I was thinking about it, and I heard the ink burning in the next door and said in a low voice: "Where are you looking, there is nothing, take your clothes and hurry up."
Xue Meng froze for a moment: "Where do I see you?"
Ink burning: "..."
Xue Meng looked at his cousin's face and pondered for a long time, and suddenly pondered the taste, and couldn't help but be ashamed and angry, shouting: "What a mess! What I wanted to say before, you closed the door and locked it, shouldn't you? You will think that there are too many people in the bathroom next door, and you want to make do with taking a bath in the room, but you are full of dirty thoughts! You are also relying on me!"
Chu nightning in the next room turned black.
Full of nasty thoughts...
Xue Meng sighed heavily, stared at the ink and looked up and down, and then said: "I didn't think about that, but you mentioned me like this, you just won't really be-"
"...Aren't you taking a shower? So much talk!"
"No, I suddenly think you are very suspicious." Seeing the other party's tone so bad, with sparks in his black eyes, Xue Meng felt more and more uncomfortable, "When you were weak, you ran to the brothel all day, all these years. Walking in all directions, but you don't even have the slightest affair with you, why did you suddenly change your temper?"
"..." Mo Ran seems to be a little silent. Chu nightning is waiting in this silence. He actually wants to know how Mo Ran will answer.
The longer the silence, the more restless he became. Why don't you say anything? Awkward? regret? still…
"You really want to know?"
The ink burned, and the voice was obviously angry.
There was still anger on his face.
Chu nightning was amazed in his heart. He felt that Xue Meng's question was reasonable. There was no reason to hide it because you were unhappy with your old bottom.
Before the last cover had time to think about it, I heard the ink burning and said: "I'm tired of it, I'm tired of it, I feel bored. Well, you can get out."
Chu nightning: "..."
Xue Meng: "..."
After a long silence, Xue Meng broke out with a roar that the entire inn could hear: "Mo Weiyu, you shameless dog! Smelly hooligan!!"
"Come on, what you say is what you say, go out and don't fucking disturb my sleep."
"Don't touch me you! Disgusting!"
"Where do I hate it?"
"You, you-" Xue Meng stammered, a handsome little face flushed red, he originally wanted to find the ink burning uncomfortable, but who expected to be shamelessly turned against the army by the ink burning, he couldn't help it I remembered that I was in my twenties. At this age, Nangong Si married the number one beauty in the cultivation world. The fourth son of Jiangdongtang was the father of three children.
Mei Hanxue has not died of Hualiu disease.
It seems that only he is still a young child without love, Xue Meng feels very aggrieved.
He is not aggrieved because of lust, he is not lustful at all, but he feels that he has been burned by the ink in this regard, and he has thrown more than ten or eight streets, so he is so angry. If the ink burns and does not mention it, if it is deeply ashamed, then Xue Meng's mentality will probably be another kind, but the ink burning actually threw it to him with a look of contempt and impatience-
"I'm tired of it, I'm tired of it."
Young Master Xue felt that he could not bear it, and his self-esteem was hit.
He "you you you", you spent a long time, and finally roared at the ink angrily: "Anyway, it is annoying, you are not a person!"
Said to slam the door and leave.
Chu nightning was also a little choked, although he was calmer than Xue Meng after all, and heard that Mo Ran was deliberately bullying Xue Meng's angry words, but he still couldn't help the flow of the river, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.
The guy next door used too rude words, his low voice was like a lion with tangled muscles in the jungle, his low roar and rough words combined into one, like a thick hot tongs and fire sticks, It stabbed violently into his heart.
Chu nightning's throat moved, and his eyes were gloomy and flickering.
The ink burned before, but he broke the ring because of visiting the brothel. Of course, he knew that the ink burning was not as pure as Xue Meng, but the previous ink burning was not enough to entice the soul, so he couldn't help but think about it and paint it in his mind. scene.
But at this moment, when the old things are brought up again, Chu nightning can't help but think that the hot, smooth, smoky and sturdy body he has seen, used to be with those charming, white and tender, tender and charming teenagers. It has been lingering, and it has swayed on those small white faces with thin skin and tender flesh.
