Mo Ran was drinking pear blossom white at that time, and suddenly felt that something touched his leg. He subconsciously wanted to let it go, but before he had time to move, the feeling of touch was more obvious, almost sticking to him.
He was stunned for a moment, not understanding what happened. Until the teacher sat up straight again, he looked at the face of the peerless elegance with a thin red, pursed his lips and lowered his eyebrows as if he was worried, and the ink burned and reacted suddenly -
Was that just now...
"Cough cough cough!!" Mo Ran choked instantly.
In his heart, the teacher has always been like the white snow in the spring, the willow shoots and the new moon, which can only be viewed from a distance and cannot be played with. Although I love him very much, I wish I could die for him, but I seldom do anything related to the teacher's love, let alone put it into practice.
But such a pure and flawless person, was it just... touching him
This idea really shocked the ink. Because it was too intimidating, he shook his head like a rattle. Chu nightning saw it and frowned: "What happened to you?"
"Nothing!"
Or touch him in front of the master! … how is this possible? !
This, this is not like what the teacher will do...
The face of the burning ink is more complicated, not so much a surprise, but rather a shock.
He slowed down for a long time, and heard the teacher shouting in a warm voice: "The chopsticks are dirty, Xiao Er, please trouble you to change a pair."
The second came and went again. Mo Ran turned his head with pity, facing the teacher's clear face, the man's eyes were still calm, his expression was gentle, it seemed that the crimson and shyness that Mo Ran had just seen were all illusions. Feeling that someone was looking at himself, the teacher raised the peach blossom eyes a few inches, with a faint smile, and fell on the ink burning.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing."
The teacher said: "The chopsticks are not in the place, just at your feet."
"Oh..." Mo Ran sighed in relief, and his heart eased. Sure enough, I thought too much. He was about to say a few more words to the teacher to ease the atmosphere, but he saw that the teacher had turned his face away and got up to get a spoon to scoop the soup.
The ink burned for the idea of just now and felt guilty, and said: "I will help you scoop."
"No need, I'll just do it myself."
As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and calmly filled himself with Sanxian soup.
The soup was released by ink. It was placed close to Chu Wanning and far away from the teacher. I didn't feel much when I was sitting, but now he stood up and scooped the soup. Arms can reach the soup from the other side of the table.
One spoon, two spoons, take it slow.
Ink burning: "..."
The teacher met his uneasy eyes, did not speak, just smiled slightly, and continued to take care of himself scooping soup.
Mo Ran felt a little embarrassed. When the teacher finished scooping, he asked Chu nightning if he wanted it. Chu nightning said no, he adjusted the soup to the middle position, not too close to anyone, not too far away, just now good location.
His mentor and his favorite people.
There should be no bias.
During the banquet, the teacher suddenly said: "A burning, you are really sensible now, and you are no longer the apprentice who would make the master angry. So there is something, the three of us are here today, I want to tell you. Once again, say sorry to Master again."
The ink burned to see what he said solemnly, and could not help but concentrate: "What's the matter?"
"Do you remember the first time I made a hand to send it to you?" The teacher said, "I didn't make that bowl of hand to hand, and I never made noodles, that's..."
The ink burned and smiled: "I thought it was something. It turned out to be this, I already knew it."
"Ah, you already...?" The teacher was slightly stunned, opened a pair of beautiful eyes, and turned to look at Chu Wanning, who was drinking a good wine, "Is the teacher telling you?"
"No, I saw it before going to the ghost world." Mo Ran was about to say in detail, suddenly Chu nightning put down the wine cup, coughed lightly, glanced at him, and his expression was very awe-inspiring.
Mo Ran knew that he was thin-skinned, and naturally he was unwilling to let others know his softness, so he said to the teacher: "In short, as early as five years ago, I already understood the cause and effect, and it was too long to say. "
The teacher nodded: "That's good." He said to Chu nightning, "Master, you didn't want to give the hand to A Ran by yourself, and let me send it to him. I didn't think it was a big deal. But Later, I saw that the misunderstanding between you was getting deeper and deeper, and I felt very sorry in my heart. I wanted to find a time to explain it to Ah Ran myself, but the words couldn't come out of my mouth... In fact, I was also a little selfish at that time, and I was dying. In addition to the young master, A Ran is also a close friend, I am afraid that he will be a little unhappy when he finds out, so... "
"It's okay, I didn't let you say it originally. What's your fault?"
