It turned out that at the moment when the ink burned and turned his head, the lightning and flint in Chu nightning's mind, almost turned around at the end, his arms were folded and supported on the wall, leaving the other party with a solid and strong back.
In this way, the ink can't see his front, and Chu nightning feels that he is really smart.
This idiot didn't even know that he was exposed under the burning eyelids. It was a low-lying and sexy waist, a full and strong buttocks, and a pair of slender and powerful legs... He was like a rabbit who had skinned his own skin. Browned and crispy on the fire, it's almost like saying "please eat, thank you."
The ink burned and felt that the throat was dry, and there seemed to be bloodshot eyes in the eyes. After a long while, he said: "Master, what is this... doing?"
doing what
... um... this posture is indeed a bit weird, how can I say it so that I can sneak in quietly...
Chu nightning crossed half of his face, his expression was cold and solemn, and he wanted to cover up.
Mo Ran has put down his clothes and walked towards him, perhaps because of the light, he always felt that the expression on Mo Ran's face was chilling, like a wolf who had been hungry for a long time in the jungle, seeing a piece of fresh meat, but The meat was hung on the trap, the wolf hesitated, the hunger and thirst in the belly were fighting fiercely with the reason in the brain, the war spread from the body to the eyes, the black eyes were very bright, exuding serenity. Light.
Chu nightning finally felt that something was wrong, the two words were put on the bowstring, and the tone was sharp, piercing the strange silence.
"Scrub your back."
"...Huh?" The moist voice of the ink burned in the throat, with some nasal sounds, which looked very sexy, "What?"
This is really the excuse that Chu nightning thought of when he was in a hurry, but since the sound was in his ears, he was so powerful that he had to pretend to be calm and said coldly: "Since you are here, just rub your back and go."
Ink burning: "..."
"I've been busy these days, I'm sweating all over my body, and I don't feel comfortable." Chu nightning tried his best to look casual and light, "It's always good to wash it clean."
He didn't know if he had lied to the ink, and whether it was natural to lie.
But in short, in the end, Mo Ran still listened to his words, and obediently took a towel, drenched it with warm water, and rubbed his back for Chu Wanning.
Wan Ye Yuheng has always been wise, this is really the stupidest thing he has ever done.
What is the most painful thing in the world
The person he loves is standing behind him, with a pair of large and generous hands rubbing his whole body through a rough towel. Every touched place is like a sail over spring water, leaving hot red marks. Although the strength of the burning ink has subsided, it is still very fierce, not to mention that his flesh has never been touched like this, and he only feels that every inch of his muscles is trembling. People see themselves different.
His forehead was against the wall, and in the place where the ink burned, his lips were bitten tightly, and the tail of the phoenix was flushed.
He is still a person who has never been in love, so how can he endure such excitement and pretend to be lofty in front of the person he loves deeply.
so uncomfortable...
But if you ask Mo Ran, what is the most tormenting thing in the world
I am afraid the answer will be very different. He will probably say that it is the man standing naked in front of you, with his hands against the wall and his shoulders stretched out. With an obstructive towel across from you, with a dirty mind, hot hands rubbed his whole body.
Of course he knew that he was rubbing Master's back, but with a little force, the man's skin turned red, and he was as sexy as being bullied and abused.
His hand touched his shoulder blade, lingering on his waist, involuntarily, the strength gradually became ruthless. He felt the person under him tremble slightly, but he didn't know if it was his own illusion. He stared at the fair and full arc, restrained until his eyes were bloodshot, so as not to lose the bath towel, he grabbed it with his hands and pulled it out. Five red marks that seduce the soul.
He had already tasted the ecstasy of the person in front of him, so what, in front of this person, he swallowed his voice and forced himself to be a gentleman.
so uncomfortable...
The two suffered each other for a long time, and if they rubbed it any more, they would probably cause fire.
Chu nightning finally couldn't hold back, hoarse his voice, and said: "Okay, you go out, I will rub the rest, and I will come by myself."
The ink burned almost suddenly relieved, and the forehead was full of fine sweat.
He said solemnly: "Yes... Master..."
The door curtain lifted and fell, and the ink burned out.
Chu nightning has not recovered for a long time, he is still lying on the wall, his forehead is against the wall, his ears are blood red, the same as the traces that have been rubbed on the back, and I don't know if the ink burned.
"… "
He opened his phoenix eyes slightly, as if because of humiliation, he bit his lower lip and hesitated for a long time, but he still reached out and held his desire that was so painful.
Originally, he ran back to take a shower in order to suppress this filthy emotion.
Unexpectedly, people are not as good as the sky, and by chance, the ink burned him into the deeper waves of the sea of desire. Chu Wanning, who has been relying on the pure heart method to resist human nature, finally on this day, couldn't help but relieved the almost overflowing erotic desire for himself in the form of the most ordinary and embarrassing mortal.
His lips were slightly open, his phoenix eyes were half-squinted, his expression was a little pitiful, and a little wronged...
He was against the cold wall, but his forehead was hot, his beautiful shoulders were hunched, his Adam's apple rolled, and he was breathing heavily and sobbing.
So sinful, yet so beautiful.
Like a white swallowtail butterfly that has fallen into a cobweb, in the tight-knit emotional tide, its wings are fluttering weakly, but it can never, never, never get out.
He is always dirty.
Dirty to the core, so miserable, so pitiful, tempting to violate, and addictive.
In the end, Chu nightning was almost resentful and slammed into the wall with a punch. He was so ruthless, so annoyed, so unwilling that he used so much force that the phalanx was frayed and blood oozing out.