He felt that he was burning with anger, and his heart was scratching like a feather.
In such anger and desire, Chu nightning's eyes were slightly red, and in the dark night, a touch of the color of Begonia...
Xue Meng went and returned.
"Open the door!"
"… what happened again?"
"I'm arguing with you! Where are my clothes!"
"Get it on the table yourself."
"Humph!" Xue Meng hurried away with his clothes in his arms.
This time it finally quieted down. Chu nightning heard the heavy footsteps of the ink burning, and then the creaking of the bed. This time he really heard the man next door lying back on the bed, and he even seemed to feel it. The shaking of the bed supported the fiery figure like a mountain.
He felt thirsty and wanted to get up for a glass of water.
But he heard Mo Ran lay down, he knew that he got up, and that person must be able to hear the movement here, so he didn't move, like a Danxia rock with a cold appearance and colorful inside.
Next door, the ink burned is actually a little uneasy.
A man who wants to be dissatisfied will always appear irritable, and Xue Meng has to choose this time to disturb him. He went back and forth, and he didn't control it. The voice that was just not ashamed and shy, I don't know if Chu nightning heard it.
If you haven't slept, you must have heard...
He was lying on the bed, the more he thought about it, the more he regretted it. He turned back and forth, and Chu nightning also listened to his creaking noises across the wall, sharing his anxiety.
After a while, Chu nightning heard a low voice: "Master..."
"!"
After all, the burning of ink was difficult to find, and he couldn't hold back his heart, so he tried to call Chu Wanning to see if Chu Wanning responded.
"Master, are you asleep?"
"… "
"Can you hear me?"
Chu Ning's heart was beating like a drum, and he felt that his heart was beating too loudly, and it was a little embarrassing, so he quietly pulled the quilt over his head, trying to use a layer of quilt to cover the heartbeat that the other party couldn't hear.
"Master..."
But this quilt, the sound of the burning ink is close at hand, as if they are lying on a bed, as long as Chu nightning lifts the quilt, you can see the handsome face and naked chest of the burning ink, and look sideways. He was staring at him, those dark and bright eyes, like a wolf like a tiger, staring at him with hunger, wanting to devour him with blood.
"Can you hear me?"
Chu nightning made up his mind when he didn't hear it, and he naturally knew that the ink burned this way, hoping that he didn't hear it.
Otherwise, when they meet tomorrow morning, both of them will be embarrassed.
The other party called him a few times in a deep voice, and when he saw that Chu nightning did not move, he sighed softly. Mo Ran really thought that Chu nightning fell asleep and let go, but also felt a little regretful.
He wanted Chu Wanning to pay attention to him.
But Chu nightning ignores it, he can only rub the thin wall that blocks the two, first with his rough fingers, close his eyes, as if stroking Chu nightning's chest, and then his hot lips Stick it up, whisper softly, like babbling on the lips of Chu Wanning.
The ink burned and said: "I don't want it... I just want you..."
But this sound was too light, and Chu nightning did not hear it. He wrapped himself in the quilt and his face and heart were very hot. After a while, he heard the squeak of the next bed, as if lying on the bed. The man above was agitated and rolled over in anger.
He said, "Fuck!"
Chu nightning suddenly had an animal-like sensitivity, predicting what he might hear, and for a moment he felt that his hair was upright and wanted to block his ears. But only the fingertips moved, and it fell down.
He stared blankly under the quilt, and after a while, he heard...
He heard the deep and deep panting outside the quilt. The panting was rhythmic, irritable and violent. Chu nightning's arm had a layer of goose bumps. In such a voice, he felt that the spine was numb and soft. .
The burning breath is so sexy, so sinful, choked in the throat, depressed and unrestrained, he heard this voice, what else did he understand.
Chu nightning closed his eyes, he felt breathless, his lips were slightly opened, and he was a little trembling.