"But I feel sorry for myself, and feel that I have robbed the master of the master's heart. Master, I can't help you." Said the teacher lowered his eyes, and asked for a while, "A burning, I can't help you."
Mo Ran has never blamed the teacher for this. Although he was kind to the teacher at first, the yin and yang differences were caused by a copy of Chu's late night, but the warmth of the teacher was true, and this matter was only According to Chu nightning's entrustment to do it, there is no intention to take advantage of it at all.
The ink burned and said: "No, no, you don't care about this. It's been a long time..."
He looked at the teacher under the lights. This face was something he had never seen in his previous life, because in the previous life, the teacher had already died at this time. pain.
He didn't even have a chance to know, ah, it turns out that the teacher will look like this when he is twenty-four years old.
With a tall body, a face as white as jade, and a pair of peach blossom eyes, she looks so gentle, I am afraid that it will be soft when angry.
His clenched, crumpled heart slowly loosened, he sighed secretly, suddenly felt very happy, his heart was warm and at ease.
Although I always feel that compared to the 19-year-old teacher, the 24-year-old is a little strange, not as familiar and intimate as it used to be, perhaps because of this strangeness, I even gave birth to "The teacher will take the initiative. The idea of "touching his calf" is ridiculous, but Mo Ran feels that after a while, he will slowly get used to it... As for the relationship, I don't want to force it anymore, just let it be.
He has been wandering around for five years, and his traces are hard to find. Among them, there have been several dangers, and I don't know if it was deliberately done by fake Gouchen, but in a word, the black hand behind the scenes has not been extended, and he has not been caught. Mo Ran felt that the future would not be peaceful, and he could not take it lightly.
The two people beside him, even if he didn't want to throw his own life away, he would protect them for the rest of their lives.
Mo Ran put down the demon for the time being, but he didn't know that the demon was never idle, let him go, but turned to another person.
Maybe it was because he ate too much at night, Chu nightning soon became a little sleepy after going back. He originally wanted to draw a new mecha blueprint overnight, but he yawned again and again after half the drawing. He held on for a while, but he didn't hold on, and finally blinked his eyes drowsily, without even changing his clothes, he lay on the bed and fell asleep.
I slept in a daze, dreaming a lot of messy things.
First, the "Size Ranking of Heroes in the Cultivation World", and then the powerful and strong body that he saw in the Wonderful Sound Pool.
In the dim candlelight, Chu Wanning frowned slightly, as if he wanted to get rid of such a shameless dream, but he couldn't help himself, and gradually fell deeper...
Then, he had the dream that he had had before.
The changed top of life and death, the hall of alchemy where things are different from human beings.
The fully mature Mo Weiyu squeezed his chin, his eyes were vicious and mocking, and he spoke filthy words to him.
He said: "You ask me to do it once, and I will agree to your terms."
This Mo Weiyu is not the same as the Mo Ran he has seen, his look is too crazy, his handsome face is also very pale, and his skin is not the wheat color he has seen.
"You kneel down... lick me well..."
The messy sentences came intermittently from the depths of the nightmare, and there seemed to be something in the brain that was about to shatter, about to break free from the shackles, and slaughtered towards Chu Wanning.
He shuddered, but was inexplicably excited and tormented.
In his dream, he saw the ink burning approaching him, tearing his clothes, and the sound of shattering clothes was never so clear. Then, the dream suddenly turned black, as if sinking into the mud.
Like countless times before, this dream ended here again.
If it was before, after the dream ended, he would fall asleep peacefully without disturbing him all night. But today, for some unknown reason, after this dream ended, a faint light slowly lit up in front of my eyes.
Chu nightning wants to see the things in front of him clearly, but the new dream is very vague, like a layer of water vapor. He couldn't see his surroundings clearly, only the vagueness was a large scarlet.
He couldn't see clearly, but his sense of smell and touch became clearer and even more sensitive as the dream unfolded. He suddenly felt a burst of unspeakable love and heat. He saw a strong body shaking in front of him, pressing on him. Chu nightning was surprised and instinctively wanted to struggle, but the body didn't seem to be him. , but belongs to the self in the dream.
He felt himself trembling, he could hear the man's heavy breathing, the hot air sprayed against his ear, and his lips touched his earrings from time to time, but he just didn't kiss him, didn't go in.
