Chu nightning has not closed his eyes for two days, he slept very deeply, and the movement of the ink burning was gentle, so when he was lying in the warm arms of the ink burning and was carried to the bed, he was still not disturbed.
Mo Ran put him in the center of the bed, put his hand on his neck, put it on the pillow, and then covered him with the quilt.
After doing all this, he didn't leave, only stared at that face obsessively, from the dark eyebrows, falling inch by inch, to the thin lips.
nice.
How could his master, his Wanning, be so beautiful.
It's so good-looking, so if you look at it a few more times, his heart will soften and his lower body will become hard.
His scalp was slightly numb, and he was rationally strangling his neck. He knew that this was wrong, but Chu nightning's face was close at hand, and the faint Haitang breath on his body was like countless pairs of soft fingers, torn His handsome clothes seduce him naked and go to the hotbed with him.
Maybe it's because the blood running in the ink-burning blood vessels is like a river, or maybe it's because the heart can't stop like a war drum, or maybe it's because his eyes are too hot and wake up the sleeping person.
In short, Chu nightning opened his eyes and suddenly woke up.
"… "
No one made a sound for a while, and the ink burned stiffly in place. Chu nightning turned from dizziness to consternation, and a pair of phoenix eyes opened wide, facing the burning eyes of the ink.
Chu nightning suddenly woke up: "What are you doing?"
The expression on the face of that handsome, young and powerful man is difficult to teach people to see clearly. He slowly leaned down, so horrified that Chu Ning would not dare to move.
"you-"
Get closer.
Heart pounding.
"Yeah."
The head of the bed squeaked softly, and the surrounding light suddenly dimmed, sinking into a more ambiguous atmosphere.
Mo Ran leaned over and tightened the bed curtain, straightened up, and sat upright beside the bed.
He looked down at Chu Wanning lying on the bed, and his voice was low: "I saw that the master was asleep, and I wanted to help you put down the bed curtain. I didn't expect that it would wake you up."
Chu nightning did not make a sound, leaned on the pillow, turned his head slightly, and looked at him.
The dark yellow curtain that had just been loosened from the bedside hook was swaying slowly behind the ink, and the candlelight outside became so blurry, like the water mist condensed on the window in winter. It was so dark that the handsome face of the young man could hardly be seen clearly. In the dark night, only one pair of eyes was shining bright, like a broken star.
The ink burned suddenly and called him: "Master."
"Um?"
"I have something I want to ask you."
"… "
Taking advantage of the darkness, the courage to be an apprentice seems to have grown.
Chu nightning's heart tightened, and he said: Is he going to ask that trick
His face was calm, but his chest was full of waves.
- Is it too late to pretend to sleep at this time
The ink burned: "Where do I sleep?"
Chu nightning: "..."
So I was busy and tangled for most of the night. In this night, the ink burned the ground floor—
"The bed is too small." In fact, he regretted it just after he asked. It is better not to fall asleep with Chu Wanning because of his bloody and savory body. It's not that he doesn't know how terrifying a man's desire can be.
"I'm still sleeping."
"… Do you have any extra mattresses?"
"There is a bed."
"Will it be cold?"
"No, I'll just spread some more straw."
When the ink burned, he went outside to get the straw, took a bunch of it back, and spread it neatly on the ground. Chu nightning was so tossed by him just now that he had no sleepiness for the time being, so he turned his body to support his head, raised the curtain of the bed with one hand, and silently watched this man busy, giving himself to himself with lightning speed. A single bed is made.
"… "
"Sleep, Master has a good dream."
The man lay down in his clothes, pulled the quilt for himself, and looked at Chu Wanning on the bed with a pair of dark eyes tenderly and steadfastly.
Chu nightning: "Well."
Seeing the look of "I'm very honest", Chu nightning was relieved and put on a face of "I'm very cold", as if he casually put down the bed curtain and lay down.
As a result, the ink burned and sat up again.
"What?"
"Lights out."
The man got up and blew out the candle.
The room fell into silence. Under the bed lay the master and apprentice with their own thoughts, watching the begonia flowers and butterflies glowing faintly in the endless night.
"Master."
"What's the matter? Are you still sleeping?"
"Sleep." Mo Ran's voice is very gentle, especially soft at night, "I just want to tell you something suddenly."
Chu nightning pursed his lips, although the heartbeat was not as violent as the first time he guessed, but he still couldn't help but dry his throat.
"I want to say... Master sleep, don't have to be so restrained, always sleep in a corner."
There was a hint of a smile in his voice, low, but nice.
Chu nightning: "... I'm used to it."
"why?"
"The room is always too messy. I rolled over and fell down before, and was scratched by a file on the ground."
The ink burned and listened, and didn't make a sound for a long time.
Chu nightning waited and asked, "What's wrong?"
"No." Mo Ran said, but his voice seemed to be closer, Chu nightning turned his head, and through the blurred and soft curtain, through the fluorescence of Haitang and Butterfly, he saw him pulling the floor closer to himself.
The ink burned down again and said with a smile: "When I am there, Master don't have to worry, it won't be stabbed when it falls."
He paused, and seemed to say casually, "There is me."