He thought of the wet dreams that he had done many times. In the dream, he had seen ink burning all the bodies, sincere. So he closed his eyes, but Xiao came up with the scene outside the quilt more clearly. He felt that the ink burned by his side, stretched his strong and strong body and lay on his back, the black and bright eyes of the ink burned, squinting with a blurred luster...
The ink-burning hand stretched out, unbuttoned the pants, and the stalk of the anger popped out. Chu nightning did not dare to think about the appearance of the giant, but only roughly drew an outline, and the angered flesh red. He was holding the thing that killed him, and he was rolling with the protruding Adam's apple. He swallowed his saliva, not knowing who he was thinking about, soothing himself so hotly and painfully.
"Um… "
Chu nightning heard the low groan of the man next door, rough and sexy, his scalp was numb, and the phoenix eyes were stained with lustful water vapor in the dark.
He can't take it anymore...
Elder Yuheng's slender and fair hands finally stretched out after struggling and tormented several times. Tremblingly, he reached in and held his already hot and high-spirited.
The rough and hot touch made him feel ashamed but also exciting. He raised his throat slightly, suppressed a gasp, and under the cover of the quilt, the cold skin faded. Filled with lust, he treated himself clumsily and rudely, hurting himself several times, and in the end he couldn't take it anymore, he suddenly lifted the quilt, lay down on the quilt, rubbed, rubbed, slender His legs were trembling, his phoenix eyes were half-open and half-closed, a few strands of sweaty hair fell, his lips were open, and he gasped silently.
It may be that they are suddenly exposed to the air and can hear more clearly, or it may be that they are confused and make people hear more vaguely. He seemed to hear the sound of wet water, thinking that it was the movement of the ink burning next door, but when he lowered his head, he found that it was the crystal secretions oozing from the top of his stem, which lubricated his palms and made a lewd sound.
Chu nightning's face was even hotter. He turned his head and did not face the wall, so that he would feel that the ink was burning by his side, comforting and loving each other naked with himself.
Lust burns his head, his loftiness and restraint have long since collapsed, he can only hear the gasp of the next door, and only feel the blissful pleasure below him. Because he has tried less, he can't stand the stimulation of lust, and every inch of his Skin is sensitive. He longed to fit with another hot body, like a dry well that had been dry for a hundred years, thirsty.
As the voice next door became more and more urgent, Chu nightning felt that his heart was getting hotter and hotter, his waist was getting softer and weaker, and his legs could hardly hold up. The mucus under him had already wet the sheets, and he vaguely felt that this Everything is so absurd, it shouldn't be, but I can't help it, I feel too comfortable, I haven't tried it for so many years, I don't know there is such a comfortable thing.
If Yuliangcun rehabilitated himself for the first time, he was still tormented by the first relapse, feeling disgusted and disgusting, then this time, he was separated from the person he loved by a wall and heard the other party's repressed and sexy gasp, he was not so much. Feeling lust is ugly, but in the ups and downs of the sea of lust, I feel more comfortable, rather than repulsive.
He opened his wet and misty eyes slightly, and a few strands of hair fell down, covering his eyes.
He gradually lost his focus, and for some reason, some bizarre phantoms flashed in front of him.
Or maybe not a phantom
It was the strange, all-too-real dreams he had done in the past.
In the dream, the mattresses were interwoven with gold and red, and the smell of animal skins between the pillows and quilts seemed to be clearly audible. He lay down on the bed like this, with fine sweat on his forehead, his lips were slightly open, and his hair was scattered like a strand of hair, hanging down in front of his eyes. .
The candle didn't go out. The man behind him hurriedly and fiercely bumped against him. The legs and feet of the two were entangled and entangled. He could clearly feel the man's tense muscles and bones due to the stimulation.
The bedding and sheets were all dislocated and messy. The man kept twitching and throbbing, with a sexy, hoarse gasp in his throat. He heard him speak behind him: "Why don't you say anything? Call it out."
The dream and reality overlapped, and Chu nightning clenched his teeth, even if the desire accumulated fiercely and the tide of love could not be contained, he was reluctant to speak.
