There is no outsider stimulation, after all, there is no one else.
When the mental obsession reaches a ceiling, the body responds accordingly.
The young man's mind gradually changed in the day-to-day interaction. If there is any ambiguity, there is only mutual attachment, and he wants to get more excitement and tension...
Sweet and tortured, after stretching to a limit, waking up in the middle of the night, the teenager was captured by the charm in his dream, and he was out of control.
Looking at it from the perspective of a third party, Chu Muyun can almost guess from the beginning to the end, and there is no suspense.
The young Mo Jiushao was probably the first child he had raised.
He raised him very well, he was born with restraint and handsomeness, and his knowledge of conversation and speech was extraordinary.
Chu Muyun liked him without a doubt, maybe in love.
But what happened next made Chu Muyun, who was watching coldly, frown slightly.
- Logical, but unreasonable.
Mo Jiushao asked Chu Muyun for love and expressed his desire, Chu Muyun actually agreed - he really doted on him to the extreme, and even nodded in agreement with such a thing.
It was so easy to get his sweetheart, but Mo Jiushao failed to put out the burning fire in his heart. Instead, the burning became more and more intense, and his explicit infatuation became more and more impossible to hide.
He was obsessed with him, coveted everything he had, his body, his whole being, even a strand of his hair, he loved to the extreme.
If this is forever, if this is forever, then it is really good.
It was a sweet and hot day, and it was a warm and beautiful life that both of them were immersed in.
And everything came to an abrupt end at Mo Jiushao's confession.
He liked him so much that he didn't know how to express this fiery emotion. After possessing, lusting, and venting, there was always an inexplicable sense of emptiness until Mo Jiushao found it.
He was full of sincerity, like a devout believer, and he was talking about his deep affection that was about to overflow: "I love you... I love you... I love you..."
No amount of words was enough to express the agitation in his heart, he kissed him, gave him happiness, and then put it in his ear, and said the most straightforward and explicit desire: "I only want you, as long as you, As long as you are there, nothing else matters."
This sweet, tingling love story instantly awakened Chu Muyun.
He was obviously startled, and then the whole person slowly cooled down.
The first thing was 'following logic'. Chu Muyun, who looked at this memory, knew very well that he and Mo Jiushao would come this far, but the latter was 'unreasonable'.
The two, who were supposed to be together forever, turned into a mess because of Chu Muyun's sudden indifference.
He gave Mo Jiushao everything, but pushed him into the abyss.
He nourished Mo Jiushao's pride, but cruelly stripped it away.
He gave him the best 'love', but abandoned him for no reason.
Such an approach is simply too much, and no one can accept it.
Mo Jiushao didn't understand, didn't understand, everything was fine, from the beginning to now, he even fantasized about it being forever, but when he woke up, the world was turned upside down.
Chu Muyun seemed to be a different person, cold, indifferent, rigid, and even cruel.
He didn't allow him to love him after he fell in love with him.
He doesn't allow him to want after he wants him.
He only wanted to stay with him forever, but he told him: No, you can't.
Why? Mo Jiushao kept asking, and put down his dignity to ask, but he couldn't get an answer.
Because he... I just want him to be excellent and learn all this, but I don't want to give him love.
In that case, why give him a dream
Mo Jiushao became taciturn after being angry, questioning, and begging. He can only accept everything, he gives him honey, he eats it happily, the honey is mixed with poison, and he can only bear it.
Because from the beginning, he has only him, everything is given by him, he wants to make him happy, he is happy like a fool; if he wants to despair, he can only cry like a coward.
From beginning to end, he is in charge of all this, he no longer gives to him, if he takes it back, then he can only be left behind.
Mo Jiushao finally accepted, but slowly, he discovered the 'truth'.
It was never because of him that he was good to him, and it was never because of him that he gave everything to him.
When all the false sweetness fades, the real cruelty that emerges makes the eyes dim.
He is looking at others through him, he is trying to teach him to be another person after a mold.
It's not that he doesn't love, is it because he's not the one he loves
Mo Jiushao's quiet heart became paranoid and crazy because of this realization.
The god in my heart has become so disgusting, but the strong love in my heart has not diminished in the slightest.
That being the case... he's going to blaspheme!
After Chu Muyun regained his senses, his brows were furrowed.
It was already quite certain that this was not a dream, but a real memory.
After all, he wasn't 'asleep' this time.
But has Mo Jiushao seen so much in Shengmen? Should be impossible.
Chu Muyun was fascinated, but heard Mo Jiushao suddenly say, "I saw Master's face in the gate of life."
As he said that, he looked at Chu Muyun.
Yan Chen's heart trembled slightly, and he followed.
Chu Muyun looked at them, expressionless.
Mo Jiushao smiled softly: "Master... looks exactly the same as A Yun."
Yan Chen's pupils shrank sharply.
But Chu Muyun thought in his heart: No, he is not their master.
Yan Shen sternly said, "What the hell are you talking about?" He questioned Mo Jiushao.
Mo Jiushao suddenly curled his lips and said with a smile: "You might as well open the door to life again, maybe you will also see 'Master'." He deliberately emphasized the last two words.
Suddenly, the thought that flashed through Chu Muyun's mind a long time ago became completely clear.
Shengmen, Beast God, Soul Sculpting Grass.
Yan Shen him...
Chu Muyun's whole body was enveloped in chills.
Between the electric light and flint, the sound of gold and stone colliding with the earthquake woke everyone up.
Chu Muyun suddenly turned his head to look, but his heart was shaking violently.
The fighting situation came to an end so quickly.
Ling Xuan's scarlet spear pierced straight into Shisha's chest. Shisha's face was pale, and his long hair flew backwards, but his lips were bright red, which was... the color of blood stained red.
"Ling Xuan!" Chu Muyun said sharply.
Ling Xuan raised his lips and smiled: "If you lose, you should die. This is the battle."
As he said that, he violently pulled out the weapon that penetrated the chest of the sinking hookah!
In an instant, thick blood gushed out, thick and hot, and the hot person's eyes were sore.