The fingertips of the ink burned a little trembling, and the heartbeat was unbelievably fast.
The saddest thing about men is that their sexual desires are not controlled by reason. Even if he himself is unwilling, his lower body is still hot and swollen.
He cursed himself in a low voice, adjusted his sitting position so that no one could see it, and then leaned over to give Chu Wanning another bowl of soup.
When the soup bowl was handed over, his fingers rubbed Chu Wanning's. He was shocked, only to feel that the meaning of numbness was like lightning through the spine, and the hand shook, and the soup poured out a little.
Chu nightning frowned and couldn't care so much. He took the soup and drank it, and relieved the spicy pain between his lips and teeth. The ink burned on the side and looked at his lips silently, soaked in bright red because of the spicy, like fresh fruits among the leaves and flowers on the branches.
It's soft, warm, moisturizing...
"Snapped!"
The ink burned and gave himself a slap.
Everyone was stunned and looked at him silently.
The ink burned and suddenly returned to God, all embarrassingly cleared his throat, and said dumbly: "A mosquito stopped on my face."
"Ouch." Suddenly a loud female voice rang out, making a fuss, "Mosquitoes in autumn are the most poisonous, and those who are full of blood and want to spend the winter, can Xianjun bring herbal ointment?"
"Ah?" Mo Ran froze for a moment, looking for the sound. The speaker was a pretty and neat-looking big girl, with black and shiny hair braids, wearing a blue jacket, picturesque eyebrows, pale skin, but bold eyes. As soon as she met the burning eyes, she immediately became more and more sick. Excited.
The ink burned and didn't react for a while, and I just thought, oh, it's the girl who just sang the little song.
He is slow, but the aunt sitting next to the girl is very smart. She is a woman who has given birth to seven children. She is more exquisite than anyone else about the thoughts of the girl's family. I have lived here for a long time, and I will go back when the farming is over, why would I bring herbal ointment? Ling’er, go back and send a jar to Xianjun.”
The girl named Ling'er immediately smiled brightly: "Of course, I will bring it to Xianjun in the evening."
"..." Mo Ran didn't have time to say anything, and the two passionate women decided for him one by one, and Mo Ran couldn't help but be speechless. He turned his head to look at Chu nightning, and saw that Chu nightning was taking out a handkerchief, slowly wiping the soup stains on his hands, with a disgusting expression.
Mo Ran is not good at dealing with women, so he whispered to Chu nightning: "I also poured soup on my hand, and you wiped the handkerchief and I will wipe it."
Chu nightning handed him his handkerchief, which was still the one embroidered with Begonia flowers.
Mo Ran remembers that in Peach Blossom Spring, he used this handkerchief. Chu nightning looks thin and cold, but he is actually a long-term person. Mo Ran has noticed in his last life. The style of this person's clothes and the furnishings in the house, Often, not much has changed in ten or twenty years. I just didn't expect that even this handkerchief was the same.
It's been so long, the embroidered pattern on it has faded, and this old-fashioned person has not discarded it.
The ink burned his hands and looked at the handkerchief carefully, and suddenly found that although the flower was embroidered meticulously, the stitches were not good-looking. When he saw that it was something made by a beginner, he was stunned for a moment.
In my heart, it is estimated that Shizun stabbed himself when he was idle and bored. Thinking of Shizun's serious face poking a small needle and stabbing Begonia, the ink burned and couldn't help but want to laugh...
To look carefully, the handkerchief was taken away by Chu nightning.
The ink burned and said: "What do you do with it, I will help you wash it."
"I can wash myself." Chu nightning said, and picked up the tableware again. Where is the ink burning willing to watch him die again, and he quickly changed a bowl of rice with him and said, "Eat my bowl, I have never touched it."
The village chief's wife also hurriedly said: "If Xianjun can't eat spicy food, don't eat it. It's alright, it's alright."
Chu nightning pursed his lips and lowered his eyes for a while: "I'm sorry." He said that he changed the meal with Mo Ran, and Mo Ran took his bowls and chopsticks, and was about to eat, but he thought that this was what Chu nightning had already eaten. One mouthful, my heart was inexplicably warm and throbbing.
