[Journey to the West] The monster was captured by the master

Chapter 65 Untitled

That night.

"Master, what are you doing?"

"What for what?"

"Your feet..." Wukong hesitated to speak.

"What happened to my feet?" Xuanzang asked innocently.

"Why put it in my arms..."

"Ahem——" Xuanzang coughed twice, clutching his chest and said weakly: "You don't know Wukong. Before I became a teacher, I was seriously injured in order to save you. When night fell, my feet were as cold as ice and I couldn't stop shivering. , I can’t sleep at night, Wukong, you can’t bear my torment all night, you used to hug my feet to sleep..."

Xuanzang glanced at Wukong sadly, then lowered his head lonely, his long eyelashes drooping, and said aggrievedly: "Wukong has lost his memory, and he despises being a teacher."

"Forget it, Wukong, you have lost your memory now. To you, maybe being a teacher is just a stranger, and it's not worth it for you to do this for me..."

As he spoke, he was about to stretch his feet back, "It's my teacher's fault..."

"..." Wukong pressed Xuanzang anxiously, "That's not the case!"

"Isn't that so?" Xuanzang shook his head, "It's all because of your teacher, you can't do this..."

"No no! Master, you misunderstood!" He was incoherent, his fair face flushed, "I'm just asking, I don't feel disgusted, no, no! Master, I don't! I want to hug you to sleep on your feet! I... ..."

"Oh." Xuanzang immediately nestled his whole body into his arms, "Oh, I'm so weak as a teacher!"

"..." Wukong was stunned for a moment before he said in a daze, "Master, why-"

"Didn't you say you would? Well, you obviously don't want to. Wukong, you don't have to force yourself, it's okay, as a teacher, you can survive this long night alone." Xuanzang said, but he didn't move a bit. mean.

"No, no, no, I..." Wukong was at a loss for words.

He was still organizing his words, but Xuanzang immediately said, "If not, why are you putting your hands on your sides? Could it be that you don't want to sleep with your arms in your arms?"

"No, no, I would."

"You don't even want to hug him as a teacher." Wukong had no choice but to hug him first.

Xuanzang rubbed his neck with enjoyment.

Wukong, who was still vaguely feeling that something seemed wrong, was rubbed by him, and felt an electric current flow through his whole body, his black and white eyes blinked, and then his face burned hotly.

"Master...Master..." He murmured like a mosquito, but he didn't know what he wanted to say when he called Xuanzang.

"What's the matter?" Xuanzang didn't blush and didn't breathe, he raised his head slightly to look at Wukong's face above him with serious doubts, "Is it—oh, if you feel reluctant, then forget it, as a teacher— —" He paused in the middle of his words.

Sure enough, Wukong did not disappoint him and immediately denied his words, even forgetting his blushing and heartbeat: "No, no, no, master, you think too much."

"That's good." Xuanzang nodded, "Wukong, if you feel uncomfortable, you must tell the master. As a teacher, I will never force you."

Wukong had no choice but to reassure again and again that he was one thousand and ten thousand willing to sleep with him every night, willing to hold him in his arms, and hold him all night, until Xuanzang himself despised him before letting go.

"Wukong, you can rest assured that you can say that you are a teacher." Xuanzang hugged Wukong happily.

Wukong only felt that the world was spinning for a while, and he was in Xuanzang's arms.

"Master, you are..." Wukong was puzzled.

"Why, you don't want to? You despise being a teacher?" Xuanzang's tone immediately became aggrieved again.

"I didn't, but Master, didn't you say you want me to hold you?" Wukong was confused.

"What's the difference between you holding me and me holding you, Wukong, you just despise being a teacher!"

"……No."

"Then do you have any questions?"

"Nothing."

"Well, let's sleep then."

Xuanzang rubbed against his soft hair with a contented face, and then fell asleep.

Wukong was hugged tightly in his arms, feeling Xuanzang's exhale and breath spraying on his ears, and gradually being steamed into a red shrimp.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, he was puzzled and frightened, but he didn't dare to ask Xuanzang again, for fear of hurting his sensitive and fragile heart.

