Shen Muzhi's words left Liu Buli incredibly embarrassed. Knowing that the other party was unwilling to let him observe, he obediently followed Lu Wuming away from their spot.
As they walked forward, Lu Wuming kept his arm around Liu Buli's waist. Once they were out of Shen Muzhi's sight, Lu Wuming lowered his voice and asked Liu Buli, "Master, do you really like that physician Shen so much?"
The question was laced with suppressed anger and a strong sense of unwillingness.
The jealousy was palpable, making Liu Buli's heart flutter with unease.
He shook his head vigorously and swore to the heavens, "I have absolutely no interest in him, at least not in that way. To me, he's just a friend I can communicate with easily, nothing more. Don't you believe me?"
It wasn't that he didn't believe him.
It was just that Liu Buli's gaze when he was admiring the other man's muscles had been too direct. Lu Wuming had no doubt that if he hadn't been there, Liu Buli might have even drooled while staring.
Thinking of this, Lu Wuming became even more annoyed.
Sensing what he was thinking, Liu Buli quickly continued, "Everyone appreciates beauty. I was just admiring his physique. Shen Muzhi's physique is indeed good, and the novel portrayed him so well. As a loyal reader, how could I not be curious?"
Lu Wuming's expression remained unchanged, clearly not comforted.
Liu Buli scratched his head and continued, "Besides, didn't I want to compare the difference between you two? Shen Muzhi's eight-pack abs look firm, but they're nowhere near as firm as yours, my Wuming. If I had to choose, I'd definitely prefer you. Not only are you good to look at, but you're also good to touch, and definitely better looking and more pleasant to touch than Shen Muzhi. Am I right?"
As Liu Buli spoke, he leaned closer into Lu Wuming's embrace.
His fingers, as if of their own accord, tapped on Lu Wuming's abs, successfully dimming the light in the man's eyes a few shades.
But Liu Buli, whether intentionally or unintentionally, didn't seem satisfied. He grinned and said, "You're just so much better than Shen Muzhi. If this place were more suitable, I'd even ask you to take off your clothes and give me a chance to touch them to my heart's content."
He finished speaking and withdrew his hand with a hint of regret. But halfway through, Lu Wuming grabbed his wrist.
He placed Liu Buli's hand back on his stomach and said, "There's nothing unsuitable about it. If you like it, I'll let you touch to your heart's content right now. Weren't we here for the secret manuals? Shen Muzhi is so badly injured that even if they find the manuals, they won't be able to start cultivating immediately. So why don't you and I try them out first? We'll know if they're good or bad."
He said this, but there was no room for negotiation.
In fact, he forcefully tightened his embrace around Liu Buli, narrowed his eyes, and continued, "Where are the secret manuals kept? Since Master is so familiar with this place, why don't you lead me there to take a look?"
Liu Buli's mouth twitched.
He looked up at Lu Wuming's face and saw that the fire in his eyes was about to erupt. His lingering hesitation vanished instantly.
Holding it in for too long wasn't good; it could harm him.
And since he was both his disciple and his Dao companion, he naturally had to pamper him. He coughed lightly and pointed to a stone tablet not far away. "The entrance to where the secret manuals are is over there. We can try them out in advance, but you have to promise me to control yourself a little this time, not like before, understand?"
Lu Wuming let out a soft laugh.
He lowered his head and kissed Liu Buli's lips.
He received no response.