Cultivation. Master of Abstinence (3)

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The thick rod that was held by the small hand, from the head to the part between Zhang Yan’s legs was sending embarrassing feelings of pleasure. What’s worse, it seemed like Ye Xuan was dreaming of something, and a sweet smile showed while stroking his phallus.

Zhang Yan had never been so panicked, he hurriedly pulled away Ye Xuan’s small hand. With this pull that had exerted a very large force, Ye Xuan woke up with a cry.

The little girl rubbed her eyes sleepily, “Master, is it dawn yet?”

Her dark eyes were still heavy with drowsiness, two blushing cheeks were like hibiscus after the rain, her small mouth slightly opened and closed, puffing out the fragrance like orchids at Zhang Yan’s side neck. Then, Zhang Yan was confused like a numbskull to find his phallus had shamefully gotten bigger in diameter.

He probably noticed that it was still dark outside the window, Ye Xuan muttered, “ Master badass, Ah Xuan was dreaming.” Without bothering Zhang Yan’s stiff expression, she directly rolled into his arms and embraced Zhang Yan even tighter like an octopus.

As Zhang Yan came back to consciousness, the little disciple had fallen asleep, this time her little hand obediently placed on his chest, while his rod was still hard.

There felt like a burning flame lingering at his belly, Zhang Yan laid stiffly on his bed, finding it difficult to calm down in a short period of time.

Perhaps, he should find a Daoist couple? He randomly started to think. No matter how high his cultivation was, he was also a normal man. The natural reaction when a man woke up in the morning, Zhang Yan also had it. That was only a normal physiological reaction, not related to sentiment. With a clear heart, it will immediately go away.

But right now…… Zhang Yan had recited ten times of “ The Book of Moral Clarity and Brightness” in his mind, the erected rod between his crotch had still not gone soft.

Tomorrow, he thought in his heart, he mustn’t let Ye Xuan sleep together with himself again.

As Ye Xuan woke up, it was already a bright morning. Little gold spots sprinkled in from the gap of the window, she slowly opened her eyes under the warm sun, the bedding beside her showed traces that someone had slept on it. But the person was not there, left only a nice, faint fragrance.

Ye Xuan vigorously sniffed a breath, her heart was filled with relief. Zhang Yan was a stickler for cleanliness, but he didn’t like incense, his clothes usually lingered with elegant fragrance like grass and wood, just like his person, a child with good prospects, like the precious tree in the court and the orchid under the stairs.

To think of giving her first time to this high-quality man felt like a good deal, Ye Xuan thought without moral integrity. At the beginning of the previous night, Ye Xuan pretended to be asleep to tease Zhang Yan, she had a clear look at how this master of abstinence showed feelings of tangled and flustered.

She was pleased and wanted to take it a step further, but was afraid that it would arouse Zhang Yan’s suspicion if she went too fast. She had to suppress the lust to push Zhang Yan over, left Zhang Yan alone tossing and turning, she fell asleep comfortably, without knowing how Zhang Yan spent the rest of the night.

While pondering, she suddenly heard footsteps, Zhang Yan was back.

Apparently, he just showered, wearing a green robe, letting his hair as dark as black ink down, his usual cool temperament somehow reduced, revealed an indescribable gentle.

As soon as Ye Xuan saw him, she jumped up with joy and ran towards Zhang Yan barefooted, not sure exactly from where she pulled out a hairpin, “Master, Ah Xuan will bundle your hair.”

Zhang Yan saw her untidy clothes hanging loosely on her body, by the moment he wanted to start reprimand. This little disciple had run to him, holding a warm green jade hairpin with her bright eyes and an eager look.

His heart immediately softened and was dragged to sit still on the chair by Ye Xuan. Ye Xuan stepped on another chair, grabbed Zhang Yan’s wisp of black hair with her small hand, put it at the nose and smelled, “Master, your hair smells so good.”

Her look like a puppy immediately made Zhang Yuan laugh, unlike the formulaic smile in front of the public, this smile went deep into the eyes, causing his stiff eyebrows to soften.

The air in the room flowed quietly like water……

Ye Xuan inserted the green jade hairpin into Zhang Yan’s bun, then looked around left and right, then suddenly gave a kiss on Zhang Yan’s face.

Zhang Yan was shocked, immediately frowned, and said, “Nonsense.”

Ye Xuan was not afraid of his look, but wrapped her arms around Zhang Yan’s neck and giggled, “Master, in the books I read from the moral world, it is always the husband who ties the hair of his wife. Is master my wife or my husband?”

Zhang Yan was dumbfounded, “Where did you read that nonsense, rascal, what do you know about being husband and wife?”

Ye Xuan grew up in the Cang Lan faction, surrounded by fellow disciples who were devoted to Daoism, Zhang Yan thought she didn’t understand those titles in the mortal world.

“Of course I know things.” Ye Xuan pouted, “A husband and wife are meant to be together, just like Master and I.” While talking, she purposely looked at Zhang Yan with her naive and sincere eyes.

