He truly felt the pain, contradiction and tearing of love.

However, Yan Fanglin pushed him away at this moment and jumped down on the bed with bare feet.

He opened the door and ran out. As soon as he went out, he saw Yu Qingchi standing in the courtyard. The lantern under the phoenix tree in the distance illuminated him, dressed in black, lonely and thin.

Yu Qingchi turned around and looked over. Yan Fanglin stopped in the corridor and gasped twice. The night wind blew slowly. He stopped and looked back into the room. The room was dark, as if it could suck him in.

He then walked to Yu Qingchi and stopped, feeling a little calmer.

"Uncle Master." Yu Qingchi looked slightly surprised.

Yan Fanglin said "hmm" but said nothing more.

Yu Qingchi looked towards the open door. It was dark inside, the lights had been extinguished long ago, but his master had not come out yet.

He smelled the strong fragrance of sandalwood on Yan Fanglin's body, which was the fragrance that his master only had. This fragrance was originally soothing, but at this moment it was hot and burning, burning his heart.

"Why...you came out?" he asked.

Yan Fanglin said: "Come out and get some air."

When the wind blew, the fragrance of phoenix flowers came to his face, covering up other fragrances. The heat on Yan Fanglin's body dissipated, and he raised his head, frowning slightly.

He can't hold on to this plot development.

"Why are you here instead of going to bed?" Yan Fanglin asked.

Yuqingchi is slightly wet.

How should he answer him? He said that when he saw Yan Fanglin sleeping with Taoist Chaoshan, he felt sour and impatient. What was he afraid of?

"Get some air," he said.
Chapter completed!