"Damn."
I don't know if I'm scolding myself, or I'm scolding Mo Ran.
Chu nightning's eyes are moist, affectionate and intentional, hatred and hatred, and dazed.
In the blink of an eye, it has been more than half a month since they came to Yuliang Village, and the busy farming season is coming to an end.
From the day of taking a bath, Chu nightning avoided the ink burning like a snake and a beast, but he did not notice the strangeness of the ink burning, but he couldn't stand his own changes.
A person, light and elegant for a long time, will be particularly easy to hold, otherwise Chu nightning used to dislike other people's double cultivation and form a Taoist partner. It's not really jealous, Elder Yuheng really feels a little unbearable, and feels tired and disgusted.
He didn't look at the erotic pictures, it was really unwilling to look at it, not pretending. For Chu Wanning, things like "like" and "kiss" are still acceptable, but if he takes a step closer, such as comforting, such as intrusion, he will turn blue and can't accept it.
This is like a vegetarian who has always been a vegetarian. If you secretly put some lard in his bowl, he will probably find it fragrant, but if you give him a piece of roasted meat that is browned on the outside but still smells bloody, he is afraid that he will be able to Disgusting to death.
After venting dizzily that day, Chu nightning woke up. He panted and looked at the sticky hands on his hands, only to feel that his head was poured with a handful of cold water.
His face turned blue.
What are you doing? He was so overwhelmed by a little brat in his early twenties that he had to rely on self-soothing to calm his inner turmoil.
Chu nightning had goose bumps behind his back, so when he encountered ink burning, he retreated three feet, lest a flood beast in his heart would be accidentally released and do something that he regretted.
He retreated, and the ink burned also retreated.
Mo Ran is also really afraid. He found that his desire for Chu nightning seems to be much higher than predicted. The dam he built earlier will soon be unable to stop the turbulent waves. The enthusiasm in his bones is always needed. gushing out.
He knows that human nature and animal nature are only the difference between a thought, and he is not willing to hurt Chu Wanning again because of this difference, so he also subconsciously avoids Chu Wanning.
The distance between the two was widened, but instead there was an illusion that the apprentice was respectful and the master was benevolent.
The days passed without incident.
One day, the hunters in the village slaughtered a fat deer on the mountain. The villagers proposed to hold a bonfire at the small drying field at the entrance of the village at night.
So each household took out some food, or cakes, or dried meat, and the village chief opened two jars of sorghum wine, and sat around in a lively crowd, reflecting the bonfire and smelling the aroma of roasted deer. Noisy eating and drinking, so unpleasant. Chu nightning and Mo Ran did not sit together. The two were a little far apart, and there was a fire in the middle. They looked at each other across the fire and didn't want the other party to find out.
You glanced at me, thinking it was silent, but the two sets of eyes always met halfway, so they pretended to just glance at me unintentionally, and hung down lightly.
The orange fire was surging, the firewood was crackling.
There was laughter and laughter around, but they couldn't hear or see any of them. The sky was full of moon, and only the hearts of the two of them were reflected.
The wine opened by the village chief soon came to an end, but everyone felt that they were not happy enough.
Mo Ran remembered that there was still a good pear blossom on the jar in his house, so he said hello, got up and went back to get the wine.
Halfway through, I heard movement behind me.
He turned around: "Who?"
The rustling footsteps stopped immediately, and then a pair of light green shoes embroidered with yellow flowers slowly rubbed out from the corner.
The ink burned for a while: "Miss Linger? It's you."
Linger drank a little too much wine, her cheeks like snow jade were flushed red, and her lips were even more plump and bright. She stood in the moonlight, staring at her affectionately, her full chest undulating with some rapid breathing. , she said: "Mo Xianjun, wait, I have something to tell you."
The author has something to say: Start! Assist Miss Sister to give away! Sacrifice her one, happy dog and cat series! Tomorrow the dog will understand his own mind! (Actually, I almost understood it already--) Hahaha~~ Happy New Year! Happy New Year!
Both today and tomorrow are celebrating the New Year's dinner, so there is no way to reply, I'm very sorry qaq, I should be able to reply normally the day after tomorrow~ What
The sound is already in the ear, powerful and difficult to pull out - from Li Bihua's "Farewell My Concubine", it is not a common phrase, it is a misunderstanding, and the source is marked.
Small Theater "Random adaptation at the end of this chapter"
1. If Linger is the audience
Ling'er: "Mo Xianjun, wait, I have something to tell you."
Ink burning: "Say."
Ling'er: "Everyone, let me ask when you will drive."
Ink burning: "..."
2. If Linger is a black guide
Ling'er: "Mo Xianjun, wait, I have something to tell you."
Ink burning: "Say."
Ling'er: "The roasted Zhangzi farmhouse brews a table of dishes totaling 889. Does Xianjun pay by card or cash?"
The ink burns: "...Didn't you say that the group meal is free?"
Ling'er: "Yes, but this is a bonfire party. It's a self-funded project."
Ink burning: "..."
3. If Linger is the pimped customer service of the cat club
Ling'er: "Mo Xianjun, wait, I have something to tell you."
Ink burning: "Say."
Ling'er: (secretly rubbing) Sexy leopard cats, intellectual English shorts, hot American shorts, alternative cats, as long as you have a Zhangyue card, you can suck cats and cats all day without bottom line, Xianjun think about it
Ink burning: ... Is there a white cat? You touch him, he slaps you ten times.