Zhang Yan was stunned, with a little uneasy look on his face, but immediately covered it up, then changed another topic, “Since you are awake, take your pillow back to your room.”

Ye Xuan blinked, “Why should I take it back?”

Zhang Yan sensed her vagueness, with unbearable feelings in his heart, he answered lightly, “You are going back to your room tonight.”

Ye Xuan was stunned for a moment, then she blinked and asked softly, “Master, did I make you angry?”

This was the second time she asked the same question in these few days. Zhang Yan couldn’t help but sigh in his heart, she only thought that she had made her master angry, never realized that it was him who was embarrassed to face her.

Zhang Yan remained silent, turned his head slightly away.

With that, tears rolled down from Ye Xuan’s eyes. She cried quietly, teardrops fell one by one on the ground, blotted into dots of silent stains.

For a moment, Zhang Yan did not hear any movement, he couldn’t bear it but glanced with the corner of his eyes and saw Ye Xuan’s face full with traces of tears.

Zhang Yan’s heart tightened in a sudden, but his face remained calm, intentionally he wanted to say some harsh words, but in the end, he took pity on Ye Xuan, he lowered his tone purposely and said, “Did it cause you to feel wronged when I asked you to return your room?”

Ye Xuan wanted to speak, but when she opened her mouth she cried. She quickly stopped, but she still missed a sob that choked in her throat, causing her pretty crying face to be redder.

Zhang Yan’s heart tightened again, he unconsciously softened his voice, “Don’t cry, if you don’t want to, how about you tell me the reason?”

After he comforted her, Ye Xuan cried louder in a sudden, her fair small hands simply wiped on her face, with a vague and aggrieved voice, “Master, are you going to abandon me? Other disciples in the faction said you do not want me anymore, said you will kick me out from Feng Zhen Hall…… they said I learned nothing, cultivated Daoism for more than ten years, I am still at the level of foundation, I do not deserve to be your disciple……they even said you dislike me, that’s why you want to drive me away.”

Even though she cried heavily and spoke incoherently, but Zhang Yan was smart, he immediately understood Ye Xuan’s words.

At the moment, his expression became ruthless, it seemed that he as the elder of Feng Zhen Hall had kept silent for too long, some restless people started to hit upon an idea on Feng Zhen’s true disciple, and they dared to bully Ye Xuan!

It seemed that letting Ye Xuan move out from Feng Zhen Hall led to some different thoughts from these restless people. Ye Xuan’s reaction was easy to understand, she was afraid that master would abandon her, so she wholeheartedly stuck to master. If Zhang Yan ruthlessly drived her out, this little girl must be left with a broken heart.

Fine, Zhang Yan sighed in his heart, “If you continue to cry, I will abandon you for real.”

With his words, Ye Xuan stopped her crying. Her pair of big eyes filled with confusion and pity looked at Zhang Yan, Zhang Yan’s heart softened. He waved at Ye Xuan, “Let’s wash your face.”

Ye Xuan sobbed, “That, that pillow……”

“Leave it alone.”

Ye Xuan immediately stopped crying, she rubbed her face with her sleeves, then joyfully smiled, “Mm!”

Zhang Yan flicked her forehead, “Cry baby.”

“Master badass, always giving me nicknames.”

Zhang Yan held her hand, kept silent, but the smile on his lips could never be erased.

At night, Zhang Yan couldn’t help to regret his empathy during the day.

Ye Xuan slept on her side in his arms, she wore a light pink dress tonight, lining her snowy skin at her chest, as captivating as a hibiscus petal on the white jade plate.

Under the undulating clothing, on the curvature of the bulging chest, were two upright vermilion berries. Although covered by a layer of light silk, and Zhang Yan’s sight was keen, muslin in the summer was transparent, the two grains of little red cherries in his view couldn’t be forgotten.

This was not the most important thing.

He was uncertain about his emotions, during the night, the fair small hand was again placed between his legs. As Ye Xuan stroked unconsciously, the originally obedient rod got bigger, harder and soon, it stood up into a thick one, almost to poke the piece of fabric at the crotch.

As Ye Xuan fiddled randomly, the rod started to tremble and pulsate. Zhang Yan felt blood rushing upwards, his throat was dry, with all his strength, he suppressed the urge to press that little hand tightly against his crotch.

He took a deep breath and carefully sat up a little, he intended to take away Ye Xuan’s little hand. Who could have predicted that just then, Ye Xuan would move, and her hand on his rod tightened as she held his thick phallus in her palm.

Zhang Yan stifled a grunt, felt a surging pull on the glans, and nearly gave out his essence. He hurriedly guarded the sperm and gasped a few times before he gradually calmed down.

But he continued to feel the heat from the abdomen, at the moment, Ye Xuan stopped moving, her small hands quietly held Zhang Yan’s rod, through a thin layer of fabric, Zhang Yan clearly felt the softness of her palm.

He couldn’t help but think in dazed distress, where did this disciple learn her bad habit, why…… as soon as she fell asleep, did she always end up touching him there……

~End of Chapter~

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