After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

Chapter 121 Secret Kiss

Sang Yunqi felt relieved when he saw that he had coaxed the person into submission.

"Okay, stop relying on me, go take a shower and go to bed."

Chu Xinglan then raised his head and asked shyly, "Master, do you want me to sleep with you?"

Sang Yunqi gave him a slap on the head: "If you want, come directly to my room later. Didn't you break your own bed?"

Speaking of this, Sang Yunqi didn't know what to say. This guy actually smashed his bed into pieces just to stay in his room.

Can I still stop him?

Chu Xinglan jumped off Sang Yunqi's legs and ran away.

I thought it was very clever when I did it myself, but why is it so embarrassing when Master says it?

Because there was a beautiful woman waiting for him in the room, Chu Xinglan took a quick bath in ten minutes and made himself smell sweet.

She even changed into a new undergarment and rushed into Sang Yunqi's room impatiently and threw herself into the soft big bed.

Sang Yunqi was not in the room, probably because he had gone to take a shower. He rolled around on the bed, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

A quarter of an hour later, Sang Yunqi, still covered in moisture, walked to the bedside.

Chu Xinglan noticed that his silver hair was still dripping with water, so he volunteered to get up and dry his master's hair, and Sang Yunqi let him do it.

Gathering the smooth silver hair in his hands, Chu Xinglan felt indescribably excited and was extremely cautious in his movements.

After combing the hair, he gathered his spiritual energy at his fingertips and dried them gently bit by bit, with a focused expression as if he was doing something important.

From the top of the head to the end of the hair, Chu Xinglan couldn't help but gently wrap a small strand around his fingertips, and it took a long while before he let go reluctantly.

Chu Xinglan took out a hairband from her bell, tied it loosely around her neck, and tied a bow. Only then was she satisfied.

"Alright, Master."

Sang Yunqi hummed, lifted the quilt and lay down on the outside of the bed.

She tucked Chu Xinglan into the bed with skilled movements, and held him in her arms, "Go to sleep."

Chu Xinglan smelled the familiar and pleasant scent on him, leaned into his arms and closed her eyes.

……

As the exchange competition was about to begin, people from sects and families came one after another, and Cangqiong Mountain became lively since early morning.

Chu Xinglan walked in the sect with a refreshed spirit, and greeted everyone he met with a smile.

For a moment, many disciples were confused, but he didn't care at all.

In the morning, when he woke up, Sang Yunqi was still sleeping. Looking at the faint blue color under his eyes, Chu Xinglan knew that he had not slept well for a long time and that the past few days in Anmo City must have been very tiring.

But his lips and face are not pale, so he should be fine.

He did not get anxious, but lay quietly in Sang Yunqi's arms, tracing his eyebrows with his eyes.

Chu Xinglan found it very magical. Although he had been sleeping in his master's room these days and his master would chat with him, he always felt empty in his heart.

But now, looking at his master's sleeping face, he felt very satisfied.

Perhaps bewitched by Sang Yunqi's face, he raised his head slightly and pressed his lips softly on Sang Yunqi's smooth forehead.

Because she was afraid of being discovered, she quickly shrank back and buried her face in the quilt. Her face was red for a long time, and her heart in her chest was pounding like a lost deer.

Seeing that Sang Yunqi's breathing had been steady, he tentatively placed his arm around Sang Yunqi's waist for the first time while still awake, and gently embraced his master.

A huge sense of satisfaction hit his mind, making him feel dizzy for a moment.

It was not until Sang Yunqi opened his eyes that he reluctantly let go and ran out to make breakfast.

After the meal, he didn’t even dare to look at his master for long. He said he was going out for a walk and ran away.

Chu Xinglan was still thinking about what happened in the morning until he walked a long way away, as if he had stolen some priceless treasure. He was so happy that he wanted to say hello to even the dogs on the street.

“Brother Chu, Brother Chu!”

Song Ling was captured early in the morning to serve as a soldier and receive the visiting guys, so he didn't even have time to eat breakfast.

Although he appeared humble and enthusiastic, he was filled with resentment in his heart and wanted to kill everyone. Just as he was dodging for a while, he saw Chu Xinglan and quickly called out to him.

But after calling out a few times, Chu Xinglan didn't turn back. He was speechless for a moment and had to run up to him and block his way.

"Brother Chu, what are you thinking about? You didn't even hear me calling you."

Chu Xinglan then noticed Song Ling and greeted him with a smile: "Song Ling, why are you here? Are you here to watch the fun too?"

Song Ling noticed something was wrong with him the moment he saw him. Why was he so happy? Did he pick up the money?

But when I heard what he said, I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"What's the point of watching this? I'm so tired. I don't know what those people are thinking. They must have started rushing here before daybreak."

"Those people in the dining hall are about to throw their spoons away. Our own disciples didn't even get to have breakfast today."

"Do you have anything to eat? Give me some. I'm starving."

Chu Xinglan looked him up and down, took out a box of snacks from the bell and handed it to him.

"Just make do with what you have. There's nothing else in stock."

Song Ling didn't mind, he took it, opened the package, and started to gobble it up.

Chu Xinglan was in a very good mood and made him another cup of spiritual tea, then sat aside and watched him eat.

Song Ling stuffed a bag of snacks into his stomach. Only then did he feel alive again and was in the mood to care about his good brother.

"Brother Chu, why are you so happy today? Is there any good news? Tell me so I can be happy too."

Chu Xinglan chuckled twice: "My master is back. He came back specially to see me and promised to take me out after the competition."

Speaking of this, Chu Xinglan finally had someone to share what she had been holding back all morning. She concealed the things that made her blush and her heart beat fast, and shared everything with Song Ling in great detail.

Song Ling listened seriously at first, but soon a mask of pain appeared on his face.

Brother Chu kept talking about one thing: how great his master was. He would even talk about it for a long time just when picking up a dish during a meal.

He really didn't understand and couldn't figure out what there was to be happy about. Wasn't this normal? They had already seen it before.

Seeing that Chu Xinglan had no intention of stopping, he quickly interrupted him.

"Brother Chu, I have things to do, so I have to go first. If Senior Brother Chen Xiu finds out that I'm lazy, I don't know how he'll torture me."

Chu Xinglan then closed his mouth with a feeling of unfulfilled desire: "Okay, then I'll talk to you when you're done."

Song Ling hugged his head in pain. Thinking about how long he would have to listen to these things, he felt like he had no desire to live.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Brother Chu, let me get Li Wen for you. She's free today, so she'll definitely have time to share your joy."