Yan Shen! How could it be Yan Shen? !
In the dark night, the young man's delicate face was extremely white, and even his lips seemed to be transparent, and his clear black eyes were full of panic, fear and despair...
He didn't say a word, but where does the current situation need any words
The thin undershirt has been removed to the waist, there are ambiguous cherry blossom petals on the thin shoulders, the large honey-colored chest is bare, the red part is also stained with bright water stains because of being kissed, and the bottom is even more empty and naked.
Yan Chen clasped his waist with one hand and kissed him without restraint. Instead, he raised his body and sent himself up like a sacrifice, looking forward to the taste and love of the other party.
Too... too slutty.
There is no explanation for this at all. No matter who sees it, they will think that Chu Muyun took the initiative, because this scene does not have the slightest smell of coercion, it is completely in a state of mutual affection and intimacy.
Even more frightening is that this is definitely not the first time, definitely not the first time such a thing has happened.
There was already despair in Chu Mu Yun's eyes, he was not stupid, he quickly realized what was going on.
There has never been Mo Jiushao, always Yan Chen.
It was he who foolishly fell into the trap, mistook Yan Chen for Mo Jiushao, and then...
What made him even more devastated was that he thought that his heart had been answered, but it was not.
Mo Jiushao didn't do anything transgressive to him, he still regarded him as a son, but he... had such an unethical desire for his adoptive father.
The despair of annihilation struck, and Chu Muyun collapsed to the extreme.
Zero: "I think your body can tremble a little more, it's more realistic."
Chu Muyun: "Don't look around, kid, I'm not wearing any clothes."
zero:"… "
Yan Chen also saw Mo Jiushao, being 'grabbed on the bed' like this, he didn't even panic at all, instead he smiled, got up and carefully wrapped Chu Muyun's clothes, and buckled the boy with one hand. After he was in his arms, he turned to look at the arrogant Emperor Zun standing by the door: "Senior brother, I like Xiaoyun, and he likes me too. Let's fulfill us."
His words made Chu Muyun's eyes full of horror. He struggled to leave, but Yan Chen hugged him even tighter. He didn't say anything, but the threat was too obvious.
—Would you like to let Mo Jiushao know that you like your father
—Do you want Mo Jiushao to know that you long to be kissed by your father, to be touched by your father, to be touched by your father…
Chu Muyun didn't dare to move. He leaned against Yan Chen's arms, biting his lower lip, his eyes were red, but he didn't dare to look up and didn't look at Xiang Mo Jiushao.
Mo Jiushao stood there calmly from the beginning to the end, with no expression on his delicate facial features. He looked at Chu Muyun with his head bowed, and after a while, he said softly, "Xiaoyun, look at me."
Chu Muyun didn't have the courage to look at him.
Mo Jiushao sighed lightly: "It's my father who is wrong, he didn't notice your thoughts, but you are still too young, so don't be in a hurry with these things? You are just on impulse, later..."
Hearing his favorite voice say such words, Chu Muyun's complexion became paler, his eyelashes trembled, and his voice was filled with despair: "Father, if I really like Uncle Yan Chen, will you help us?"
Mo Jiushao's thin lips pursed slightly, and after his eyes flashed lightly, he slowly asked, "Do you want to leave Qianluan Peak?"
Chu Muyun raised his head abruptly, a thick haze spread in his clear eyes, he looked at Mo Jiushao, and his words were almost self-abuse: "So... father will let me leave, right?"
Mo Jiushao looked at him, pain flashed in his light gray eyes, but he still opened his mouth, and the beautiful lips spit out cruel words enough to destroy this young man: "I didn't imprison you, as long as you want, feel free to Can… "
"Enough!" Chu Muyun suddenly screamed, interrupting his unfinished words.
Yan Chen, who was watching from the side, was greatly satisfied. Seeing the collapse of the boy in his arms, the desire for destruction in his heart was completely filled. The pleasure made him want to take this little guy away and put him on the bed. Love it well.
It's a pity... it hasn't come to the fire yet.
Yan Shen's lips were slightly raised, but his eyes were full of deep affection. He looked at Chu Muyun and said softly: "Don't argue with senior brother, he is right, you are still young, and now I will take you away, I'm afraid I'll hurt you, but it doesn't matter, when you grow up, I'll pick you up?" He pressed his forehead and said affectionately, "I like you, Xiaoyun."
Chu Muyun looked at him, his eyes were full of anger and bitter hatred, but he couldn't say anything, because everything seemed to be what he asked for, and he was 'willing', he couldn't say anything. Mo Jiushao expressed his thoughts, because Mo Jiushao had never thought of him like this before, he said that he was just humiliating himself and only making everything worse.
However, Yan Shen...
It's this man who ruined everything!
Yan Chen looked at the hatred in his eyes, but the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, he knew that Chu Muyun did not dare to resist him, so he leaned forward and kissed his lips: "Good, I will come to pick you up. ."
Chu Muyun's body was trembling with anger, but such an appearance could also be misunderstood as being heartbroken because he was about to be separated from his lover...
Chu Muyun: "I don't think I should write a book."
Zero: "I also think that if you go to the entertainment industry, it is estimated that you will be soft on the little golden man."
