Lu Wuming spoke those words, but when Liu Buli asked him what solution he had in mind, he fell silent again.
Liu Buli vaguely felt something was amiss, but Lu Wuming gave him no chance to ponder. Grabbing his hand, he began to enact the "punishment" he had mentioned earlier. After a while, Liu Buli's hands were aching terribly, and his lips were red and swollen from Lu Wuming's biting.
He huddled miserably in the hot spring, finally embraced by Lu Wuming, who cleaned him thoroughly. Then, Lu Wuming glanced down into the water and chuckled, "Shizun, does Wuming need to help you too?"
This time, Liu Buli did not answer, nor did he agree.
He fled.
Watching his Shizun hastily throw on clothes and scramble out of the hot spring, fleeing in disarray, Lu Wuming did not give chase this time.
He simply leaned back where he was, his gaze fixed on the direction his Shizun had gone. After a long while, he let out a long sigh.
He had been a bit too hasty...
He shouldn't have rushed. He should have been more cautious for a while longer. After all, his height hadn't completely surpassed Liu Buli's yet, and his muscles were certainly not as developed as the other desired.
His actions now would surely frighten his Shizun...
But when he saw Shen Muzhi, he couldn't help but feel envy, jealousy, and worry. He didn't want to admit it, but he was truly afraid that his Shizun would fall for Shen Muzhi. So, he could only use this method, making his Shizun solely his own, and then he wouldn't have to worry about him being snatched away.
Lu Wuming narrowed his eyes.
So be it. If he was frightened, he was frightened. It didn't matter.
As long as he showed that self-deprecating and timid demeanor, his Shizun would do everything he wanted.
Shizun was always like this.
So easy to control.
Taking a deep breath, Lu Wuming finally climbed out of the water. He dried himself and casually wrapped a cloth around his waist before heading directly towards the sect leader's residence.
What if his Shizun ran away? Even if he ran to his room, it was still their shared bedroom.
Unless he was driven away, he couldn't guarantee that things he didn't want wouldn't happen.
But would his Shizun have the heart to drive him away?
He wouldn't.
Lu Wuming reached this conclusion in his heart, and the smile on his face grew even brighter.
He felt like a hunter capturing his prey, and his prey had already fallen into his trap, just waiting for him to come and embrace it.
Licking his lips, the light in Lu Wuming's eyes dimmed to its deepest point.
When he reached the door of the room, he pushed it open and entered. He scanned the room and saw Liu Buli hiding under the covers on the bed.
He walked to the bedside and sat down. He didn't rush to speak, but instead reached out and pulled back the covers, "digging out" Liu Buli who was hiding within.
Liu Buli was like a snail forcibly pulled from its shell. Feeling the surrounding light, he trembled violently and then stammered, "Wu... Wuming, you... you're back..."
"Mm, I'm done washing," Lu Wuming nodded, twirling his long black hair around his fingers. He continued, "Shizun, you didn't help Wuming dry his hair today. It's so uncomfortable being wet."
As he said this, Lu Wuming's tone was filled with grievance.
Liu Buli secretly glanced at him and pouted, "Didn't you learn to dry your hair with spiritual energy? You tried a few times before and succeeded. Why do you still want me to dry it for you?"
Lu Wuming sighed, "Because Shizun's drying is comfortable. If Shizun wants me to dry it myself, does that mean you don't want to touch me anymore? Is it because Wuming is dirty, so..."
Before he could finish, Liu Buli had already obediently gotten up and started drying Lu Wuming's hair.
His slender fingers brushed through the pure black hair. Liu Buli frowned and said, "Wuming, I don't know if it's my imagination, but why do I always feel like you're faking it on purpose?"
Lu Wuming looked up into Liu Buli's eyes.
In the flickering candlelight, Liu Buli suddenly felt as if he couldn't quite understand what Lu Wuming was thinking.
He opened his mouth, and before he could say anything, he saw Lu Wuming curve his lips and flash him a bright smile.
Lu Wuming said, "Shizun, even if I really am faking it, won't you still help me?"