Liu Buli did not answer.
Or rather, Lu Wuming did not give him a chance to answer. He kept biting Liu Buli's lips, forcing the latter to respond to his passion with difficulty, unable to even speak.
However, in a way, Lu Wuming was not lying.
He truly couldn't control himself, and he had indeed lost his usual gentleness.
Liu Buli could clearly feel the demonic energy surging out of him. His beautiful eyes were filled with a blinding crimson, which was terrifying to behold.
Lu Wuming's reason was completely gone. To prevent others in the Dan Sect from sensing this overwhelming demonic energy, Liu Buli, while responding to his little madman, also cast a barrier to enclose his courtyard, containing all the aura within.
This was clearly done for Lu Wuming's sake, yet when Lu Wuming saw his action, he grabbed his hand and pressed it back against the doorframe. The force was so great that Liu Buli felt a sharp pain in his wrist.
He opened his mouth, intending to explain, but Lu Wuming's lips once again pressed against his.
After kissing him until he was dizzy and breathless, Lu Wuming finally pulled back slightly. As he released him, he added, "Master, when you are with me, you must be focused. Otherwise, I fear I will lose control even more if I get angry."
Liu Buli felt so wronged that he wanted to curse!
What did he mean he wasn't focused? He was clearly trying his best to clean up after this foolish disciple. Not only was he blaming him, but his biting had made his lips so sore that they felt raw!
The more Liu Buli thought about it, the more wronged he felt. Coupled with his inability to breathe, a thin mist of tears welled up in his eyes.
He glared at Lu Wuming, wanting to say something, but his expression only made the other man more excited. His eyes lit up, and he chuckled lowly, "Master, with that expression, are you inviting me?"
Liu Buli: ...
He finally understood. All his reactions now were seen as an invitation by Lu Wuming.
He simply gave up all resistance, allowing the other man to gnaw at him incessantly, tearing through his newly changed clothes in the process.
Liu Buli still felt a pang of heartache. He reminded him, "Wuming, this fabric is very expensive. One bolt costs..."
The rest of his words went unsaid.
Because Lu Wuming, who had been pecking at him, looked up at him. The madness in his gaze so terrified Liu Buli that he immediately shut his mouth.
He worried that if he didn't shut up, he would likely be torn to shreds along with the clothes.
His obedience greatly pleased Lu Wuming. After his fill of kissing, he carried Liu Buli back to their room.
Master was easily embarrassed. If they were to be intimate outside, Liu Buli would surely be unhappy.
Even in his state of lost reason, he still cared about such things.
Once they were back in the room, Liu Buli obediently extended his hand. He had intended to resolve the issue as before, but to his surprise, Lu Wuming grabbed his wrist and tied him to the head of the bed with his belt.
The knot was expertly tied, as if practiced many times. Not only was the technique swift, but when he was done, Liu Buli struggled, only to find the ropes tightening even more.
He immediately panicked and asked nervously, "Wuming, what are you doing? You..."
"Shh—" Lu Wuming interrupted Liu Buli with a smile, the light in his eyes growing more frenzied. He leaned down and kissed Liu Buli's lips, saying, "Master, you don't need to use your hands today. Wuming has read so many books, he has learned quite a lot. If I don't try all these things, Wuming himself would feel bad. Don't worry, Master, it won't hurt you."