The thick cock held by his little hand started from the head and to Zhang Yan's legs, which was irresponsible to him.
What's even more terrible is that Ye Xuan didn't know what she dreamed of in her dreams. While showing a sweet smile, she unconsciously stroked his penis.
Zhang Yan had never been so panicked, and he quickly pulled Ye Xuan's little hand away.
After this break, because of the excessive strength, Ye Xuan woke up with a sound of her voice.
The little girl rubbed her eyes sleepyly: Master, is it dawn?
Her dark eyes were still filled with sleepiness, her pink cheeks were like lotus after the rain, and her slightly pouty mouth opened and closed, and the fragrance of orchid appeared on Zhang Yan's neck.
Then, Zhang Yan was confused and found that his penis had grown shamefully.
Perhaps because he found that it was still dark outside the window, Ye Xuan muttered: Master, A Xuan is dreaming.Regardless of Zhang Yan's stiff face, he rolled straight into the man's arms, hugging Zhang Yan even tighter like an octopus.
Zhang Yan came to his senses and the little disciple was asleep. This time the little hand was placed peacefully on his chest, while his cock was still hard.
A ball of burning flame seemed to linger in his lower abdomen. Zhang Yan lay straight on the bed, feeling uneasy for a moment.
Maybe, should I find a Taoist partner?
He thought for no reason.
No matter how high his cultivation is, he is also a normal man after all.
Zhang Yan will also have the natural reactions of men when they wake up in the morning.
That is just a physiological reaction, not where emotions come.
If a clear mind technique is gone, it will disappear immediately.
But now... Zhang Yan has recited the "Mythical and Clear Heart" more than ten times in his divine thoughts, but the erect penis standing between his crotch still has not softened.
Tomorrow, he thought to himself that he would never let Ye Xuan sleep with him anymore.
When Ye Xuan woke up, it was already bright.
A few golden spots fell from the cracks in the window. She opened her eyes in the warm sun. The bedding beside her showed that someone had slept here.
But the beauty is not here, leaving only a nice and faint fragrance.
Ye Xuan sniffed vigorously, and couldn't help feeling relieved.
Zhang Yansheng likes cleanliness, but he is not good at incense. His clothes are surrounded by a graceful taste like grass and trees all year round. He is like a person, straight like a treasure tree in the courtyard, and a lingering orchid under the steps.
If you give such a man of high quality, it would be quite a good deal if you give him the first time. Ye Xuan thought without any moral integrity.
At the beginning of last night, Ye Xuan deliberately pretended to be asleep and teased Zhang Yan, and saw the entangled and panicked look of this ascetic master clearly.
She was proud of herself, and she wanted to go further, but she was afraid that she would take too fast to make Zhang Yan suspicious.
I could only suppress the lustful heart that knocked Zhang Yan down and left Zhang Yan alone tossing and turning, but I fell asleep comfortably. I don’t know how Zhang Yan survived the night.
Just as I was thinking, I suddenly heard footsteps, but it was Zhang Yan who came back.
He had obviously just taken a shower, wearing a green robe, and his black ink hair was drifting away. His cold temperament had diminished a lot, and he only felt an indescribable softness.
When Ye Xuan saw him, her eyebrows and eyes jumped up, and she ran to Zhang Yan with her bare feet. She didn't know where to find a hairpin: Master, Master, A Xuan will tie your hair up.
Seeing that she had never worn her clothes, Zhang Yan was hanging loosely on her body, and was about to reprimand her.
He saw that the little disciple had already run to him, and raised a warm green jade hairpin with bright eyes, looking earnest.
He immediately felt soft-hearted and was dragged by Ye Xuan on a chair.
Ye Xuan stepped on another chair, held a strand of Zhang Yan's black hair with her little hand, and sniffed it over her nose: Master, your hair smells so good.
Her puppy look immediately made Zhang Yan laugh. Unlike the formulaic smile in front of others, the smile reached his eyes, and his hard eyebrows, which had been softened.
