Lord Sword Master: There Is a Little Tail on the Corner of the Sleeve

On the day of apprenticeship, she poked him. He lowered his head and looked at the place where he was poked, and was stunned - for three thousand years, no one could touch him, and no one dared to poke him. She is his only disciple and the weak spot that he dare not touch. When she finally plucked up the courage to give him the Tongxin Plum Sword and Spike, he was seriously injured and fell asleep while protecting her. In the past three years, she recorded every thought she had in the book - more than 20,000 times, densely packed, all with his name. The night he woke up and saw her eyes red from crying, he awkwardly stretched out his hand to wipe away her tears. "Qingxuan, don't cry. "What's the next step in wiping tears? Holding hands or hugging next? Can you tell me the process first? "