Dongfang Jing's Adam's apple bobbed.
He feigned composure and lowered his voice: "Master, didn't you have something to say?"
Brigitte's eyelashes trembled slightly with nervousness, but she did not flinch. She looked straight at Dongfang Jing and answered softly.
"That's what I wanted to say."
"You...didn't you understand?"
Seeing that Dongfang Jing remained silent, Biji tiptoed again.
Soft lips pressed against hers again, and she used her tongue to pry open Dongfang Jing's pearly teeth.
a long time,
Their lips and tongues parted, leaving a glistening thread.
Brigitte's breathing became rapid, and the blush on her cheeks deepened.
She asked softly, "Now? Do you understand?"
Dongfang Jing felt dizzy and disoriented, and nodded subconsciously.
Seeing his dazed expression, Brigitte finally smiled.
That smile carried a mix of joy, shyness, and a sense of relief.
"Di Tian has been kind to me; without him, I wouldn't be alive today."
"So I have to protect him, please don't overthink it."
"From now on... please don't avoid me anymore, it will make me very sad, okay?"
Dongfang Jing nodded again.
The huge weight that had been hanging over Brigitte's heart finally lifted.
She smiled and reached out, her fingertips gently stroking Dongfang Jing's cheek.
Ah Yin was right this morning; she needs to be more proactive.
Although the process was incredibly embarrassing
But if you take the initiative, the results will be different.
Look at my disciple, blushing and pounding with excitement, so adorable.
By the dim candlelight, Brigitte carefully examined Dongfang Jing's handsome face, which was both shy and trying to appear calm.
Her gaze slowly moved down his jawline.
Suddenly, she frowned slightly.
The gaze finally settled on Dongfang Jing's Adam's apple and collarbone.
Her fingertips gently touched the two red marks, and after a moment's thought, she asked softly, "Did Yao'er make this?"
Dongfang Jing's heart skipped a beat, and she asked somewhat nervously, "You know everything?"
Brigitte nodded.
"We talked a lot last night."
As she spoke, Brigitte stretched out her slender fingers and unbuttoned the top few buttons of Dongfang Jing's pajamas.
She tiptoed, her warm, moist lips covering the red mark on her Adam's apple.
Then a brand new lip print was left.
Then, she placed another mark on his other collarbone that she was satisfied with.
Dongfang Jing felt as if his soul was about to be sucked out by his master.
This action really made him somewhat distracted.
He couldn't help but whisper, "Master..."
"Yes, Master is here," Biji replied softly.
She removed the emerald green halo that had bound Dongfang Jing's wrist.
The moment he regained his freedom, she wrapped her arms around his neck again, pulled him close, and kissed him once more.
...
"Knock knock knock!"
A knock came at the door.
"Brother, Yao'er has come to you to copy something!"
It's Yao'er.
Dongfang Jing and Biji froze, stopping their movements.
The two separated, and Brigitte quickly straightened her slightly disheveled nightgown, her face still flushed.
Dongfang Jing took a few deep breaths, and all he could smell was the fragrance emanating from Brigitte.
Why did this girl have to come at this time of year?
"Click, click."
The doorknob was turned twice, and it was discovered that the door was locked from the inside.
"Brother? Are you inside? Why is the door locked?" Dongfang Yao's voice carried a hint of doubt.
Dongfang Jing cleared his throat: "Yes, wait a moment."
He walked over and opened the door.
Outside the door, Dongfang Yao was also wearing a white nightgown.
Her hands were behind her back, and she was tilting her head to look at him.
When her gaze swept over Dongfang Jing's lips,
As she looked past him and saw the dim candlelight in the room, and Brigitte sitting gracefully on the edge of the bed, the little girl blinked.
"Huh? What's Sister Brigitte doing here?"
"Ahem, Master is guiding my cultivation," Dongfang Jing lied without changing his expression.
Even he himself didn't believe it when he said that.
"Oh? Cultivation, huh~~~~" Dongfang Yao drawled as she entered the room.
She'd be a fool to believe that.
In the dead of night, a man and a woman alone in a room, without even turning on the lights.
They say they're cultivating themselves, but what a load of rubbish!
but,
Judging from the brother's appearance and Sister Brigitte's calm but reddened ears, it seems the two have made up.
fine.
It was my brother's noticeably swollen and red lips that were a bit jarring to look at.
Dongfang Jing now knows Yao'er's true colors.
So it's impossible to hide it from this clever and mischievous girl.
"What do you want to copy? Give it to me."
"Well... I can't show you, it's a secret." Dongfang Yao gave a mysterious smile.
She walked a few steps to the bedside, took Brigitte's hand, and shook it coquettishly: "Sister Brigitte, can you do me a favor?"
Brigitte smiled gently: "What kind of help?"
"Please cover my brother's eyes. I don't want him to see what Yao'er is copying."
Dongfang Jing: "..."
What's going on?
Biji glanced at Dongfang Jing and saw his helpless expression, so she followed Dongfang Yao's suggestion and sat down behind Dongfang Jing.
A warm, soft hand gently covered his eyes, blocking out all the light.
A familiar, sweet fragrance wafted into my nostrils.
Dongfang Jing felt that this scene was very strange.
Behind him was his master, with whom he had just been intimate, and in front of him was his younger sister, who had just confessed her feelings to him.
The three of them sat on the same bed.
Although Brigitte covered Dongfang Jing's eyes,
But I still couldn't resist peeking out from between my fingers, watching curiously.
Dongfang Yao then took out a small glass bottle.
The bottle contained a pinkish-purple liquid that emitted an eerie and alluring glow.
It was the bottle of potion she bought at the auction that could arouse inner desires.
Last night, Dongfang Yao did not tell Biji about the existence of this thing.
But just by looking at the color, you can tell it's something legitimate.
Although I felt something was strange.
But Brigitte kept her mouth shut and pretended she hadn't seen anything.
Soon, a second identical potion was replicated.
"Okay, thank you, brother," Dongfang Yao said with a giggle.
Then, she looked up and saw Dongfang Jing, whose eyes were still covered by Brigitte, especially his lips.
Dongfang Yao's eyes darted around, and she suddenly leaned closer.
With a "pop!" sound.
They separated immediately with just a light touch.
After doing all this, Dongfang Yao wore a smug, wicked smile.
Before Dongfang Jing could react, he jumped out of bed and ran out of the room without looking back.
Dongfang Jing sat on the bed, his fingertips unconsciously touching his lips.
The sweet scent of a young girl still seemed to linger on it.
He sighed silently.
I feel like I'm really not going to have any peace and quiet from now on.
Seeing that Brigitte was still smiling behind him, Dongfang Jing couldn't help but ask, "You don't mind?"
Brigitte didn't answer the question, but instead reached out and hugged him: "That depends on you, Little Mirror, whether you can make us both willing~"
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