"… "
After a while, Mo Ran heard the man on the bed snort softly, and said faintly: "The meat on your arm is so hard, it's about to hit, it's not necessarily much better than a file."
The ink burned and smiled: "There are even harder ones, and the master has not seen it."
What he originally wanted to say was the chest muscles, but before he could finish his words, he suddenly realized the thick stench that filled the sentence. He was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said:
"I did not mean that."
Chu nightning was very silent and embarrassed when he heard the first sentence. When he heard the second sentence, the atmosphere between the two fell hopelessly into the abyss.
Of course he knows that the ink burns and has a harder and hotter blade, which is more chilling than the hilt of his own mecha. Leaving aside the damned comprehension ranking list, he himself is also separated by clothes. Unintentionally felt it. It was a terrifying passion that made you tremble and numb.
Chu nightning said anxiously: "Sleep."
"… Um."
But how to fall asleep
The lava of love and love was tormenting the two of them, licking their hot, chapped chests. The room was so quiet that I could hear the other party's faint breathing and tossing and turning.
The ink burned his hand behind his head, opened his eyes, and looked at the fiery red butterflies flying all over the house. A spirit butterfly fell gracefully and stopped on the bed tent, and the curtain was soft and thin red.
In such silence, Mo Ran suddenly remembered something—
Back then in Jin Chengchi, the man who rescued himself from the nightmare of the pinching willow faintly whispered a word in his ear.
At that moment, his consciousness was blurred, and he was not sure whether that sentence was his hallucination. But now that I think about it, I suddenly feel that maybe I heard it wrong.
Maybe true.
He heard Chu nightning at that time and said: "I like you too."
The heartbeat of the ink is getting faster and faster, and some of the details that have not been noticed in the past are sprouting at this moment, turning out the fresh and tender leaves, and then being nourished by his wolf ambition and growing into a lush tree that reaches the sky.
His brain was buzzing, his eyes were dizzy, and the more he thought about it, the more wrong he felt...
"I like you too."
I like you too…
If he really misheard this sentence at the beginning, if Chu nightning never said it, why was Chu nightning unwilling to admit that the person who saved him was himself after Jin Chengchi woke up from the nightmare
Unless he never heard it wrong!
Unless Chu nightning really said at that time-
The ink burned up and sat up suddenly, and was so excited that he couldn't restrain himself, and said hoarsely: "Master!"
"… "
Rao is that the people in the curtain did not move, and the ink burned or asked: "I found something when I was washing clothes today, is it..."
It was quiet inside the curtain.
"You know, what is it?" When the words came to his mouth, he suddenly felt timid, and he was so stupid to ask Chu Wanning.
The other party did not answer for a long time.
The ink burned hesitantly, and his eyes were wet and dark: "Master, are you still awake?"
"Did you hear what I said..."
On the bed lightly covered by Luo Wei, Chu nightning has no movement, it seems that he has really fallen asleep. The ink burned for a long time, unwilling, and reached out several times to open the curtain, but stopped.
"Master."
He murmured, and lay down again.
The sound is light and a little soft.
"You take care of me."
Of course, Chu nightning will ignore him.
His whole person is confused, and his clear mind, which he has always been proud of, has risen into a cloud of smoke. He was lying on the bed, staring at the dark veiled veil with his eyes open, thinking dull and stiff: What exactly does the ink burn want to do
He thought a lot and made all kinds of incredible guesses, but he didn't dare to guess the most obvious answer, and he didn't dare to guess that Mo Ran also loved him.
It's like a hungry person who gets a crispy and fragrant meat pie, and cherishes it because it's hard-earned, so he devoured the outer circle of pie crust, but he was reluctant to eat the last remaining meat filling for a long time. mouth.
Chu nightning listened to the gentle but anxious whisper of the man outside the tent.
He quietly pulled the quilt up, covering his chin, nose and mouth, revealing only a pair of bright eyes.
Then, he also covered his eyes and hid himself in the quilt.
Of course he heard it, but he didn't know how to answer—
My heart was beating fast, and my palms were sweating.
He felt a sense of embarrassment being driven to a dead end, and wished he could sit up and roar angrily: "Yes, I fucking hid that kit. I like you and you are satisfied. Go away, don't ask and go to sleep!"
He was tormented and uneasy, and his heart was itching badly.
"Master?"
"… "
"Did you really sleep..."
After a while, Chu nightning heard the ink burning and sighed softly.
He covered his head, and in the dark, he was depressed and heart palpitations, nervous and sweet, and the five flavors were mixed, sour, bitter and sweet. He secretly advised himself to be calm, but his cheeks were burning. I couldn't help kicking the quilt.
The author has something to say: Ink Burning Courage 100 [500800]
Psychological Construction of Chu Wanning[60100]
Small Theater "If Mo Ran has WeChat, then how should he make notes"
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Xue Meng [Birdman]
Chu nightning [Hehe Da]
Xue Zhengyong[Uncle]
Madam Wang [Aunt]
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Ye Wangxi [The First Sister of Confucianism]
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Xue Zhengyong[Uncle]
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Xue Meng [cousin]
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