Chu Muyun was in a good mood: "00, your mouth is so sweet."
zero:"… "
The 'jealousy' was gone, but before the play ended, Chu Muyun, the little white flower that was gradually blackening, had to continue the performance.
The gorgeous sleeping hall was so empty at this moment that it was like a lonely barren tomb.
Chu Muyun and Mo Jiushao stood opposite each other, neither of them took the initiative to speak.
The cool night wind blew in from the half-opened window, lifted the misty veil, and let the moonlight shine in through the gap, stretching the figures of the two and staggering them together, as if they were facing each other. Stand together.
How ironic.
Chu Muyun looked at the intersecting shadows, only to find it extremely dazzling.
He finally couldn't bear it any longer, and said softly, "Father, I want to rest."
Only then did Mo Jiushao return to his senses. His expression remained unchanged, but his gaze towards Chu Muyun was full of worry: "Xiaoyun..."
"Father, if you have anything to say, let's talk about it tomorrow!" Chu Muyun gave the order to evict the guests in a stiff voice.
Mo Jiushao restrained the look in his eyes, suppressed his disappointment and said, "Okay, let's rest early."
After the 'arrogant' left, Chu Muyun relaxed his body and sighed softly with his cheeks on his back, "Mo Jiushao is really good at playing with people's hearts."
Zero answered honestly: "I don't understand."
Chu Muyun brushed his long hair aside at will, leaned lazily on the bed, and said with great interest, "Love, how can you be deeply rooted in people's hearts without going through ups and downs? Especially a young boy of fifteen or sixteen. "
Zero listened in a fog, but he still didn't understand, but he didn't plan to figure it out, anyway, the host would understand.
the next day.
There was a layer of film between Chu Muyun and Mo Jiushao, and the familiarity and intimacy they used to be no longer there.
From this day on, Chu Muyun avoided Mo Jiushao everywhere. Mo Jiushao had the intention to talk to him, but every time Chu Muyun had an excuse to avoid him.
He no longer clings to Mo Jiushao, no longer thinks about his father, he practiced the sword like he was numbing himself, like crazy. That appearance seems to be deliberately exhausting himself to the extreme: only in this way can he not think about anything, not think about anything, and the pain that pierces his bones can be suppressed; only when he is exhausted can he stop thinking about Mo Jiushao, no To think about this innocent unrequited love, don't let yourself cross the line and do irreversible things.
And the fact is...
Zero: "You work hard."
Chu Muyun: "I feel a little bit like studying for the college entrance examination back then."
zero:"… "
Chu Muyun said earnestly, "The experience of the top scholar in science tells you that you won't get grades if you don't work hard."
Unexpectedly, Zero asked, "You also lost your love at that time,?"
Chu Muyun was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "00, do you think that day will come for me?"
Zero paused for a moment, and said nothing.
Chu Muyun didn't take it seriously. He was addicted to practicing swordsmanship. That's his personality. Whatever he does, as long as he does it, he will do it to the extreme.
Learning has always been the number one, and every job is outstanding, and the speed of promotion has surprised everyone. Even if I write a book on a whim, it has occupied all the top spots from beginning to end, and it is easy to reach the top.
It seems that he has never really tasted failure.
But what's the point of this kind of life...
***
This kind of life lasted for nearly two months, and it was finally broken.
In fact, on Qianluan Peak, no matter how much Chu Muyun hides, he can't avoid Mo Jiushao.
It's just that Mo Jiushao knew that he didn't want to see him, so he gave him a chance to 'dodge'.
After two months, they have both calmed down and thought about what they should think about. It's time to talk about it.
Chu Muyun just fell asleep, the door opened, and the unique refreshing breath lingered, Chu Muyun's face did not change, but he couldn't help but look forward to it.
He hadn't seen Mo Jiushao for a long time. In order to act, he was forced to hide from such a beauty all day long, and Chu Muyun was actually very heartbroken.
Mo Jiushao didn't deliberately hide his aura, so Chu Muyun would definitely notice it.
When he came to the window, Chu Muyun opened his eyes almost quickly, and sat up in a hurry, his face paled in the moonlight, his eyes dodged, his voice was extremely stiff: "Father... It's so late, what's the matter? ?"
Mo Jiushao sat down on the outside of the bed, and there was a trace of exhaustion and heart-pounding worry between his delicate eyebrows: "Xiaoyun, I brought you back three years ago. You grow up healthy... but, I'm not good enough."
Chu Muyun pursed his lips tightly, and the expression on his face revealed the pain of colic in his heart.
Mo Jiushao looked at him distressed, seemed to hesitate for a long time, then sighed softly and said slowly: "You don't need to torture yourself like this, and you don't need to avoid me like this, since you like Yan Chen, then let him go. Well, I... won't stop you."
Chu Muyun suddenly widened his eyes.
Mo Jiushao looked at him, a hint of unspeakable pain flashed in his light gray eyes, he kept his face calm, and continued: "Don't worry, this place will always be your home, as long as you come back, I… "
He paused, as if he was too reluctant to speak.
Chu Muyun: "00, I'm tempted."
Zero: "...he's acting."
Chu Muyun: "Yeah, this acting has stimulated me."
zero:"… "
Chu Muyun sighed softly, "I really want to torture him to cry."