Chapter 161: I Want to Be with Master Forever

“You even kiss men?!”

“Disciple, do you like me?”

Xiu Qingcheng’s words were like a sudden thunderclap, plunging into the sea of Meng Yingxing’s heart with immense force.

But this sudden thunderclap, sinking into the sea of Meng Yingxing’s heart, failed to stir up any waves within.

Instead, with the aid of the alcohol, it made Meng Yingxing’s mind bloom with emotion.

Master was asking him if he liked her.

At this moment, Meng Yingxing’s mind was filled with only this sentence, the most important one to him.

As for the first half of Xiu Qingcheng’s sentence, Meng Yingxing didn’t care much; it was all nonsense spoken by Xiu Qingcheng afterwards.

After all, in Meng Yingxing’s impression, Master was always so carefree that even he, a man, felt inferior.

Meng Yingxing’s gaze stagnated slightly. With the back of his head resting on Xiu Qingcheng’s soft thigh, his eyelids lifted slightly.

The young man’s unabashed gaze fell on Xiu Qingcheng’s lowered head, looking at her flushed, peerlessly beautiful face.

Empowered by recklessness, Xiu Qingcheng appeared particularly defenseless, softening her beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

In Meng Yingxing’s eyes, she was so beautiful it was soul-stirring.

“Master, what are you saying?”

Meng Yingxing swallowed the nonexistent saliva in his parched throat and asked Xiu Qingcheng hoarsely.

“I said, you brat, don’t tell me you like me!?”

Xiu Qingcheng was heavily drunk. Perhaps she just wanted to lower her head and speak loudly into Meng Yingxing’s ear, but when she lowered her head, her opening and closing lips pressed directly against the curve of Meng Yingxing’s ear.

Meng Yingxing froze, feeling Xiu Qingcheng’s moist lips touching his ear, warm and hot.

With every word she spoke, her lips opened and closed, constantly rubbing against the skin of Meng Yingxing’s ear.

It tickled.

Both on the outside and in his heart.

Meng Yingxing’s heart raced wildly.

What is liking?

Perhaps the former Meng Yingxing knew nothing about this.

But ever since coming into contact with a devoted person like Li Mo, Meng Yingxing seemed to vaguely understand something in his heart.

In his mind, he gradually recalled the words Li Mo had said at that time.

“Love is being able to do things for the other person you never wanted to do before, giving you courage and strength, protecting each other.”

“Love is—always wanting to be with the other person, wanting to walk side by side with them.”

“Little benefactor, when you find that person who makes your heart beat violently upon seeing her and whom you will never forget for eternity, you will know what love is.”

Only, Li Mo spoke not of ‘like’, but of ‘love’.

But perhaps they were about the same?

Meng Yingxing’s peripheral vision reflected the entire figure of Xiu Qingcheng beside him. He asked himself, did he like Master?

At this moment, Meng Yingxing was incredibly clear-headed, perhaps clearer than ever before.

To this question, Meng Yingxing opened his heart and received an incredibly honest answer.

He liked Master.

That was why he felt unhappy whenever Xiu Qingcheng praised others before.

Because he only wanted Master to look at him, only wanted Master to praise him alone.

This must be the possessiveness many people talk about, right?

Every time possessiveness erupted in his heart, Meng Yingxing always felt something was wrong with him.

But thinking about it now, he felt there was nothing wrong with it.

Master was his.

Master could only be his. He would not allow anyone else to lay a finger on Master, who was like the bright moonlight in his heart.

Meng Yingxing turned his face slightly, looking at Xiu Qingcheng with unprecedented focus.

He unconsciously reached out his hand, gently stroking Xiu Qingcheng’s soft cheek with the pads of his fingers.

Usually, such behavior would definitely be slapped away by Xiu Qingcheng.

But right now, the alcohol surged up again in Xiu Qingcheng. Her beautiful eyes closed lightly, looking drowsy, completely unaware that her disciple was rubbing her face.

Meng Yingxing didn’t know when he started liking Xiu Qingcheng.

Perhaps from the moment Xiu Qingcheng revealed her true form, when they first met.

Perhaps from when Meng Yingxing only knew she was a sword.

In short, Meng Yingxing had long carved Xiu Qingcheng into the depths of his heart, never to be forgotten for eternity.

Because the sea of people is vast and time is long.

And she was the one who crossed the prehistoric wilderness, quietly giving the first ray of light to his chaotic life.

Today, Xiu Qingcheng’s words didn’t explode in the bottom of Meng Yingxing’s heart because her appearance had already caused ripples in the sea of his heart long ago.

From beginning to end, until today, these ripples had been spreading layer upon layer, never ceasing.

“Speak… why aren’t you speaking…”

“Are you… feeling guilty…”

Xiu Qingcheng’s head was already bobbing from drunkenness, yet she still knew Meng Yingxing hadn’t answered her question.

“Master, you’re drunk.”

Meng Yingxing released the hand stroking Xiu Qingcheng’s face and spoke in a deep voice.

