pale eyes carrying a depth he hadn't shown before. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his icy voice held a hint of rasp: "What is it"

Ning Shu didn't speak, he couldn't possibly say anything. He was frightened by Cang Ming's state, and he pursed his lips.

I couldn't help but compare it in my mind, and realized I hadn't been too stubborn.

Ning Shu hesitated, thinking perhaps it was because the other party wasn't a cultivator but a monster. That's why they were different from others... their talents were extraordinary.

He pursed his lips slightly and reached out his hand again.

But a muffled grunt escaped Cang Ming's throat.

Ning Shuting's cheeks were burning hot, she didn't dare to look. She could only be a little dazed and bewildered, imitating Cang Ming's actions from before... then used them on him...

......

Unbeknownst to him, Cang Ming's body had already turned over. Not only that, but he also leaned his body against the young man.

Ning Shu's back was against the cave wall, cold and hard.

Cang Ming's breath, a little warm, fell upon the young man's neck. It tickled, and those usually pale eyes now seemed to shimmer with gold, flickering like a light.

He just hung his gaze, looking at the boy's fair skin.

There was a trace left there by him previously, faint but with a hint of redness. However, Ning Shu himself was oblivious to it. Cang Ming's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his slender fingers touching it.

Ning Shu didn't understand why the other person suddenly touched his neck, he didn't dare to be distracted.

And...

Ning Shu couldn't understand what was different about Cang Ming compared to herself. She thought to herself a little dazedly. It had probably been half an hour now.

The boy's breath quickened.

Ning Shu originally thought that the other party would be like herself. Could it be because Cang Ming's cultivation was stronger

He couldn't tell what was going on in his heart as Cang Ming's hand, cold as ice, touched him.

Ning Shu only felt a tremor, he stopped. He couldn't help but look up, feeling somewhat depressed, and silently said: ".... Cang Ming, aren't you... supposed to come out"

Cang Ming looked at him, his shallow eyes a deeper shade than usual. They were tinged with a faint gold, yet they were incredibly brilliant, highlighting his handsome face, making him even more otherworldly and incomparable.

Ning Shu couldn't help but think of her master's face, which was even more outstanding than Cang Ming.

He had never seen anyone as beautiful in his past life, nor in this one. Most disciples within the sect were unlucky enough to even see the true form of Shen Wu Zun. Even if they were fortunate enough to see him, they wouldn't dare to look directly at his face.

Cang Ming lowered his head, his hot breath washing over her. He said softly, "My poison is a little stronger than yours."

Ning Shu thought to herself, "So that's how it is."

Just doing one thing for a long time can get tiring. Not to mention, he wasn't using just one hand.

...was even a little weary.

Ning Shu felt that she had never been so tired as when she was practicing swordplay.

.....

After an unknown amount of time, Ning Shu finally noticed something...

Cang Ming's breath also stuttered for a moment, he adjusted his breath. He returned to his usual indifferent and apathetic look, then looked over: "You've worked hard."

Ning Shu didn't speak, but felt extremely ashamed.

He silently withdrew his hand and then muttered, " ...It's just a small favor, no need to be polite."

A faint smile crossed Cang Ming's eyes, then vanished in an instant.

The fire in the cave had dwindled. Ning Shu pursed her lips and turned away. Breaking the awkward atmosphere, she took the initiative to say, "I'll go fetch some more firewood." have forgotten that the screen looked much like a teahouse, allowing one to see the figures inside, though indistinctly.Ning Shu walked behind the screen but didn't immediately change out of her clot...