Liu Buli hadn't expected such a question. He blinked, scratched his head awkwardly, and said hesitantly, "Wuming, it's not like Master lied, is it? I did get a few scratches, but they were dealt with quickly. Look at me now, clean and without a trace."
Lu Wuming listened, then reached out and touched Liu Buli's palm again. His fingers traced the smooth skin, slowly mapping the lines on Liu Buli's palm.
After a long while of this, he still shook his head firmly and said calmly, "Wuming can also recover quickly, but Master would never let me get hurt. If Master's recovery means it's as if he wasn't injured, then if Wuming were to chop off his own hand now, and it healed perfectly, would that also mean nothing happened?"
Liu Buli was startled by his words and immediately shook his head. "Wuming, how can you think like that? Even if it can recover, it still hurts when you're injured! This time, Master admits his mistake, I was the one who broke my word. So Wuming, you must be obedient and not do anything to hurt yourself, okay?"
Lu Wuming didn't answer.
He simply looked quietly into Liu Buli's eyes.
The light in his gaze was deep, and he knew Liu Buli understood what he meant.
They remained in silent contemplation for a while, and Liu Buli finally relented. He sighed and responded pitifully, "Alright, I admit it was my fault this time. If Wuming did something wrong, Master could punish Wuming. Now that Master has done something wrong, Wuming can punish Master too, alright?"
Hearing this, Lu Wuming was finally satisfied.
Liu Buli coaxed, "So how does Wuming want to punish me?"
Lu Wuming lowered his head in thought.
How to punish him? Honestly, he hadn't figured that out yet.
If it were like what Master demanded of him, having Liu Buli give him a massage, that wouldn't count as a real punishment at all.
Because even if he didn't ask, Liu Buli would always help him massage his body after his daily training. Such a routine matter couldn't possibly be called a punishment.
Washing his back and kissing him were the same. As long as he wanted it, Liu Buli wouldn't refuse.
So what should it be?
Lu Wuming pondered for a long time, and then a clear answer suddenly flashed in his mind. When he looked up into Liu Buli's eyes again, there was an undisguised hint of amusement in Lu Wuming's gaze. He said, "I want Master to help me."
"Help you?" Liu Buli was a little confused. "With what?"
Lu Wuming didn't answer. He simply lowered his head to look at his lower abdomen. Perhaps due to his imagination, his body had already involuntarily responded.
Liu Buli followed his gaze, and his face immediately turned red.
Except for the very first time, he truly hadn't helped Lu Wuming with this matter again, just as he had said. While Lu Wuming was thinking, he himself had also thought a lot. But no matter how much he thought, he never expected Lu Wuming to ask for this.
The blush on his face deepened, and Liu Buli hastily waved his hands. He said, "Wuming, this is not allowed. I already said that this..."
"Only someone who loves can do it," Lu Wuming finished his unspoken words for him and then calmly added, "So this is a punishment, isn't it?"
Liu Buli was speechless for a moment.
At that instant, he began to doubt if there was something wrong with his methods of education.
After staring into Lu Wuming's eyes for another moment, Liu Buli finally sighed. He said, "Then... just once. Even if Wuming wants to punish me, it can't be too much..."
"Okay," Lu Wuming smiled and agreed. Then he took Liu Buli's hand and together they went to the bedside and sat down.
Lu Wuming had always been very clear about his feelings; he liked Liu Buli very much.
He liked Liu Buli's appearance, his soul, everything about him, and his hands...
He had originally thought he would rely on the memory of that first time for a long, long time. But he never expected the second time would come so soon.
To be honest, Liu Buli's skill wasn't particularly good.
But because it was Liu Buli, Lu Wuming found himself even less able to control himself than he had imagined.
Looking at the person so close to him, the little person in Lu Wuming's heart was screaming wildly. With the stone in his hand, he carved Liu Buli's name all over Lu Wuming's heart.
Liu Buli, Liu Buli...
He really liked him so much.
When it was all over, Liu Buli sat on the bed and looked at the youth beside him. He shook his head and said, "Wuming, you were too fast. In novels, one session takes almost half an hour. You'll have to train more in the future."
Lu Wuming's gaze darkened slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "Will Master help me train then?"
"Of course not, you train yourself," Liu Buli pouted. "I already said this was a punishment for my mistake. Can Master make a mistake once and then make it every time? I won't give you the chance to punish me again, don't worry."
Liu Buli snorted and got up to wash his hands.
Lu Wuming tidied himself up and followed behind Liu Buli. In the courtyard, watching him bend over to wash his hands, Lu Wuming leaned against the doorframe and continued to ask, "Does Master like it to last a long time?"
Liu Buli's old face flushed, and his speech immediately became hesitant.
After stammering for a while, he honestly nodded and softly replied, "I actually don't know. I've never tried. I just read in novels that it's very impressive, and I was a little curious."
Lu Wuming said "Oh."
The little person in his heart diligently made another note.
It must last a very long time.
When Liu Buli finished washing his hands and turned back to look at Lu Wuming, he once again wore the same smile as before. He said, "But speaking of which, now that this matter is resolved, no one should be bothering us anymore. Wuming can focus on cultivating and growing during this time."
Lu Wuming nodded.
He thought the same thing.
But after a pause, he suddenly thought of something and looked up at Liu Buli. "Master, the confession read by the Fifth Elder today said I have divine blood. Do I... really have such blood?"