From the moment Lu Wuming began to read, Liu Buli's face had already turned incredibly red.
He couldn't fathom how his usually demure disciple, who blushed at a simple declaration of affection, could suddenly become so shamelessly bold.
Reaching out, he pushed Lu Wuming's face away. Liu Buli said earnestly, "If you want to look, then look by yourself. Don't read it aloud, or I won't let you look anymore."
Lu Wuming appeared troubled. "But Master, books are meant to be shared to be interesting. If you don't let Wuming read it aloud, then how can Wuming share this with you?"
Liu Buli's face was so red it looked like it might bleed. He pouted and glared at Lu Wuming angrily. "If you want to read this kind of thing, you can read it yourself. You absolutely don't need to share it with me, understand?"
"I don't understand," Lu Wuming shook his head. "Authors write books and publish them precisely because they want readers to share their stories. That's what Master taught me before, why are you saying it differently now?"
Speaking of which, Lu Wuming rubbed his chin and pondered for a moment. He said, "However, now that you mention it, I do understand a bit. Master must be shy. Since that's the case, Wuming won't read it aloud. We'll find another way to look at it together."
Liu Buli raised an eyebrow.
Before he could figure out what new method Lu Wuming had in mind, he was lifted from the bed by the other.
Lu Wuming leaned against the headboard, spread his legs, and had Liu Buli sit in front of him, leaning back against his chest.
He rested his chin on Liu Buli's shoulder, brought his hands from Liu Buli's waist to the front, held the book, and turned a page. Pointing at the words, he chuckled. "Master, see? Wuming is so quick to understand! This way, not only can Wuming read it, but Master can also read it with me."
Liu Buli's earlobes and neck turned crimson.
He shrank into Lu Wuming's embrace, like a rabbit that had lost its ability to resist, caught in a lion's gaze.
He wanted to say he didn't want to look, and he knew he could close his eyes to avoid it. But humans are such creatures; the more they fear, the more curious they become.
Just like in this situation.
Liu Buli couldn't control himself. His eyes were fixed on Lu Wuming's finger, following wherever it pointed. Word by word, line by line, page by page, he completely read three pages of the book.
Then he clearly felt the change in Lu Wuming behind him.
They were pressed so close together.
It was difficult for him to pretend he didn't notice.
He felt Lu Wuming's breath, which was brushing against his ear, growing hotter. He wanted to say something, but Lu Wuming acted first, biting his ear.
Liu Buli trembled all over, startled and wanting to flee immediately.
But the man's arms were locked tightly in front of him, restraining all his movements, making it impossible even to retrieve his own poor little ear.
Liu Buli sniffled, and a hint of moisture welled up uncontrollably in his eyes.
He tucked his neck in and whimpered pitifully, "Wuming..."
"Master," Lu Wuming responded, finally releasing the little rabbit's ear.
However, the arm around Liu Buli's waist tightened slightly, pulling him even closer.
His other finger pointed at the words in the book, and he said, "Master, look. You like chains, restraints, imprisonment, and roughness. Then Wuming should learn more from this book to become more to your liking?"