He took a piece of fat and thin pork belly and put it in his mouth, the chopsticks bit his teeth and rubbed his lips...
In the past life, he was debauched and debauched, what did he do with Chu Wanning? But in this life, he has only licked the chopsticks he used, and his lips were pressed against the bowls he used.
It's just like this, the lower body is hard and hot.
No matter how harshly he warned himself, no matter how harshly he made repeated orders to himself, he should not have lustful thoughts toward his pure and honest master, but his heart was not his own. .
He has no hatred for Chu Wanning for a long time. He thought that after stripping off the hatred, his feelings for the master should only be respect and love.
But he seemed to be mistaken. When the black gauze of hatred fell, what was revealed was wet affection, scorching lust... He was floating in the sea of lust, trying to climb ashore on a rational driftwood, but Chu Wan Ning's fleeting gaze and an understatement can drag him back to the abyss of desire.
He felt really crazy.
Chu nightning doesn't like men, so even if the ink burns, he will not touch him or bully him.
So desire burned into a sea of fire in his heart, and became a vast ocean. He was in deep water, and even forgot everything else, only the pure person in front of him slept in his unclean heart.
The rustling autumn wind, and the sound of rice fragrant frogs, he sat beside him. At this moment, Mo Ran suddenly thought absurdly, if they can stay like this for a lifetime, it seems to be very good. He used to feel that he lacked everything, so he was going to grab everything like crazy, but now he feels that he has everything and dare not ask for more.
It takes about half a month for the busy farming season. During this time, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran lived in Yuliang Village.
Although this small village is not rich, it is not difficult to clean up two empty houses, but the environment is a little more difficult. The village chief's wife gritted her teeth and made two thick mattresses, saying that they would be covered with ink, but they were both refused in unison.
Chu nightning said: "It is also warm to spread straw, you can keep it for yourself."
The ink burned and said with a smile: "Anyway, it is a person of immortality, and I can't grab the bedding with you."
The village chief was full of guilt, and said repeatedly: "I'm really sorry, there used to be a lot of mattresses, but when there was trouble last year, there was water in the village, and many things were..."
Chu nightning said: "It's okay."
After a few words of relief, the village chief and his wife finally left tremblingly. The ink burned to help Chu Wanning arrange the bed again, put a thicker straw under the cushion, and tried his best to make the bed softer, like a dog who was busy with a cushioned pillow at home.
Chu nightning leaned against the table, looked at it lightly, and said: "It's almost done, if you go on, I'm afraid I'm not sleeping on the bed, but in the sleeping valley."
Mo Ran was a little embarrassed by what he said, scratching his head and saying: "I rushed a little today, and tomorrow I will go to the nearby market to buy a mattress for the master to come back."
"You went to buy a mattress, do I do all the farm work?" Chu nightning glared at him, "That's it, it's good." He said, walked over and smelled, "There is the fragrance of rice."
The ink burned and said: "No, Master, you are most afraid of the cold, you can't..."
"Winter hasn't come yet." Chu nightning frowned, "whispering, why so many words, go back to your room, I've been tired for a day, my feet are numb, I want to sleep."
The ink burned and left obediently.
Chu night Ning just took off his shoes, scooped some water from the tank at will, washed his feet, and was ready to climb onto his rice bed. I heard the knock on the door, the ink burned away and returned, shouting from outside: "Master, I'm coming in!"
"..." Chu nightning was furious, "Didn't I tell you not to tell me 'I came in' later!"
The ink burned by his anger, and he smiled and took his head to open the door that was hidden. He really didn't have a hand to push the door. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing honey-colored, tight and sexy arms. With a bucket full of water, the water was steaming hot.
The young man's eyes were particularly bright and burning in the mist.
Chu nightning was shocked by his heartbeat, and he didn't know what to say.
The ink burned the heavy bucket to the side of his bed and put it down, his face was bright, and the pear vortex was melting. He said: "Master, let's soak your feet, I've been tired for a day, I'll press it after soaking, and the master will sleep again. ."
