Liu Buli had actually guessed that after leaving his young disciple to his own devices for a month, the latter would most likely become somewhat twisted. However, he hadn't anticipated that upon their reunion, and before they could exchange many words, Lu Wuming would directly steer the conversation to such a topic.
Sighing, Liu Buli leaned in and kissed Lu Wuming. As their lips met, he distinctly felt the muscles in Lu Wuming's body stiffen. When they parted, Liu Buli was surprised to find a blush spreading across his young disciple's face.
Chuckling, Liu Buli asked, "Wuming, why are you so brave with your words but so shy in reality?"
"It's... it's all because I haven't seen Master for so long..."
Lu Wuming felt somewhat embarrassed himself and raised a hand to cover his cheeks, preventing Liu Buli from seeing them. He forced a composed demeanor and continued, "This is all Master's fault. If Master hadn't insisted on going into seclusion, Wuming wouldn't be like this."
"This is also quite good. It's just like when we first met, with your innocent and silly appearance," Liu Buli smiled, reaching out to pat Lu Wuming's head. Then, with his other hand, he took Lu Wuming's and turned, leading him back towards their courtyard.
As they walked, he continued, "Wuming, you're a bit taller than me now. It seems that while I was away, you still listened well and ate and slept properly?"
"Because Master said so, that's how I'd grow taller," Lu Wuming replied. He then looked at Liu Buli again and, pursing his lips, said, "Master, what I said earlier..."
"We'll talk about that tomorrow. Didn't we agree? After my seclusion ends, I want to take you somewhere. The weather has been good these past two days, so it's the perfect time. I know what you want, and I won't go back on my word."
Liu Buli interrupted Lu Wuming, speaking all his thoughts in one breath. Then, he turned back and offered Lu Wuming a smile.
That smile softened Lu Wuming's heart.
All the dissatisfaction from waiting a month vanished completely in that instant.
If he were the most terrifying evil spirit in the world, then his Master was undoubtedly the only saint who could subdue him.
As long as Liu Buli was by his side, as long as he smiled at him like this, all the darkness in his heart would dissipate. He was truly completely captivated...
Lu Wuming thought this, but he felt no unhappiness.
Instead, he rather enjoyed this feeling of being controlled by his Master.
He wanted to let his Master know that he was a madman. If his Master wasn't by his side, he would rage and go insane, harming the world. In that way, no matter the reason, his Master would absolutely never leave him...
The undercurrents in his heart surged. By the time he came to his senses, Lu Wuming had already been led back to the courtyard by Liu Buli.
Closing the courtyard gate, Liu Buli took out some medicinal ointment from his Qiankun bag and placed it in Lu Wuming's hand. He said, "These are the ones I've refined. I tested them, and the effects are excellent. There are no side effects. Take these, and when..."
"Wait a moment," Lu Wuming interrupted Liu Buli's explanation. He narrowed his eyes and asked with clear displeasure, "This is wound medicine. Master, where did you test it to find out it had good effects?"
Liu Buli hadn't expected his disciple to be so sharp. Coupled with the angry look in Lu Wuming's eyes, Liu Buli felt a pang of guilt.
Clearing his throat, his voice became somewhat shaky as he spoke. He rubbed his nose and said, "Well... I just made a tiny cut on my fingertip, not too much, and then... um..."
Before he could finish speaking, his lips were sealed by Lu Wuming's.
The other's strength was immense, as if intentional, far more frantic than usual.
Liu Buli was kissed to the point of almost suffocating. He wanted to push Lu Wuming away, but the latter was too forceful and gave him no opportunity.
The feeling of his breath being stolen made Liu Buli incredibly uncomfortable, and tears welled up in his eyes. He looked like a pathetic, trembling rabbit pinned down by a lion.
When the lion finally released him, Liu Buli's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed onto the ground. Fortunately, Lu Wuming caught him, stabilizing his body as he gasped for air, his cheeks flushed red, but at least he wasn't more humiliated.
Looking at Liu Buli's state, Lu Wuming's anger hadn't fully subsided. However, he also knew that without testing, it was indeed impossible to prove whether the wound medicine was successful.
Taking a deep breath, he swept Liu Buli into his arms.
As Lu Wuming carried him towards the house, he said, "Master, next time you want to make wound medicine, Wuming will wait at the door. When it's time to test, just come out and cut me. You are not allowed to hurt yourself again. Do you hear me?"