For Chu nightning, this is the first time that it is close to the palm of the ink and the fingers are intertwined.
He felt that it was enough, too much, but fortunately, there was no more action to burn, otherwise he could really jump down from a hundred feet high and escape.
What a blessing.
For Mo Ran, this is the first time he doesn't know how to hold the palm of Chu nightning close and his fingers intertwined.
He felt that it was not enough, it was too little, but fortunately he didn't do more, otherwise he would want to kiss and ask for more after holding hands.
Really bad.
But even so, Mo Ran can still perceive that Chu nightning seems to be running away.
When they landed on the sword that day, Chu nightning turned around and ran without a word. After two steps, he felt that the pace was quicker, and he immediately slowed down.
Slowed down and walked no more than two steps, and when he heard Mo Ran following him behind him, he started to sprint again in embarrassment and panic.
"… "
The ink burned and watched him stride the meteor, and his heart was itchy and painful, hot and soft.
Seeing that Chu nightning buried his head towards a big tree, the ink burned immediately: "Be careful!"
"boom!"
Still got hit.
He hurried over and asked, "Does it hurt? Let me see."
Chu nightning clutched his forehead and said nothing. After a while, he walked forward again.
The ink burned and wanted to follow, but he heard him say: "Don't follow me."
"I... have to go back to rest."
"You stand and blow the wind for a while, and then come in when it cools down."
Chilled
The ink burned and laughed, how to blow cold
Holding your hand, this night, my heart is hot.
But he was still obedient and did not follow. He stood under the cold moonlight and watched Chu Wanning walk away until he disappeared behind the wall, and then walked to the tree that Chu Wanning accidentally bumped into. After a while, he put his forehead on the trunk of the tree. superior.
The scab is rough, and he closed his eyes.
Chu nightning...
like him.
Flying flowers and flowing water, isolated islands like spring.
The bright moon is in the sky, the clear clouds cover the sun.
The tide is dark, and the water and sky are the same color.
No matter how good the world is, it can't compare to a sentence, Chu nightning likes him.
Rao is that he is lacking in words and stupid in aptitude. At this moment, his heart is full of emotions, and his thoughts are flowing. Love can turn a simple and straight wood like Mo Weiyu into a poet, Chu nightning likes him, Chu nightning... Chu nightning likes him!
He crushed the bark with his forehead, trying to calm down, to forbear, to "cool down", to...
No, it can't be done.
He couldn't calm down anymore, couldn't help it, couldn't cool down, his closed eyes were trembling slightly, the gaps between his eyelashes were soaked with tenderness and ecstasy, the corners of his mouth were rolled up, and the dimples on his cheeks were getting deeper and deeper. The more and more the sweetness is overflowing.
Chu nightning likes him.
like him.
Yes... It's the person he is infatuated with, the best person in the world, the person he wants to hold in his arms for the rest of his life, it's Chu Wanning... It's Chu Wanning...
Stepping on the Immortal Emperor in front of the dignified world, the current Master Mo of the Realm of Cultivation, is actually in this wild and uninhabited white sand, leaning against a big tree with branches and leaves, closed his eyes and lowered his head, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he laughed out loud .
Because Chu nightning likes him, the wind he smells is sweet, and the sound of the waves he hears is sweet.
Chu nightning, likes him.
He lowered his eyes and smiled, but he smiled and cried.
He was grinning like a lunatic, with tears streaming down his face. It was so sweet, but his heart hurt so much.
Chu nightning...
like him.
Since Caidie Town, they have secretly carried their hair tips.
like him…
He suddenly wanted to know, since when, Chu nightning has been standing behind him, silently accompanying, silently waiting, waiting for him to turn back, waiting for him to reach out, waiting for him to turn around and see.
Chu nightning, how long did you wait
This life, the last life.
Stacked together, twenty years
longer than twenty years.
He is Mo Weiyu who can see through the dust and smoke, and knows that the most priceless thing in this world is the years.
Under the power, the hands are turned into clouds and the hands are turned into rain. Any treasures and sweet words will come in a steady stream. Only the years, the dead are like rivers, and they can no longer be chased.
A person who is willing to exchange ten thousand taels of gold for you is desire.
A person who is willing to exchange for you with a bright future is love.
And a person, willing to use twenty years of years, the best years to exchange for you, to wait for you.
And don't say anything, don't ask for anything in return, don't ask for results.
That is stupid.
Really, really stupid.
The ink burned the throat, and the bitterness spread to the root of the tongue, surging into a tide, he thought—
Chu nightning, you are really... so stupid.
how so? How can this be so
My ink rain, He De He Neng... I can make you do this.
You are the best person in the world, and what about me
Hands full of blood, death is not a pity, thousands of people scolded, never overbirth.
I bullied you, I hated you, I failed you, I killed you.
You have no idea what I've done...
You don't even know! !
The ink burned holding the tree, and the choked cry fell into the whistling sea breeze. what did he do...
In the eyes of Chu Wanning, go to chase the back of another person.
In the eyes of Chu Wanning, I was waiting for another person to look back.
In Jinchengchi's illusion, he personally said to Chu nightning, Master, I like you.
He took a knife to cut the heart of Chu Wanning!
But what about Chu nightning
Silent like a rock, Jiang Liushi did not turn around, and the knife was poking in his heart. He took care of him, tolerated him, and accompany him just like no one else.
until death.
…until death.
He laughed, he cried bitterly, he was the only one in the water, sky and moonlight, no one could see him, he tended to go crazy.
Chu nightning, for two lifetimes, he did not let Mo Ran know his heart until his death. This arrogant person has done the most humble thing in his life, that is, he fell in love with someone.