"Do not… "
"I know, the master has to say no." Mo Ran said with a smile, "Yes. The first time doing farm work will have a sore back and a sore back. If the master does not rest well, he will not be able to get up tomorrow. Those children in the village, It's time to laugh at you again."
The water in the barrel was warm and hot, even slightly hot, but not unbearable.
Chu nightning's bare feet are immersed in it, the toes are round and delicate, and the ankle bones are extremely smooth and distinct. The skin on his feet is very white, because he has not seen the sun for a long time, it can even be called pale.
When the ink burned, I suddenly felt that Chu nightning's skin was really good, and it was whiter and cleaner than those delicate and crystal clear Sichuan girls.
Thinking about it carefully, even Song Qiutong, the woman who married home in the previous life, does not feel better than Chu Wanning's touch... Bah, what do you think.
So Chu nightning was soaking his feet, and the ink burned sitting at the opposite table reading a book.
The book was brought by him, some boring healing fairy books, the room was very quiet, so quiet that both of them subconsciously slowed down their breathing, not wanting the other to hear. In the room where a bean lamp was lit, only the sound of Chu Wanning's feet shaking the water waves occasionally sounded.
"I've washed it, and it's not sore anymore, you can go back."
The ink burned but insisted that he would never believe in Chu Wanning's "no pain" and "not uncomfortable". He had put down the book and squatted down in front of Chu Wanning's bed, half-kneeled and caught up. Chu nightning wants to retract a foot, and his eyes have some indisputable meaning:
"After pressing the master, I will go back."
"..." Chu nightning wanted to kick him and let him roll back quickly, don't talk to himself in front of him.
But the hand that held him was so strong, a little rough, the calluses on the tiger's mouth and the pulp of his fingers were sticking to his flesh, and his feet became extra sensitive because of the hot water, he felt a little itchy for a while and wanted to laugh , So all the energy was spent on Ren Xiao, and I missed the last chance to pick up the majesty and drive away the ink.
The ink burned half-kneeling, and he had put his feet on his knees, lowered his eyes, and pressed it patiently and meticulously.
"Master, isn't it cold in the paddy field?" he asked while pressing.
"fine."
"There are also many dead branches and rotten leaves. Look here, they are all scratched."
"..." Chu nightning looked at the side of his right foot, and sure enough, there was a small hole, "It's just a small injury, I don't feel anything."
The ink burned: "I brought some plaster for bruises, Master, wait a minute, I'll go and apply it to you, the aunt's tune is very easy to use, and the wound can heal in one night." He said and went out. At the door, his hut was face to face with Chu nightning, and there was only a yard in the middle that could be walked by ten steps. He quickly went back and brought a jar of perfume.
"As for being so hypocritical?"
"Where is hypocritical, if it festers, it will be more troublesome, come, Master, give me your feet."
Chu nightning is a little embarrassed. He has lived for so many years, and his feet are a very private place. He is always well-dressed on weekdays. Of course, he will not dangle around with bare feet. This is the flesh and blood that few people have seen. Flesh that no one has touched.
Just because the ignorant is fearless, just now he didn't know what it was like to be pinched by someone, so he squeezed it a few times with ink. When I wanted to extend it to him, I hesitated.
The ink burned and looked at the pair of innocent feet half-covered under the edge of the clothes. The hot water finally added some blood to them. Chu nightning's toes were well-proportioned and delicate, and the fingernails were like knots on the lake in the deep winter in the south. A thin layer of ice was covered, which was crystal clear, but the fingertips that had just been soaked were a touch of crimson.
It was as if a budding Begonia flower was frozen in the ice.
The ink burned and knelt down again, with a gentle and respectful expression, holding the warm Begonia flower in the palm of his hand.
He felt that the begonia trembled slightly in his hand, and the petals rustled, and he suddenly wanted to lower his head and lean over to kiss it, so that it would not hesitate or be afraid, and let it stretch and loosen its petals.
"Master..."
"What's wrong?"
He seemed to hear Chu Wanning's voice a little hoarse, and it seemed that the love was pressing the flowers and branches, the flowers were about to bear, and the dew was dripping into the ground.
