Lu Wuming affirmed once again in his heart that his master's true form was definitely a demon.
Only demons could be so captivating, and only demons could be so beautiful.
As for himself, he was a prime example of being bewitched by a demon.
No matter what the other party was like, he was willing to offer himself without hesitation. Even if Liu Buli could truly tear him apart and devour him, he would not hesitate.
The calligraphy and painting skills he had prepared for so long suddenly became meaningless. It didn't matter that the wine on the table was half-drunk. Lu Wuming directly picked up Liu Buli and carried him back to the room.
As he placed the person on the bed, Liu Buli still clung to him, chuckling softly.
The light in Lu Wuming's eyes darkened slightly. He asked, "Master, what interesting thing are you thinking about? Why are you laughing so happily?"
"Indeed, some interesting things," Liu Buli nodded and said, "It's a sentence I saw in my previous world, saying that men like to buy beautiful clothes for their lovers, but they are actually enjoying the pleasure of taking them off. You prepared this wedding robe on me for such a long time. But I've only worn it for less than an hour, and now you're planning to do other things with me. So, can I understand that your thoughts are also like that?"
Liu Buli said this, actually just making a joke.
Unexpectedly, the hand Lu Wuming placed on his belt suddenly paused, then moved away slightly. He nodded and said, "Master, what you said makes some sense. It hasn't been worn for long, and it would indeed be a shame to take it off so soon."
Liu Buli was momentarily confused: "But..."
"Master, wouldn't it be better to just wear it?" Lu Wuming interrupted Liu Buli's question. His voice was clearly gentle, yet it carried a deep, indescribable dread.
His slender fingers brushed Liu Buli's cheek and tidied the stray hairs at his temples. Lu Wuming continued, "Master needs to be obedient. Don't resist, don't struggle. Just be good and obedient, and Wuming will be gentle too. Then this robe won't get damaged. After all, it's something Wuming spent so long making. Master, you wouldn't want it to get dirty or ruined, would you?"
Naturally, he would not want that.
Not only that, but in Liu Buli's original plan, he intended to carefully preserve this wedding robe and keep it in his wardrobe as a meaningful memento.
But what was Lu Wuming doing now?
He admitted that he had made the invitation from the very beginning.
But if they really did those things while wearing this robe, then whenever he saw it in the future, he would feel extremely shy and think of what happened now.
How could he then keep the robe as a memento?
This thought flashed for a moment, but then Liu Buli quieted down.
He truly couldn't keep this robe as a memento anymore, but based on his understanding of Lu Wuming, it was precisely because they did these things that the robe would become more meaningful.
By then, he wouldn't be able to throw the robe away. His foolish disciple would definitely find all sorts of ways to hide it. In any case, there would be no chance for him to throw it away, and it would be preserved well.
His mood suddenly became indescribably complex, but Liu Buli had long since learned to accept these things.
Since he couldn't educate his disciple, he might as well honestly choose to accept it. This was the last conclusion he reached before his thoughts were carried away by Lu Wuming.
...
This time, it was according to Lu Wuming's wishes, or rather, out of consideration for the new wedding robe. Every time Liu Buli wanted to struggle or resist, Lu Wuming would remind him that the robe would be torn.
As a result, even though he couldn't bear it any longer, he could only let Lu Wuming stop with red eyes and a tearful voice.
But how could he know that it was precisely this appearance of his that made people go even madder?
The stamina of cultivators was much better than that of ordinary people, and dual cultivation was something that benefited both parties. Therefore, Lu Wuming continued for nearly ten days. By the end, when he was satisfied and released his master, Liu Buli had already fallen into a deep sleep, lying limply on the bed, too weak to even speak.
In stark contrast to his condition, Lu Wuming was full of energy after being well-fed and satisfied. He not only used his water-elemental spiritual power to thoroughly clean Liu Buli but even moved a table to the center of the room, picked up his brush, and began to paint the sleeping Liu Buli on the bed.
Although he loved all of Liu Buli's appearances, he knew in his heart that his master in this state was his favorite.
Like a well-behaved and obedient little fox, curled up obediently in the room that belonged to the two of them. Although there was less boisterous noise than usual, at least it was quiet, and he could always be by his side.
Lu Wuming had never considered that if his master lost the ability to run around, he could stay with him forever and wouldn't be able to throw tantrums at him.
But whenever such a thought arose, he felt that he couldn't bear to see his master look sad. Therefore, he couldn't use chains or forbidden spells on his master. Besides these, the only way to make his master quiet and obedient was likely the one before him.
With a long sigh in his heart, Lu Wuming continued his work. He painted Liu Buli with his clothes half-undone, and he painted the other person sitting under the peach tree wearing the wedding robe.
After pondering for a while, thinking that when he showed the painting to Liu Buli, the other party would again angrily ask why only he was in it. Lu Wuming hesitated, but in the end, he honestly added his own figure beside him.
He actually felt that compared to Liu Buli, he was a bit ugly. Standing next to his master like this was somewhat mismatched.
After all, his master was the most beautiful being in this world. No matter who it was, they would pale in comparison beside him, and he was no exception. If he had to be added to this painting, it would even ruin the aesthetic beauty of Liu Buli being alone.
But since his master liked him, he had to do as his master wished.
After finishing the painting, he picked it up and looked at the content. Lu Wuming couldn't help but smile again.
He was indeed a bit ugly, certainly not as beautiful as his master.
However, when the two of them stood together, they were always so fitting. It was as if they were meant to be this way from the start. The position next to Liu Buli, aside from him, no one else was worthy of standing there.