Sigh, forget it, Master is so weak and seriously injured, so I don't want to bother him with these problems.Wukong thought.

In the early morning of the next day, Wukong squatted by the stream, obediently stretched his neck and closed his eyes, letting Xuanzang cover his face with a handkerchief.

Xuanzang laughed, with infinite joy in his voice, and the corners of Wukong's mouth, which was covered under the veil, couldn't help but curl up accordingly.

Xuanzang wiped Wukong's face carefully and carefully, and said softly, "This is washing the face. You need to wash off all the dirty things on your face, do you understand?"

"Understood, Master." Wukong nodded.

Xuanzang washed the handkerchief in the stream and handed it to him, saying, "Then try it yourself."

Wukong picked up the veil and wiped it on his face indiscriminately. After wiping, he handed the veil back to Xuanzang, saying, "It's finished."

Although he didn't say much, "I'm so good, come and praise me" was clearly written on his face.

Xuanzang laughed, he lost the memory of the past, but the temper that put everything on his face was engraved in his bones.

According to Wukong's will, he touched his head and praised him: "Wukong is awesome, you can learn it as soon as you learn it."

Wukong raised his head slightly proudly.

"The next step is to rinse your mouth, follow me," Xuanzang scooped up a bowl of water, "swallow first—"

Wukong immediately took a big sip of water, and then looked at Xuanzang seriously.

Xuanzang really couldn't laugh or cry.

"The teacher didn't let you swallow it, you have to keep it in your mouth."

"What is Ham?"

"Like being a teacher." Xuanzang took a sip of water in his mouth, "xilihulu" for a while, and then spat on the bank.

Seeing this, Wukong took another sip of water, and after swallowing it, he also "sighed" for a while, and then wanted to spit out water, but he made two "peh peh", and only spit out a little saliva.He looked at Xuanzang puzzled.

"No, look at me—put it in your mouth—so—"

"Whoa, whoa—"

"Wow—"

Wukong did it again, but still swallowed the water.

Then he unwillingly tried the third time, the fourth time...

Xuanzang snatched the bowl that Wukong wanted to scoop up water.Wukong wanted to take it, but Xuanzang raised the bowl high, with a disapproving expression on his face.

"Master? Hiccup~" Wukong burped as he spoke.

He immediately covered his mouth strangely, and looked left and right: "What's going on? Did I make this ugly sound?"

Xuanzang sighed helplessly: "That's right. Look at you, you have to drink water until you are full, and you are hiccupping. Do you still want to try? Don't try it yet."

"No, I must learn what Master taught me." Wukong insisted on learning.

Xuanzang played the game of chasing and snatching with him for a while, glanced at Wukong's moist lips just after drinking water, and suddenly flashed in his mind about a slight coldness on his lips, full of youthfulness and cherishment. , a one-touch touch—yes, to that extent, it can only be counted as a touch.

In this life, Xuanzang played in the Qin Tower when he was young, even if he hadn't participated in the battle himself, he could be regarded as a master among them.He still doesn't know what a real kiss should look like?

Thinking of this, when he looked at Wukong's moist lips again, his eyes couldn't help being stained with a trace of pink dryness.

"Does Wukong really want to learn it right away?" He seemed to be talking to Wukong, but his eyes were pressed against his red lips without blinking, his tone was serious, and his face was serious.

"I really want to, I really want to. Master, please let me continue to practice, and I will try again!" Wukong nodded hastily, looking at Xuanzang eagerly, his big black and white eyes are full of anticipation with request.

The author has something to say:

Xuanzang: If you don't hug me to sleep, you must not love me anymore!

Wukong: I am not, I do not have QAQ

Xuanzang: That's it!

Unreasonable making trouble·Logic genius·Xuanzang√

On the train, I was a little motion sick, and my stomach was overwhelmed, so this chapter is a bit short, and it will take tomorrow to have the energy to meet my super cute little angels, yes~>_<~

(Hey hey, it’s different when you write sweet, you can say anything with confidence. (? ω?))