The ink burned suddenly raised his head, and the candle flame burst "crackle" at this time, bursting out a string of sparks, and the candle tears slowly fell. He happened to meet Chu Wanning's eyes, and their eyes were bright with each other in the lights, with desire and spring tide.
"you… "
Chu nightning put down his two-page eyelash curtain, and said lightly: "My feet are itchy, you hurry up."
When the ink burned, his face turned red. Fortunately, he was tanned now, and it was not easy to see. He muttered "Oh", and buried his face and red ears to apply ointment to others.
But I couldn't help but echo the phrase "hurry up" over and over again.
His throat twitched, looking at the delicate skin in front of him.
He thought of all kinds of past lives, and it became clearer and clearer. He thought of the messy mattress in Wushan Hall, the pillow was bright red, and the night was more and more white. They entangle like wild beasts, panting and growling, fishy and sticky.
He thought that Chu nightning was humming under him, and the ice-like voice was burned by the tide of love and became soft water.
"Hurry up... ah..." Chu nightning seemed to be moaning in his ear, and he seemed to be able to hear it.
The ink burned and closed his eyes suddenly, and his eyebrows were twisted into knots.
He finally realized one thing now: it is too difficult for him to be good to Chu Wanning.
The distance is far, I am afraid that I will not warm this person, I am afraid that I will not be able to take care of him.
The distance is close, but he can't restrain the evil fire in his heart, and if he is not careful, he will burn it to the ground. He is afraid that he will do something that crosses the line.
He wants to get on him, wants him, and even at this moment, he suddenly feels that what he wants to do is not kneel here to apply medicine to Chu nightning and pinch his feet. This person is sitting in front of him and sitting on the bed. His current strength is not much different from the past, and Chu nightning can't get rid of him.
He is eager to fuck him, eager to push people down on the bed, he is eager to make his throat dry with thirst, and eager to swell his desire to hurt, he wants to press on Chu Wanning tightly and move, he...
"Master, painted it!" He almost shouted loudly. It scared Chu nightning.
Only the ink burns knows that there is a cold sweat behind him.
He suddenly felt extremely sad—why couldn't he treat the master cleanly, why couldn't he treat the master candidly, why couldn't he get rid of those fiery desires.
Chu nightning, Chu nightning...
His master is the most aloof person in the world. If he knew that his apprentice had such a thing on his mind, how much scorn and contempt would he be
two lifetimes.
He didn't want him to look down on himself again.
Chu nightning put on shoes and socks. During this process, Mo Ran kept his head down and didn't speak. He looked like a well-behaved and docile dog. Only he knew that what he locked in his heart was an insatiable wolf. .
After a long while, the ink burned down the heat in my heart and said: "Master, take a good rest, if you feel uncomfortable tomorrow, don't go to the ground, I will do it for two people alone."
Before Chu night Ning had time to say anything, he heard a delicate voice outside shouting: "Mo Xianjun, Mo Xianjun, are you there?"
The author has something to say:
small theater:
"If the protagonists travel to the modern age, what occupations might they be able to do with their own skills? 》
Master: Be an outstanding graduate of Lanxiang Technical School first, then become an auto mechanic, drive excavators, and forklifts. Oh, by the way, I swear that if I write a salted egg article in the future, I will write a president who drives a tractor. I've had enough of the president driving a Lambo Bentley Ferrari. Isn't it a president's article if I don't open it? Ask the president to drive the tractor! I'm going to drive the tractor! Chu nightning, you are the male pig's feet of President Wen! Drive your tractor! Touch porcelain's Ferrari! Go!
Gouzi: Chef, an outstanding graduate of New Oriental Chef Training School. The chef who drives the Porsche and the president who drives the tractor are a good couple.
Xue Meng: Nothing, probably will die.
Teacher: Selling counterfeit medicines is easier to make money, but he has a good conscience and may not bear it, and he will probably go bankrupt in the end.
Ye Wangxi: The police.
Mei Hanxue: ... Duck King.
Nangong Si: The manager of the pet shop, if it really doesn't work, the manager of the pig farm can also.