The air in the room flows quietly like water...
Ye Xuan inserted the green jade hairpin into Zhang Yan's bun, looked around and then suddenly kissed Zhang Yan on the face.
Zhang Yan was stunned and immediately frowned and said: "Nonsense."
Ye Xuan was not afraid of his appearance, but instead hugged Zhang Yan's neck and giggled: Master, in the mortal scripts I read, the husband is tying his wife's hair.Is the master my wife or my husband?
Zhang Yan was so funny: Where did you see a mess, little naughty, do you know what husband and wife are?
Ye Xuan grew up in the Canglan Sect since she was a child, and the people around her were fellow disciples who were determined to seek Taoism. Zhang Yan thought she did not understand the titles in the mortal world.
Of course I know.Ye Xuan pouted, saying, "Mr. My husband and wife must be together forever, just like me and my master."As she said this, she deliberately looked at Zhang Yan with innocent and sincere eyes.
Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment, his expression seemed a little unnatural, but he immediately covered it up and then changed the subject: Since you are awake, take the pillow back to the room.
Ye Xuan blinked: Why take it back?
Seeing that she didn't understand, Zhang Yan felt a little unbearable, but he still said lightly: You will go back to your room to sleep tonight.
Ye Xuan was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he blinked again and said in a low voice: Master, did I make you angry?
This was the second time she asked this question in a few days. Zhang Yan couldn't help but sigh in her heart. She just said that she made her master angry, but she didn't know that she had no face to face her.
Zhang Yan remained silent, but just left his head slightly.
Seeing this, Ye Xuan immediately rolled two tears from her eyes.
She cried without sound, and tears fell one by one, falling on the ground, turning into silent gray marks.
After a long time, Zhang Yan didn't hear the movement. He couldn't help but sweep the end of his eyes and saw Ye Xuan's tears on his face.
Zhang Yan's heart tightened for a moment, but his face was still calm. He wanted to say something harsh, but he still cherished Ye Xuan, so he had to deliberately say in a deep voice: I asked you to go back to your room to sleep, is it because of your grievance for your teacher?
Ye Xuan wanted to speak, but she cried as soon as she opened her mouth.
She stopped her rush, and she still let out a sob, and the sob choked in her throat, choking the little pear blossoms with rainy face red.
Zhang Yan's heart tightened again, and he even softened his voice without even noticed it: Don't cry, if you don't want to, just talk to your teacher, why is this?
It would be fine if he didn't say it, but when Ye Xuan said it, he cried even louder. The white little hands smeared on his face randomly, his voice was vague and aggrieved: Master, do you want me anymore?The junior nephew in the sect said you don’t want me and drove me out of Fengzhen Palace... said I can’t do anything. I have been practicing Taoism for more than ten years and was still in the foundation-building stage, so I am not worthy of being your apprentice... and said, and said you dislike me, so you want to drive me away.
Although she cried so hard that she was incoherent, Zhang Yan was so smart that she immediately understood what Ye Xuan meant.
He turned cold at the moment. It seemed that he, the elder of Fengzhen Palace, was silent for a long time. There was something in his sect that was blind in the sect and he even dared to bully Ye Xuan!
It was thought that he asked Ye Xuan to move out of Fengzhen Hall, which made some restless people have different thoughts.
Ye Xuan's actions were easy to understand. She was very afraid that her master would not want her, so she insisted on sticking to her master.
If Zhang Yan really cruelly drove her back to the room to sleep, the little girl would be heartbroken.
Forget it, Zhang Yan had no choice but to sigh inwardly: If you cry again, you really don’t want you as your teacher.
Ye Xuan immediately stopped crying when she heard this.
A pair of big eyes looked at Zhang Yan in confusion and pity, making Zhang Yan feel weak.
He waved to Ye Xuan: Come with me to wash your face.
Ye Xuan twitched: That, that pillow...
No need to take it.
Ye Xuan stopped crying immediately, rubbed her sleeve on her face, and then smiled happily: Yes!