He turned his head to the side, and under him was a large soft bed, which squeaked and swayed with the movements of the two of them. He could even smell the wild stench of the fur of a beast, and the bed seemed to be covered with animal skins. He wanted to reach out and grab the mattress in the ups and downs, but he didn't have the strength.
The man was so fierce and hard, as if he was about to tear his body apart, and he heard the moan overflowing from his throat, hoarse and muddy.
He shook his head desperately and tried to break free, but the man's strength was so strong that it seemed that he could shatter his body and break his bones in his palm. Chu nightning felt that the scalp was numb, and the whole body was shaking violently uncontrollably...
Maybe this dream was too real and too tired. The next day, Chu Wanning didn't wake up until noon. After waking up, he lay in bed and couldn't recover for a long time. When he tilted his head, he seemed to be able to smell the smell of animal skins in the dream, with a wild sweetness.
But in the blink of an eye, he was still lying on the cold and dark red sandalwood bed in the red lotus pavilion, everything was fine, and there was no abnormality.
only…
Chu nightning froze, slowly lowered his eyes, and looked down at himself.
"… "
Due to his mentality, he has been pure in heart and few desires for many years, and has rarely had a physical reaction to Elder Yuheng, and found himself shamelessly...
Could it be that all these years of cleaning have been repaired in the dog's stomach? !
And those dreams from yesterday—what were those? How could he dream of such a messy scene! How could... how could this be
Is it really just because I saw an ink-burning body in the wonderful sound pool, and accidentally read that "admirable" dirty book
Chu nightning's face was black, his face was buried in the palm of his hand, he rubbed it hard, and then lifted it up, it was still black.
…
What happened to yourself
He pursed his lips, and wanted to go to the cold spring lotus pond to soak his body and reduce the dry fire in his heart. However, before the toes touched the ground, they sensed that the barrier of the red lotus water pavilion fluctuated.
Someone came in.
Chu nightning immediately changed color, and suddenly pulled the quilt to cover his lower body. The man was walking fast. It was estimated that this was done lightly. He heard the door "Dudu" rang twice.
"Master, are you up?"
It had the same voice as the man in the dream. It's just that the voice in the dream is more low and moist, soaked in infinite love and eagerness.
The voice outside the door was peaceful and respectful, even with a bit of anxiety. It is estimated that Chu nightning has not woken up so late in the day, and is a little anxious.
Chu nightning is leaning on the bed, holding the quilt, listening to such a voice, the walls of dreams and reality seem to be defeated, the lingering sorrow and fierce impact in the dream are all lit up in the voice of the person outside. , so the tide of love is surging, and it is more difficult to calm down.
He was about to lie down and pretend to sleep, when he heard the ink burning outside and said: "Master, are you in the room? If possible, I will come in."
I'm in...
Obviously, it is an ordinary and simple sentence, but it makes Chu nightning suddenly think of the man in the dream lying on him, his lips opening and closing, and the masculine heat of the male almost burns him.
The man gasped and said, "Relax, I'm coming in."
Chu nightning's face flushed red, and the whole person sat on the bed in a daze, his clothes were messy, his heart was on fire, and his eyes seemed to be ruthless and unwilling, but the ruthlessness and unwillingness were like the gravel on the side of the shoal, which can be fashionable in the cold winter. It is cold and rugged, and the people who pierce it dare not face it, but if the spring water begins to dissolve and the tide is turbulent, these fangs and sharp mouths will be submerged in the soft and shimmering waves, and there is no evil.
Rarely has he been so embarrassed, and almost never has such a strong desire.
He stayed where he was, until the ink burned the door and came in, he reacted suddenly, and it was too late to pretend to be asleep.
So as soon as the ink burned in the door, what I saw was Chu nightning sitting on the bed, with dark ink hair spread all over, which made the face in the sun shine like an ice lake, and the man's eyebrows and eyes were very sharp, raising When his eyes stared at him, it was as if a frost blade had just opened, and a few inches of cold light flowed from the scabbard.
However, the end of his eyes are thin red, so the cold light is dyed with charm and humiliation, as if someone had just tortured him and did something indescribable to him, with stubbornness and moist water in his eyes .
The ink burned and looked at him silently. This man was like a tender pistil born in a thorn bush, which made him suddenly slow down his breathing. He only felt that a boulder fell into his chest, setting off an overwhelming wave...