For that person, he did everything he could, but after a long wait, he knew that he would never have a place in the eyes of the other party. He knew that the other party would not love him, so he chose In order not to disturb, I chose not to be disturbed, and not to trouble others in the slightest.
Chosen, leaving the last dignity.
In his last life, when he died, he only said one sentence, that it was me who betrayed you, and there was no resentment between life and death.
In this life, I confessed to him that Chu Wanning was such a good person, so proud, but said: "I'm not good. I have never liked anyone."
Stepping on Xianjun... Mo Weiyu... everything... what did you do...
what have you done! ! !
Blind or stunned
Why can't we see through it, why can't we live up to Qing.
Chu nightning was lying on the bed, and the curtain had been dropped.
His face was hot, his heartbeat was fast, but his thoughts were frozen and flowed very slowly.
Compared with the person outside who couldn't feel the pure sweetness because of the sin of the soul, Chu nightning seemed so simple and clean.
He stretched out his five fingers and showed them in front of his eyes. When he returned to his senses, he found that he had covered the back of the other hand with one hand, and the palm and the back of the hand overlapped, just like when the ink burned him.
"… "
After reacting to what he was doing, Chu nightning was stunned, and then he became angry, hating himself for being so arrogant, so obsessed with the powerful strength of the guy just now, he couldn't get rid of it.
No prospects!
He let go of his hands viciously, and slapped his right hand with his left hand.
"Squeak."
The door was suddenly pushed open, and the curtain of night wind that was involved moved.
Chu nightning suddenly turned over and closed his eyes to pretend to sleep. He heard the man walk into the room and go to the bed. The tall figure covered the faint candlelight. Even through the curtain, he could feel the light suddenly dim, and the burning shadow cast on the bed, oppressing him and causing him Some breathless.
"Master, are you already asleep?"
The sound of the ink burning is very gentle, and for some reason, it is hoarse, as if soaked in the bitterness of the sea.
Chu nightning did not answer.
The ink burned in the same place for a while, and then rustled, it seemed that he was afraid of waking up Chu Wanning, so he slept in the place where he slept yesterday, and honestly made a floor for himself, and then blew it out candlelight.
The room was plunged into darkness in an instant, and even without the piles of spirit butterflies and begonias, the darkness was deeper than last night, sensually stimulating, oppressive, dreading what would happen in this dark night, and looking forward to it. What can happen in this dark night.
But the ink burned and did nothing. The man who used to go to a kiln and made a name for it, suddenly became so dumb, cautious, pity, and respectful.
He got dressed and lay down.
Chu nightning breathed a sigh of relief, and vaguely gave birth to some melancholy, but before he had time to feel ashamed of his melancholy, he heard the ink burning and rose from the ground. Then, Luo Wei moved slightly, and he opened the curtain of his bed.
Chu nightning's heart mentioned his throat, he was motionless, still curled up and fell asleep, and tried his best to adjust his breathing, hoping not to be noticed by the other party.
He didn't know that Mo Ran suddenly got up and wanted to do something.
He has never married a Taoist partner or broke his precepts. His only knowledge of sex comes from those inexplicable and absurd dreams.
He is like a person who has never been in the water before. He is more afraid of the turbulent waves than eager, and would rather find a small pool of water before he reaches his waist and jump twice. If he were to face the rush of the river all at once, he was afraid that he would drown in the whirlpool.
Therefore, he is actually afraid that the ink will burn and have more actions.
However, I don't know if it was because the ink burned and felt his slight trembling, or he heard his unsatisfactory heartbeat. The ink burned quietly for a while, and then he leaned over—
The bow is a little low, and Chu nightning can almost feel his hot and vigorous breath, and the hot chest seems to be pressed down.
But he just looked at him lowly for a while, tucked a stray strand of hair from his temple behind his ear, and after the quilt was rusted, he covered him with a warm quilt.
Chu nightning calmed down a little, feeling satisfied and dissatisfied. But in this way, the ink burning is still honest...
The word "people" is still in the brain, and the honest man will lower his head again. Chu nightning only had time to feel the soft and warm touch on his cheeks, and his head buzzed and set off a stormy wave, thorns. To the boulders on the shore, a thousand piles of snow splashed.
The burning breath haunts him, scorching him, and tormenting him.
He kissed his profile.
There are a few people who can face the sleeping face of their loved one, just watch with their hands, just cover the quilt, and just say good night.
Mo Weiyu exhausted all his restraint and patience, and the chains were deeply inserted into the flesh of desire, strangling others, but in the end, he misplaced this soft and gentle kiss.
The blood is rumbling, and the poor night Yuheng is wise and martial. I am calm and calm, and sassy and heroic, but in Mo Weiyu's hot and deep breathing, his cheeks are hot and his palms are sweating.
He couldn't think about anything for a while, he couldn't realize anything, he held his breath, his heart was beating so fast that he didn't seem to belong to him anymore. A clump of heat was ignited, and colorful light spots flashed in front of him. Dizzy, he could only barely realize one thing:
The ink is burning and kissing him.
Although only in profile.
As for other things, such as how long the ink burned and kissed, he didn't have the energy to think about it. His fingers were clenched under the quilt, sweating, and his eyelids couldn't stop shaking, trembling...
Fortunately, the night was very dark, and the lashes he couldn't help but twitched were not seen by the ink.
Fortunately, Chu nightning's face was too hot, and the whole person was drowsy, so he didn't feel it. When kissing, a drop of warm tears fell from the ink burning cheeks and smeared between his neck.
The author has something to say: The dog who learned the truth today is so guilty and uncomfortable, it will not break the rhythm of the smaller theater, tomorrow will be more~~