But when he saw Bai Xuan's dusty and beautiful sleeping face, he withdrew his hand, only to see Bai Xuan lying quietly with his arms on his pillow, his eyes slightly closed, his long eyelashes casting a shadow, and a trace of smile appeared on his face that had not changed for thousands of years, and in an instant, his brows were frowned, making people unable to see through his thoughts, and he didn't know what he had dreamed of, which made him seem so restless even in his sleep.

"Well, it's going to catch a cold." He muttered a soft sigh to himself.

With that, he got up and walked again with his umbrella and went back to his lodgings, and soon reappeared in the pavilion with a thin blanket hanging from his hand.

He bent down and gently covered Bai Xuan's body, his movements were very light, perhaps because he felt the warmth, Bai Xuan's eyelashes fluttered a few times, but he didn't wake up, but his frowning brows smoothed out slightly.

Le Zheng also squatted down, the corners of his mouth hooked a shallow arc, the two dimples were deep, looking at the cold and cold master in front of him, when he was asleep, it didn't seem to be so cold, but it was a little pitiful.

He remembered that the first night in Zhuyuan, he woke up on the purple wood couch the next day, and his body was also covered with a thin blanket, with a slight sandalwood fragrance on it, presumably the master covered himself lightly at night in order not to wake himself up.

This cold master of his is really not too cold, and he hides everything he does, but he is too clumsy to hide it well.

"It's always a cold look, but it's very gentle to everyone in his bones, and his clumsy way is full of loopholes." Le Zheng also said softly, brushing Bai Xuan's loose strands of hair behind his ears, "Why...", I am starting to feel sorry for you.

In the last words, he didn't say it, but hid it in his heart, he is not a person who cultivates like his master, he can resist the red dust, he doesn't need to put aside the seven emotions and six desires, he knows better than Bai Xuan what love is.

There is no shortage of people in the Yushui Continent who love men, it is not surprising, he is not a person of this era, so he naturally knows better, but he and Bai Xuan are indeed masters and apprentices, and they also know that even if they like Shizun, but Shizun has been pure for many years and will never accept it.

Maybe after he found out, he would feel disgusted, and maybe it would not be an exaggeration to leave him.

There are some things that are not necessarily as clear as possible.

He sighed faintly, sat aside, and the rain did not stop when it was gone, so he simply sat up cross-legged and adjusted the impetuosity in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, but the rain had stopped for a long time, and there were still some droplets of water dripping on the eaves of the pavilion on the branches and leaves, and the air was filled with the smell of mud after the rain.

Bai Xuan had already woken up, he slowly opened his eyes, there was still a haze in his eyes that had not gone away after waking up, his arm pillow was a little numb, he frowned, and then sat up, the thin blanket on his body slipped down, and the breeze blowing with the humid air was a little cool, which made him sober up a lot.

He looked at the thin blanket on his body, and went to look for Le Zhengye's figure again, and when he saw that he was not far from him, his heart calmed down a lot.

Luckily, he's still here.

As soon as this idea popped up, he was a little stiff, how could he have such an idea!

Although he understands that he has already developed affection for Le Zheng, he is a person of pure cultivation, and his resistance to these passions is obviously higher than that of people who are constantly cultivating, so why he always thinks about it, it is simply unreasonable.