Zhang Yan flicked her forehead: A crying man.
Master, bad guy, always give me nicknames.
Zhang Yan held her hand and stopped talking, but the smile on his lips could not be erased no matter how hard he used it.
At night, Zhang Yan couldn't help but regret his soft heart during the day.
I saw Ye Xuan lying on his side in his arms. She wore a light pink underwear tonight, which set off the snow-colored skin on her chest, and it was like a lotus petal in a white jade plate, which was particularly charming.
Under the undulating material, in the bulging curve of the chest, there are two perky red fruits.
Although there was a layer of thin silk, Zhang Yan had such a vision. The summer gauze shirt was already transparent, and the two small red cherries in his sight could not be forgotten.
And this is not the most important thing.
He didn't know what he was feeling. In the night, the white little hand was placed between his legs again.
Under Ye Xuan's unconscious touch, the originally obedient penis became bigger and harder, and soon, it stood upright into a thick piece of cloth almost pierced the piece of fabric in the crotch.
As Ye Xuan fiddled with her indiscriminately, her penis began to thrust and thrust.
Zhang Yan's qi and blood surged, his throat was dry, and he used all his strength to suppress the urge to press the little hand tightly on his hips.
He took a deep breath, sat up carefully, and planned to take Ye Xuan's little hand away.
Unexpectedly, Ye Xuan moved, and the hand placed on his cock tightened, and she held the thick penis in her palm.
Zhang Yan groaned, and felt a spurt of his mind surge on his glans, and he almost told Yuanyang to be told.
He quickly kept the Jingguan tightly, and gasped for a few more times before he gradually calmed down.
But the lower abdomen was still as passionate as fire. Ye Xuan stopped moving again at this time. Her little hand quietly held Zhang Yan's penis. Through a thin layer of fabric, Zhang Yan could clearly feel the tenderness and smoothness of her palm.
He couldn't help but stay there in distress, where did his disciple get the bad habits, why... as soon as he fell asleep, he would touch his own place...
What's even more terrible is that Ye Xuan didn't know what she dreamed of in her dreams. While showing a sweet smile, she unconsciously stroked his penis.
Zhang Yan had never been so panicked, and he quickly pulled Ye Xuan's little hand away.
After this break, because of the excessive strength, Ye Xuan woke up with a sound of her voice.
The little girl rubbed her eyes sleepyly: Master, is it dawn?
Her dark eyes were still filled with sleepiness, her pink cheeks were like lotus after the rain, and her slightly pouty mouth opened and closed, and the fragrance of orchid appeared on Zhang Yan's neck.
Then, Zhang Yan was confused and found that his penis had grown shamefully.
Perhaps because he found that it was still dark outside the window, Ye Xuan muttered: Master, A Xuan is dreaming.Regardless of Zhang Yan's stiff face, he rolled straight into the man's arms, hugging Zhang Yan even tighter like an octopus.
Zhang Yan came to his senses and the little disciple was asleep. This time the little hand was placed peacefully on his chest, while his cock was still hard.
A ball of burning flame seemed to linger in his lower abdomen. Zhang Yan lay straight on the bed, feeling uneasy for a moment.
Maybe, should I find a Taoist partner?
He thought for no reason.
No matter how high his cultivation is, he is also a normal man after all.
Zhang Yan will also have the natural reactions of men when they wake up in the morning.
That is just a physiological reaction, not where emotions come.
If a clear mind technique is gone, it will disappear immediately.
But now... Zhang Yan has recited the "Mythical and Clear Heart" more than ten times in his divine thoughts, but the erect penis standing between his crotch still has not softened.
Tomorrow, he thought to himself that he would never let Ye Xuan sleep with him anymore.
When Ye Xuan woke up, it was already bright.
A few golden spots fell from the cracks in the window. She opened her eyes in the warm sun. The bedding beside her showed that someone had slept here.
But the beauty is not here, leaving only a nice and faint fragrance.
