It's getting dark. It's been almost five hours since Zilian left. I've been hungry for almost five hours. At first it was cooing. Later, when the hungry dizziness was about to fall. I don't have the strength to growl in my stomach. I just felt that my whole body had no strength. It's hard to even get up and crawl to get a glass of water.

The eyes are so heavy. Dizzy. I'm so sleepy and tired. I stared at the closed door. I longed in my heart that the next moment Zilian would be able to push the door in. And then bring me lots and lots of good food. But. The more you wait, the cooler your heart gets. The more I waited, the more disappointed I became.

Extremely disappointed. It's so sad. I had no choice but to climb into bed and try to forget about hunger with the power of sleep. But when you are half asleep and half awake. In front of the nose, there is always a burst of rich aroma of rice wafting for no reason. The temptation kept me awake.

"Discussion. Nasty."

I licked the corner of my mouth. Reached out and waved in front of his nose. I want to fan away this nasty scent. The elbow only slapped twice. His wrist was held tightly. A few chuckles rang out in my ears. I felt a crystal shrimp dumpling crawling into my mouth.

"Ahh

It doesn't matter if he's a dream or a reality. I open my mouth wide. I swallowed this crystal shrimp dumpling that took the initiative to bring to my mouth in one gulp.

"It's up. Isn't it hungry. Let's eat shrimp dumplings."

Laughter rang out. The forehead was gently tapped with the joints of the fingers. It doesn't hurt but it's annoying. The rhythm is the same as knocking on a wooden fish. I'm annoyed to knock on it. Finally. Annoyed, she opened her eyes and glared at him.

"The eyeballs are falling out."

He looked at me worriedly. Reminder.

"Really."

The expression on his face couldn't tell whether it was true or not. I was so frightened that I reached out and touched my eyes. When I found that the beads of the eyes did not pop out. When I was relieved and gasped for breath. His laughter rang in his ears again.

"Alright. Lie to you. Say whatever you believe it. It's really brainless."

He whispered. Spread on the palm. A plate of crystal shrimp dumplings appeared on top of his palm. I jumped to my feet all at once. Reach out and snatch the plate from his hand. Chopsticks are too lazy to use. Pick it up with your hand and stuff it into your mouth. While chewing. He whispered indignantly: "No brains. I don't have a brain anymore. Even if there is some brainlessness embodied in front of you at the moment. That's just because I believe in you too much. To know. Others say so. I'm not sure I'm going to believe it yet."

Very good. Very good. The skin is chewy. The meat filling inside is also very fresh. It's like a small shrimp that has just been caught from the river and wrapped in dough. It's incredibly fresh.

"Eat slowly. Choke carefully."

This exhortation. The tone is very gentle.

"Uh-huh."

I buried my head straight and fought with food. I didn't have time to look at the gentle smile on his face.

Wait for the dumplings to be eaten on the plate. Only then did he look up at him and said, "Master. How did you go out for so long. The little fish thought you were gone. I'm not going to come back and take care of the little fish."

He reached out and took the plate from my hand. Turn in the direction of the table and throw it. Very accurate. The plate was perfect and spun around quickly in the air. It landed on the table safely. I raised my arm to wipe the dumpling wrappers that remained on the corner of my mouth with my sleeve. But he grabbed his wrist tightly. I looked up and saw his face complaining.

"This garment is a new garment bought for you. I haven't worn a full day yet. You're going to want to use it as a rag to wipe your mouth. Fish song. You're getting bolder."

"Ahh

It was the first time I was called by his name. I swallowed a big sigh of fright. The dumplings that have not been completely swallowed in the mouth are swallowed in one go. Pretending to look at him with an innocent face." Master. You can't wipe your mouth with this garment."

"Hmm." He nodded at me with a serious look on his face. There was a hint of cunning in his eyes. Leaned over to me. I didn't expect him to do anything in the next moment. But. Just in case. I still reached out and pulled up his sleeve. Wipe it off on the top of your mouth. The hand is cold. met his angry eyes.

"Master. What are you doing?"

Gaze on each other. He's handsome, and he's so close. I blinked. Look at the back of his hand with a red glow of attractive crime on his lips. Swallowed saliva. asked with a humble heart.

"What to do."

His eyes were as bright as the blue moon and the stars. The corners of the lips are slightly raised. Leaned over and came closer to me. I was forced to lie straight back. Poured on top of the soft quilt. It's dark in front of my eyes. His left and right arms had been pressed to his side. Tilt your head over and look into his cunning eyes. I'm on fire. He lifted his head and bit down on his smooth chin.

Bully me. There is no door.

His eyes closed and he snorted. It's like it's very uncomfortable. I wondered if I had done something wrong again. Frightened, he lay under him and didn't dare to move again. I had to look at him with a pitiful appearance.

"Know what you're doing."

Half a day. He slowly opened his eyes. His eyes burned like a torch and he looked at me lying on the couch and couldn't move.

"Wipe your mouth."

What's the big deal about pressing. I thought I would be a light bite on his chin. Not biting his nose is considered to be giving him face.

"So what are you doing?" I asked him.

The corners of his lips hooked a smile that was discolored. Leaning over and whispering in my ear, "Of course it's to wipe your mouth."

Finished. I felt a warm breath flow in my ears. Then I watched a flap of red lips come towards me. The stronger the lotus fragrance in front of the nose. He has crushed me under him. Now. I can't escape.

A scorching breath rushed towards him. Before he opened his mouth to scream, he was blocked by his warm lips and couldn't breathe. Feel the tip of his tongue tossing and turning on his lips. It was easy to open my lips and teeth and swim inward. And I seemed to be glad to indulge in this deadly tenderness. With the direction of his lips and teeth. Singing in a low voice. Can't extricate yourself. The labial teeth continue to go downstream. The pink peach blossom dress that was half-draped on his body was slowly taken off his shoulders by his lips and tongue. The chill hits. I leaned up a bit. Getting closer to him. Feel his lips running down his neck. Swim closer to your chest. The straps of his clothes were pulled apart by his teeth. The chest of the fish that was cut off with three koi scales. Covered by his lips and tongue. Trace it in detail.

"Division. Master."

He just licked the scars. Elsewhere. He did not overstep. I can't tell you what it feels like. When the scales are forcibly removed. I didn't cry. When it is cut off with a knife. I didn't cry. Blindness in both eyes. When your hair turns gray overnight. I didn't cry. Can. Now. When he treats him like a treasure. But I want to cry.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Forgive me for this romantic moment. Done such a terrible thing. The crying grew louder. The one who buried his head in my chest. Stopped. I stood up and looked up at me with a complicated look.

Half a day. His lips flap lightly opened. In a dumb voice: "That's for you. I don't like it."

"Woo woo woo ......"

I was sobbing quietly. While shaking his head at him.

He lifted his hand and ran it over the corner of my eye. And he said, "Then why are you crying?"

I pouted. Coquettishly said: "Because I'm so happy. Just like Master said. Tears of joy."

"Tears of joy." He smirked and said, "It seems that the teacher is too powerful. Then we'll do it again."