She couldn't help but squint her eyes and secretly look towards the sofa.
Wu Yong was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, meditating to nourish his energy.
Ever since I practiced the Chaos Art.
Wu Yong rarely sleeps like normal people anymore.
He basically spent his evenings meditating.
Because meditation can not only rest, but also promote the improvement of cultivation.
It can be said that you are practicing while resting.
Don't delay either.
But this action was not so easy to understand for Ye Zhiqiu.
She thought Wu Yong was sitting because he found it uncomfortable to sleep on the sofa, so she thought to herself: After a night of tossing like this, he must be exhausted, so why not let him sleep on it too? The bed is big enough anyway.
Thinking like this, Ye Zhiqiu cleared his throat and called Wu Yong twice.
"Wu Yong, Wu Yong..."
Wu Yong opened his eyes and said, "What's wrong, Teacher Ye?"
Ye Zhiqiu sat up and said softly: "It must be uncomfortable for you to rest on the sofa. Why not sleep on the bed?"
Wu Yong's heart moved.
To be able to sleep in the same bed as a stunning beauty like Ye Zhiqiu is an opportunity that ordinary people would never dare to imagine.
But he soon calmed down.
He thought to himself: Although this is a rare blessing, it is inconvenient for me to practice in bed, so I might as well practice on the sofa.
So Wu Yong smiled and declined: "Teacher Ye, no, I can just stay on the sofa."
Ye Zhiqiu thought Wu Yong was embarrassed and comforted him: "It's okay, I don't mind. The bed is big enough and we are all wearing clothes."
Wu Yong shook his head and said, "It's really not necessary."
Ye Zhiqiu didn't know what Wu Yong was thinking. He thought Wu Yong was a cultivator of immortality and didn't want to have too much entanglement with him.
She asked in a sour tone: "Wu Yong, tell me honestly, is it because you are an immortal cultivator and I am an ordinary person that you can distance yourself?"
ah?
Wu Yong was confused by the question.
Deliberately distant?
What kind of thing is this?
Where did he deliberately distance himself?
Obviously it's too late to post it up.
Wu Yong smiled and scratched his head, and said: "Mr. Ye, I don't quite understand what you said. I didn't mean to alienate you. I still remember that we also agreed that if I cure your illness, you will give me a chance."
Pick you up."
I heard Wu Yong mention it again, what she said impulsively.
Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but blush a little.
Somehow, she suddenly felt a sense of expectation in her heart.
She couldn't tell what she expected.
Anyway, her originally calm inner lake rarely showed any ripples.
The tone of voice when talking to Wu Yong is not as cold as usual. If you listen carefully, you can even hear a hint of coquettish naivety.
She curled her lips slightly in the darkness and asked, "If that's the case, then why don't you want to sleep in the same bed with me?"
Wu Yong had trouble explaining: "I..."
He felt helpless and didn't know what was wrong with Ye Zhiqiu. It would be a problem if he didn't sleep with her.
All right.
Since Teacher Ye, you must persist.
Then don't blame me for being a beast!
Wu Yong was heartbroken and said, "Okay, I'll go to bed and sleep."
He jumped off the sofa with a slight jump and lay down next to Ye Zhiqiu.
The bed is big enough for two people to sit side by side without being crowded.
Ye Zhiqiujian finally convinced Wu Yong that he didn't need to "suffer" on the sofa, and she felt relieved.
"It's getting late, go to bed quickly."
Ye Zhiqiu said something and lay down on his side.
Not to mention sharing a bed with a man, even sleeping in the same room was the first time Ye Zhiqiu had ever done so.
After lying down, her little heart kept beating.
There is a posture of breaking out of the happy room and jumping out.
Wu Yong's situation is not much better than hers.
It can be said that Wu Yong has had many sexual blessings recently, but the only one that has made any real progress is his kiss with Ling Ruolan.
It was also his first time sleeping with a woman.
Although Ye Zhiqiu was lying some distance away from him. (To be continued)