Ye Xuan sniffed vigorously, and couldn't help feeling relieved.
Zhang Yansheng likes cleanliness, but he is not good at incense. His clothes are surrounded by a graceful taste like grass and trees all year round. He is like a person, straight like a treasure tree in the courtyard, and a lingering orchid under the steps.
If you give such a man of high quality, it would be quite a good deal if you give him the first time. Ye Xuan thought without any moral integrity.
At the beginning of last night, Ye Xuan deliberately pretended to be asleep and teased Zhang Yan, and saw the entangled and panicked look of this ascetic master clearly.
She was proud of herself, and she wanted to go further, but she was afraid that she would take too fast to make Zhang Yan suspicious.
I could only suppress the lustful heart that knocked Zhang Yan down and left Zhang Yan alone tossing and turning, but I fell asleep comfortably. I don’t know how Zhang Yan survived the night.
Just as I was thinking, I suddenly heard footsteps, but it was Zhang Yan who came back.
He had obviously just taken a shower, wearing a green robe, and his black ink hair was drifting away. His cold temperament had diminished a lot, and he only felt an indescribable softness.
When Ye Xuan saw him, her eyebrows and eyes jumped up, and she ran to Zhang Yan with her bare feet. She didn't know where to find a hairpin: Master, Master, A Xuan will tie your hair up.
Seeing that she had never worn her clothes, Zhang Yan was hanging loosely on her body, and was about to reprimand her.
He saw that the little disciple had already run to him, and raised a warm green jade hairpin with bright eyes, looking earnest.
He immediately felt soft-hearted and was dragged by Ye Xuan on a chair.
Ye Xuan stepped on another chair, held a strand of Zhang Yan's black hair with her little hand, and sniffed it over her nose: Master, your hair smells so good.
Her puppy look immediately made Zhang Yan laugh. Unlike the formulaic smile in front of others, the smile reached his eyes, and his hard eyebrows, which had been softened.
The air in the room flows quietly like water...
Ye Xuan inserted the green jade hairpin into Zhang Yan's bun, looked around and then suddenly kissed Zhang Yan on the face.
Zhang Yan was stunned and immediately frowned and said: "Nonsense."
Ye Xuan was not afraid of his appearance, but instead hugged Zhang Yan's neck and giggled: Master, in the mortal scripts I read, the husband is tying his wife's hair.Is the master my wife or my husband?
Zhang Yan was so funny: Where did you see a mess, little naughty, do you know what husband and wife are?
Ye Xuan grew up in the Canglan Sect since she was a child, and the people around her were fellow disciples who were determined to seek Taoism. Zhang Yan thought she did not understand the titles in the mortal world.
Of course I know.Ye Xuan pouted, saying, "Mr. My husband and wife must be together forever, just like me and my master."As she said this, she deliberately looked at Zhang Yan with innocent and sincere eyes.
Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment, his expression seemed a little unnatural, but he immediately covered it up and then changed the subject: Since you are awake, take the pillow back to the room.
Ye Xuan blinked: Why take it back?
Seeing that she didn't understand, Zhang Yan felt a little unbearable, but he still said lightly: You will go back to your room to sleep tonight.
Ye Xuan was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he blinked again and said in a low voice: Master, did I make you angry?
This was the second time she asked this question in a few days. Zhang Yan couldn't help but sigh in her heart. She just said that she made her master angry, but she didn't know that she had no face to face her.
Zhang Yan remained silent, but just left his head slightly.
Seeing this, Ye Xuan immediately rolled two tears from her eyes.
She cried without sound, and tears fell one by one, falling on the ground, turning into silent gray marks.
After a long time, Zhang Yan didn't hear the movement. He couldn't help but sweep the end of his eyes and saw Ye Xuan's tears on his face.
Zhang Yan's heart tightened for a moment, but his face was still calm. He wanted to say something harsh, but he still cherished Ye Xuan, so he had to deliberately say in a deep voice: I asked you to go back to your room to sleep, is it because of your grievance for your teacher?