“What are you explaining…”

“Explanation is cover-up, cover-up is fact, fact is that there is indeed something.”

Xiu Qingcheng rambled, her voice slurring together so much that Meng Yingxing couldn’t hear clearly what she was saying.

Meng Yingxing often admired Xiu Qingcheng for her endless stream of witty remarks.

“Also… I’m not drunk! Hic~”

“The way of w-wine, e-eternal night…”

Letting Xiu Qingcheng continue her drunken madness wasn’t a solution. Plus, now that Xiu Qingcheng had released her hold on Meng Yingxing’s head, he got up immediately.

The candle flame flickered red, casting Meng Yingxing’s shadow onto Xiu Qingcheng’s face, making him appear exceptionally tall.

As if realizing something, Xiu Qingcheng raised her head unsteadily, looking blankly at Meng Yingxing before her.

“Disciple, why have you grown so tall! You can’t! You absolutely cannot grow taller than me!”

Not knowing what provoked her, Xiu Qingcheng suddenly surged with strength all over and pounced on Meng Yingxing.

Xiu Qingcheng threw herself into Meng Yingxing’s arms. The floral scent on her body seemed to have been fermented by wine, enveloping Meng Yingxing with a strange charm.

In his panic, Meng Yingxing held Xiu Qingcheng’s upper body tightly, afraid she would slip off him.

“Master, it’s time for you to sleep.”

After getting drunk, Xiu Qingcheng’s weight became exceptionally heavy, as if all the wine she drank had been poured into her weight.

However, it was still within the range Meng Yingxing could bear.

Supporting Xiu Qingcheng, he hobbled toward the bed.

Meng Yingxing expended immense effort to transport Xiu Qingcheng intact onto the bed.

He heaved a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Xiu Qingcheng’s eyes were tightly closed; Meng Yingxing couldn’t see a trace of her light through the slits of her eyes.

Even so, Xiu Qingcheng’s mouth showed no intention of resting.

“Sleep… I don’t need to sleep…”

“I sat alone in the Divine Weapon Pavilion for countless days and nights, never… never closed my eyes.”

“Yes, yes, yes, that’s why you need to sleep obediently now, Master.”

Meng Yingxing went along with Xiu Qingcheng, his tone tinged with doting he didn’t even notice himself.

As he spoke, Meng Yingxing tucked Xiu Qingcheng neatly into the bedding.

Even though Xiu Qingcheng repeatedly stuck her hands out of the quilt restlessly, Meng Yingxing tirelessly put them back in again and again.

After tussling for a good while, Xiu Qingcheng finally quieted down.

Her eyelashes trembled lightly like dancing butterflies, her sleeping face peaceful.

Meng Yingxing sat by Xiu Qingcheng’s bed, looking at his own hands.

He didn’t know why, but he found his hands trembling slightly.

Er, Master is drunk.

Mn, Master is asleep.

And a drunk Master won’t remember… won’t remember what happened today.

So, no matter how much composure I lose… Master won’t remember, won’t know.

Meng Yingxing lowered his eyes expressionlessly, watching his trembling fingers.

Does he like Master?

Meng Yingxing questioned himself once again.

Yes, he likes Master.

The answer Meng Yingxing gave himself was incredibly clear and firm.

He understood his own feelings now.

But such feelings were shocking to the world and melancholic.

And if Master knew, she would probably be frightened.

It wasn’t the time yet.

Meng Yingxing clenched his trembling fingers tightly, taking a deep, trembling breath.

His chest heaved, but he couldn’t suppress the constantly swelling feelings in his heart at all.

“Master, wait for me.”

Meng Yingxing turned around and knelt by Xiu Qingcheng’s bed, watching her breathe steadily, unaware of the outside world.

“Wait for me a little longer, okay?”

Meng Yingxing’s voice was soft as the wind, as if warning himself, or begging someone.

“I want to stand by Master’s side upright and honorable, shoulder to shoulder with you.”

“I want… to be with Master forever.”

Meng Yingxing knew this was wrong.

But he acted anyway.

He leaned over gently, lowered his head, and kissed Xiu Qingcheng on the lips.

This kiss was not some master-disciple affection or familial love.

It was, truly and genuinely, the feeling of romantic love.

This time was unlike that fleeting kiss that night. Meng Yingxing lingered on Xiu Qingcheng’s lips greedily for a long time.

This was something he had wanted to do for a long time.

Coveting Master’s scent, coveting the temperature of Master’s lips, coveting the breath between Master’s lips and teeth.

Only at this moment, when heaven and earth were silent and the Ting Tian Sword was speechless, did Meng Yingxing dare to make such a move.

After a long while, Meng Yingxing finally released Xiu Qingcheng’s lips.

However, the expression on Meng Yingxing’s face remained unsatisfied.

He knew himself; what he wanted was far more than this, much more.

But for now, this was all Meng Yingxing could do.

He stood up and rubbed his thumb over Xiu Qingcheng’s lips, as if to wipe away the evidence of his crime.

“Master, this time, forgive your disciple for offending his superior—”

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