When Liu Buli heard Lu Wuming's words, Lu Wuming's gaze suddenly deepened.
As an adult man, and a married adult man at that. He understood perfectly what his wife's words meant.
However, considering her recent resistance, Lu Wuming hesitated before acting and asked, "Master, are you sure you've thought it through? At least on this matter, I don't want to force you."
He was truly being a gentleman to the extreme.
Unfortunately, what Liu Buli wanted to face the least right now was his gentlemanly attitude.
Without hesitation, he rolled his eyes, his dissatisfaction evident on his face. Liu Buli pouted and said, "What, you keep saying you love me, and now that I've made my invitation so direct, you can't accept it? Speaking of which, are you only capable of kissing and can't go any further with a man?"
Liu Buli's words were intentional.
And the fact was, they were incredibly effective.
After all, ever since they entered Ghost City, their big dog had been abstinent for too long. Especially after following Liu Buli into this world of consciousness, they would hug and kiss daily, and sleep embraced together. But no matter how much they did, they couldn't do what he wanted most.
Lu Wuming was already on the verge of losing control. Now that Liu Buli was directly inviting him, if he could still restrain himself, he would be letting down his proactive master.
He quickly reached a conclusion in his mind, and then Lu Wuming unhesitatingly surged forward, pulling Liu Buli into his arms.
What happened next was completely beyond Liu Buli's control. His obedient big dog went mad, tossing and turning all night until the next morning when he passed out. Only then did Lu Wuming's conscience return, and he reluctantly let him go.
In a deep coma, Liu Buli had another strange and somewhat irritating dream. The scene in the dream seemed to be the world Lu Wuming had described to him. In that dream, he saw many familiar yet unfamiliar people.
Those people were like Lu Wuming; though he had never seen their faces before, they felt incredibly familiar in the dream.
Those people were calling for his return.
Even though the noisy voices were not very clear, Liu Buli could be sure that those people were calling him, asking when he would return.
The faces of others were blurry and indistinct. The final image was Lu Wuming's magnified features.
Reaching out, Lu Wuming embraced Liu Buli's body and, with a choked voice, said he missed him.
Liu Buli listened patiently, and then tears involuntarily fell. He wanted to comfort the other person, and as he opened his mouth, his eyes also opened.
Seeing his curtains, Liu Buli was momentarily dazed.
The dream and reality overlapped, and he was no longer sure which was the dream.
And as he was lost in thought, the culprit actually appeared before him. Holding a bowl of steaming porridge, he pushed open the bedroom door. Seeing that Liu Buli had opened his eyes, he immediately showed a brilliant smile. He quickened his pace to Liu Buli's side, placed the porridge on the nearby table, and before Liu Buli could speak, he bowed his head and apologized, "Master, I'm sorry. This time I didn't control myself. I forgot you're just an ordinary person and shouldn't endure so much."
He spoke very sincerely.
But it was precisely because he was so sincere that Liu Buli felt even more embarrassed.
He wanted to get up and prove that Lu Wuming's statement was somewhat inaccurate, but as soon as he moved, the soreness and pain surged through him.
Liu Buli's expression changed, and before he could say anything, Lu Wuming, with great perceptiveness, reached out and hugged Liu Buli's waist, gently placing him back onto the bed.
While massaging Liu Buli's body, Lu Wuming said with a smile, "Master, even when you had spiritual energy, you always couldn't handle it. And now that you have no spiritual energy, to be able to do this is already very difficult. So don't be shy. Wuming knows you're uncomfortable. Just lie down comfortably, and Wuming will massage you, and you'll be fine."
He said this, but his hands did not stop. It had to be said that, in terms of strength and precision, Liu Buli could clearly feel that the other party had gone through countless experiences, to the point where in such a situation, he could immediately identify the problem and resolve it perfectly.
But the clearer he understood this, the more complex Liu Buli's feelings became.
However, Lu Wuming's massage technique was indeed excellent, so after struggling for a moment, Liu Buli finally raised his hand to cover his face, coughed lightly, and said, "This is the first time I've done something like this. You... when we did this in that world, did it always take this long?"
Lu Wuming blinked.
Last night, they hadn't even managed a few rounds before Liu Buli passed out. If he told him the truth, his master would probably be completely scared silly.
To prevent such a situation, Lu Wuming remained silent for a moment, then gave Liu Buli a faint smile.
He did not answer the question.
When Liu Buli realized this, his eyes widened.
Just as he was about to say something, Lu Wuming also thought of something and said, "Right, Master, I need to correct you. If Shen Muzhi's judgment is correct, this isn't the first time you've done these things. Because this isn't your original world, and your body doesn't actually exist here. This is just a world of consciousness. But even as consciousness, you should have tried this with me many times."
Lu Wuming spoke earnestly.
Even on such a lewd topic, he could speak with a gentle and confident tone.
However, Liu Buli no longer intended to correct him on whether he was right or wrong. He simply glanced at the bowl of porridge Lu Wuming had brought over and gestured, "That... you should still bring the porridge over. I'm a little hungry."
A standard and stiff change of subject, which Lu Wuming understood but did not intend to refuse.
He obediently brought the bowl of porridge to Liu Buli's front. Lu Wuming didn't give him a spoon but scooped a spoonful of porridge himself, tested its temperature, and then brought the spoon to Liu Buli's mouth.
In this place, shyness would only make him feel worse.
Liu Buli knew this very well, and his arms were too sore to lift easily. So after a slight struggle, Liu Buli chose to give up with peace of mind. He handed over the task of eating entirely to Lu Wuming, only responsible for opening his mouth to swallow. He had originally thought that this kind of scene, which usually appeared in TV shows or hospital rooms, would be awkward and poorly executed if the two of them did it.
But the reality once again left him speechless.
The two of them cooperated so seamlessly, as if they had done this countless times. Even if Liu Buli wanted to find some other nonsensical excuse, he couldn't.
After eating his fill, Liu Buli lay on the bed, lost in thought.
Lu Wuming massaged his back, and time passed quietly and smoothly.
After a while, Liu Buli finally spoke, saying, "Wuming, I've thought of something."
Lu Wuming's movements paused.
Liu Buli continued, "I promised to help you. Why don't we resolve this matter today before I change my mind?"