Ye Xuan wanted to speak, but she cried as soon as she opened her mouth.
She stopped her rush, and she still let out a sob, and the sob choked in her throat, choking the little pear blossoms with rainy face red.
Zhang Yan's heart tightened again, and he even softened his voice without even noticed it: Don't cry, if you don't want to, just talk to your teacher, why is this?
It would be fine if he didn't say it, but when Ye Xuan said it, he cried even louder. The white little hands smeared on his face randomly, his voice was vague and aggrieved: Master, do you want me anymore?The junior nephew in the sect said you don’t want me and drove me out of Fengzhen Palace... said I can’t do anything. I have been practicing Taoism for more than ten years and was still in the foundation-building stage, so I am not worthy of being your apprentice... and said, and said you dislike me, so you want to drive me away.
Although she cried so hard that she was incoherent, Zhang Yan was so smart that she immediately understood what Ye Xuan meant.
He turned cold at the moment. It seemed that he, the elder of Fengzhen Palace, was silent for a long time. There was something in his sect that was blind in the sect and he even dared to bully Ye Xuan!
It was thought that he asked Ye Xuan to move out of Fengzhen Hall, which made some restless people have different thoughts.
Ye Xuan's actions were easy to understand. She was very afraid that her master would not want her, so she insisted on sticking to her master.
If Zhang Yan really cruelly drove her back to the room to sleep, the little girl would be heartbroken.
Forget it, Zhang Yan had no choice but to sigh inwardly: If you cry again, you really don’t want you as your teacher.
Ye Xuan immediately stopped crying when she heard this.
A pair of big eyes looked at Zhang Yan in confusion and pity, making Zhang Yan feel weak.
He waved to Ye Xuan: Come with me to wash your face.
Ye Xuan twitched: That, that pillow...
No need to take it.
Ye Xuan stopped crying immediately, rubbed her sleeve on her face, and then smiled happily: Yes!
Zhang Yan flicked her forehead: A crying man.
Master, bad guy, always give me nicknames.
Zhang Yan held her hand and stopped talking, but the smile on his lips could not be erased no matter how hard he used it.
At night, Zhang Yan couldn't help but regret his soft heart during the day.
I saw Ye Xuan lying on his side in his arms. She wore a light pink underwear tonight, which set off the snow-colored skin on her chest, and it was like a lotus petal in a white jade plate, which was particularly charming.
Under the undulating material, in the bulging curve of the chest, there are two perky red fruits.
Although there was a layer of thin silk, Zhang Yan had such a vision. The summer gauze shirt was already transparent, and the two small red cherries in his sight could not be forgotten.
And this is not the most important thing.
He didn't know what he was feeling. In the night, the white little hand was placed between his legs again.
Under Ye Xuan's unconscious touch, the originally obedient penis became bigger and harder, and soon, it stood upright into a thick piece of cloth almost pierced the piece of fabric in the crotch.
As Ye Xuan fiddled with her indiscriminately, her penis began to thrust and thrust.
Zhang Yan's qi and blood surged, his throat was dry, and he used all his strength to suppress the urge to press the little hand tightly on his hips.
He took a deep breath, sat up carefully, and planned to take Ye Xuan's little hand away.
Unexpectedly, Ye Xuan moved, and the hand placed on his cock tightened, and she held the thick penis in her palm.
Zhang Yan groaned, and felt a spurt of his mind surge on his glans, and he almost told Yuanyang to be told.
He quickly kept the Jingguan tightly, and gasped for a few more times before he gradually calmed down.
But the lower abdomen was still as passionate as fire. Ye Xuan stopped moving again at this time. Her little hand quietly held Zhang Yan's penis. Through a thin layer of fabric, Zhang Yan could clearly feel the tenderness and smoothness of her palm.
He couldn't help but stay there in distress, where did his disciple get the bad habits, why... as soon as he fell asleep, he would touch his own place...
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