He closed his eyes, and the movements in his hands became more violent.
He closed his eyes, but he couldn't stop recalling the details of those spring dreams.
The man scolded secretly after several thrusts, and then stepped back. His strong and powerful hands forced Chu nightning to turn over. Under the light of the lights, he saw a handsome, lustful face, which was Mo. burning face.
Because of the clear depiction of the burning ink in the dream, Chu nightning felt more and more tormented and exciting. He almost shook his head with shame, trying to get rid of the phantoms in front of him.
But to no avail.
He heard a sigh of relief in the place separated by a wall.
Just like the rough and lingering man in the spring dream he had done, he was dumb and deep.
He even recalled the details of the dream shamefully, the ink burned him over, the wet and sticky genitals pressed against his back hole that had been squeezed and contracted, and the huge stem head was rubbing against the hole, He poked it lightly, but it didn't go in.
In the inn, Chu Wanning's other hand, which never soothed his desire, tightly clenched the mattress.
shame.
He felt utterly ashamed.
How could he have such a dream
He obviously didn't... He had never seen such a thing... How could he dream so vividly, as if this body really carried such hot, crazy, ugly and lingering lust. Could it be that this is the animal nature that was engraved into the bone marrow of human beings
"You're stubborn, do you think that you can keep your innocence for a lifetime if you don't say anything?" In the dream, the eyes were wet with ink burning, and the expression was a bit sinister and full of erotic desire.
"How many times have you been fucked by me, so what if you struggle? You are willing to let me fuck you, and you are willing to lie under me..."
"do not talk… "
dream, reality.
All whispering.
"How can you be so arrogant? Didn't you get dirty by me, hold me, suck me, spread your legs and let me fuck, all the things I gave you came out between your legs, innocent? Don't be stupid, in your first place When you go to bed with me one day, those two words no longer have anything to do with you."
"say no more… "
clean.
No longer innocent.
Proud.
like torn clothes.
"You should really look at what you look like under yourself... The ink burning eyes moved down inch by inch, like a sharp knife cutting the person under him, and finally his eyes fell on the trembling and condensed secluded cave, and the acupoint was still there. Adhesive they produce body fluids and bloodstains during intercourse.
His eyes became deep, his Adam's apple twitched, he cursed in a low voice, held his angry genitals, and slowly pushed in again, pushing open the shrinking corridor fiercely, inch by inch.
It's strange to say that Chu Wanning, who is ups and downs in the memory of this spring dream, seems to have an illusion, as if there is a thick and fierce blade made of flesh and blood, tearing his body and filling it with...
The ink burned into the whole, inserted to the bottom, and even the sack was close to the hole, and I wished not to go in. The huge genitals immediately supported him to the extreme. He felt that he could no longer bear even a little more invasion, then The stem throbbed in him.
"what… "
in a dream? Or reality
There was a groan overflowing, and it was this groan that made Chu night Ning suddenly awake.
That fantasy is quickly dissipating, disappearing into smoke.
The last thing he saw was that Mo Ran was pressing him fiercely and fiercely, and the two were intercourse on the mattress almost frantically. He heard Mo Ran's rough breathing, and his voice was hoarse and fiery: "If you were a woman, I would be like every day. Fuck you like this, I'm afraid you are already pregnant with our seed... Oh, you and my son, I'm afraid it should be called an evil seed?"
Shame, excitement, animalistic, human nature.
In the inn, Chu nightning turned over and seemed to want to get rid of such a dirty scene in his mind.
He suddenly felt aggrieved.
Eyes are slightly red, why is this
He had never dreamed of these things before, he had never seen anything he shouldn't have seen, and he had never even seen an erotic palace picture, why would he have such absurd and shameless erotic dreams... If people know about it, he should How to do
The memory of the dream dissipated, but the bed next door suddenly shook, and the ink burned himself for a long time before Chu Wanning. At this time, the pleasure accumulated, and when he wanted to spray, he couldn't help but move his strong waist and crotch. , he couldn't help but make a gesture of thrusting, he really held back for too long, and let out a low growl.
