My stunning master lived for three hundred years.
He has an old illness,
Every winter, I take a dip in Lingquan to heal my wounds.
That day, Lingquan Tangchi,
He bumped into me who was peeping outside.
He was wearing a thin middle coat,
Stand up slowly from the spring water.
"Yier?"
Before he finished speaking, his foot slipped——
I rushed forward without saying a word.
Clasp your waist, caress your back, and lean in for a deep kiss.
"Traitor! Don't..."
Chu Jingzhi's rejecting hands,
Soft and hard, hard and soft.
In the end, he held my shirt tightly
…
Afterwards, he went out to travel and avoided me for several years.
Many years later, I became a master of swordsmanship.
Watching him every step of the way.
He lowered his eyes and looked at me,
The ends of his eyes were red and his voice was trembling.
"Yi'er, what happened back then... Did you ever realize that you were wrong?"
Intention: The strictness of the immortal sect and the inferiority of master and disciple are the shackles that trap the two of them. Chu Jingzhi escaped for many years due to etiquette, status, and age difference. Love is irrespective of immortal age, and sincerity is never bound by rules. The story tears apart the decent shell of immortals, explores the contradiction between secular rules and instinctive heartbeats, and admits that there is no right or wrong in preference.