Chu nightning heard his hoarse roar, and was very stimulated, almost wet and red eyes, stroking himself roughly, and couldn't help but shoot on the quilt.
He'd never experienced such an intense orgasm, the moment of ejaculation ended
Yu couldn't help gasping for breath and shouted in a low voice, "Um... ah..."
After the release, there was a blur in front of him. Chu nightning didn't know how he fell into the viscous love network like this. He had no strength, lying on the upper limit of the quilt, and gasping for breath.
He is against desire.
But willing to sink in love.
When lust and love are intertwined, lust also seems less unacceptable. So, the same self-defeating venting at Yuliang Village finally became no longer the same. He still felt ashamed, but the shame was overwhelmed by the moisture in his heart, swallowed up by comfort and excitement.
Suddenly, I was so eager, eager for the wooden wall to disappear, and the same sweaty ink burned over, undulating and hot chest, sticking to his back, gasping, kissing his shoulders, neck.
Chu nightning was lying in a daze, he thought, if this is the case, then all this is complete.
Then he is enough.
The next day, the ink ignited early.
This is Linyi. The taste of the dishes is very unfamiliar, and there are no light dishes in the inn, so he went to the west market to buy some ingredients and planned to borrow a kitchen for the master to cook something by himself.
There are some men in this world who are chasing people. They can do all kinds of tricks. It’s not an exaggeration to have a full breakfast. But as long as they can’t catch up, they immediately stop and turn around. There are so many beauties in the world. Spend a little more thought on impossible objects.
But ink burning is different.
He pursued the teacher and spent two lifetimes.
Now I understand my heart, and I also know that it is impossible for me to have a friendship with Chu Wanning that exceeds that of master and apprentice in this life, but he is still willing and kind to Chu Wanning day after day.
He knew he couldn't do it, but he didn't change it before or after his death.
"Master, come out so early to buy vegetables, look at this radish, do you want to buy some? But it's very refreshing."
"Son, look at the accessories here, bracelets, necklaces, hairpins, everything, the craftsmanship is good."
"Come on, let's take a look, all kinds of spiritual stones, tempered weapons are essential, come and come—"
Mo Ran originally planned to buy vegetables and leave, but he carried a full vegetable basket, passed a grocery store, and saw a pile of beautiful and fragmented small objects on the table. His eyes were attracted by one of them, and he walked over without knowing it and stopped in front of the counter.
There was also a man standing there, wearing a hood, looking at the dazzling array of commercial goods.
The man raised his hand, and under the black sleeve robe, revealed extremely pale, extremely delicate and beautiful five fingers, because of these five scallion-like fingers, Mo Ran noticed this person.
When he looked at the body shape, he thought it was a man, but when he saw the hand, he thought it was a woman.
So he turned his head and looked at the man's face with some curiosity, but only saw a black veil covering his face, revealing only a pair of cold eyes, and those eyes were also hidden in the shadow of the cape's wide brim, and it was not so clear. .
The two looked at each other, and the ink burned habitually smiled at him.
The man withdrew his hand that was about to touch a spiritual stone in front of the booth, and he saw a ring on his thumb.
Silver snake pattern, scales are dense.
He suddenly felt that the snake pattern on the ring was familiar. When he wanted to look closely, the man had already put his hand back into his wide sleeve. He glanced at Mo Ran, and then turned and left without saying a word. .
"What a weirdo..." Mo Ran muttered. However, the young master of the Confucianism Sect was overjoyed, and the wedding posts were widely published. Recently, it is true that all kinds of strange people are rushing to Linyi. This kind of body is covered by a cloak, which is actually nothing.
At this time, Mo Ran heard the wind chime of the back door of the small shop, the curtain was picked and dropped, and the proprietress came out from inside.
The ink burned to the back of the people in black, smiled and pointed to one of the spiritual tools, and asked: "Boss, how do you sell this?"