It was night, and the ink burned and looked at the wall.
Separated by a wall is the bedroom of Chu Wanning and Xue Meng.
The teacher loves to be clean, and the clothes that are changed and washed are neatly placed on the bed, without even a fold. Then he went downstairs to let Xiao Er bring hot water up to take a bath.
The sound insulation of this inn is not particularly good. When the room is quiet, you can vaguely hear the movement next to you.
Chu nightning seemed to say something, but he couldn't hear it clearly. But then Xue Meng's voice sounded -
"It seems to be a little tight."
The ink-burning dog's ears stood up and moved.
The little phoenix next door said, "Master, does it hurt?"
"...No problem, you can continue."
"I'll take it easy, it hurts you, tell me."
"It's long-winded, if you want to do it, if you don't do it, it doesn't matter."
The ink burned and opened his eyes in horror: "???"
Although I know it is impossible for the two people next door, what kind of dialogue is this? what are they doing
The dog's ears are all on the wall, and you can hear the vague rubbing sound of the clothes. If you are more careful, you can even hear the suppressed snort of Chu nightning.
This voice, how many times he heard Chu nightning on the bed, when his master was very cool or very painful, he was unwilling to make a sound, always biting his lower lip, and his eyes were moist and wet. red. At this time, as long as you use more force, you can hear the low breath of Chu Wanning's broken throat...
"Wait, wait a minute." Chu nightning's voice was hoarse and said in a low voice, "There... don't touch it."
"Okay." Xue Meng hesitated for a moment and whispered, "The teacher, you...you come by yourself?"
"Um."
where
What's the mess? Where not to touch? What comes by yourself? What the hell are these two doing!
The burning face is black.
When he reacted, he had already knocked on the door next door.
There was a hurried noise inside. The pup's face became even worse, and he took a breath and said, "Master, you—"
The door creaked open.
Xue Meng stood neatly inside, holding half of the gauze stained with blood in his hand, squinting his eyes and staring at himself inexplicably.
"What are you doing? Huhuuuuuu in the night. Did you hit a ghost?"
The ink burned his mouth, and then closed it stupidly. Looking over Xue Meng, I saw Chu nightning sitting at the table, with new gauze and wound medicine on the table.
"You are here..."
Xue Meng glared at him: "The medicine, the injury on the shoulder of the master is not completely healed. I haven't changed the medicine for a few days, and a few wounds are stuffy again."
Ink burning: "..."
He asked dumbly: "Then, that's too tight..."
"Too tight?" Xue Meng frowned and thought for a while, "Oh, gauze, it was too tight before, and some blood was sticking to the wound, and it was almost impossible to get it down."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped and looked at the ink burning with suspicion.
"You overheard us?"
Mo Ran rolled his eyes and barely cleaned up his embarrassed face: "The partition of this inn is so thin, who eavesdropped on it, if you don't believe me, go to the side and listen to it. If you stick to the wall, you can even hear the sound of breathing. ."
"Oh, is it?" Xue Meng nodded, and after a while, he felt something was wrong, "-wait, how do you know? Have you heard it against the wall?"
Ink burning: "..."
Xue Meng was furious: "Mo Weiyu, you are so perverted!"
The ink burned angrily: "Who knows if you will do something inferior to the master!"
Xue Meng is a pure person. He didn't know what he was talking about. He didn't understand what the ink burned, so he was even more angry: "What nonsense are you talking about!" He turned his head and said aggrievedly, "Master, look at him-"
Chu nightning put on a robe and closed the loose clothes, while arranging his hair, he walked over coldly and looked up and down the ink burned his eyes.
"What's up?"
"I... I heard it next door..." Mo Ran faltered, biting his head, "What, I thought Xue Meng bullied you..."
"What?" Chu nightning didn't understand, he narrowed his eyes, "Who bullied me?"
The ink burns and can't wait to slap his own ear: "..."
Looking at each other in embarrassment, the teacher came up.
"A burning? Why are you at the door of the master's room?"
"I... uh..." The ink burned even more, "That, some misunderstanding."
The teacher smiled and said, "Has the misunderstanding been resolved?"
"It's solved and solved." The ink burned again and again, "Master, didn't you let Xiao Er send hot water to take a bath? The master hasn't washed it yet, I'll go downstairs and let them send a little more."
The teacher said: "No need." He took out four small bamboo signs and smiled, "Little Er said, there is a natural hot spring soup next to the inn, and the store has built a special bathhouse. With this sign, you can Go wash and give each of you one."
Mo Ran felt that he had a broken sleeve and should not go to the bath with the other three people.
Xue Meng also forgets it, the teacher is holy in his eyes as a god, and he dare not think about it. But Chu nightning he knows, from the several intimate contacts after rebirth, it is very likely that he will be stunned when he takes off his clothes.
The ink burned immediately and said: "I'm not going."
Xue Meng was shocked: "You sleep without taking a bath? So dirty!"
The ink burned: "I asked Xiaoer to bring hot water up."
The teacher said inexplicably: "This inn does not heat hot water, and all the guests go to the hot spring soup to take a bath."
Ink burning: "..."
There was no way, Mo Ran had to take a change of clothes with them and go to the hot spring soup to take a bath. This inn also knows how to make things happen, and understands that most of the people who come here are Taoists who go to Jin Chengchi to seek swords, so they simply named the bathhouse "Jin Cheng Xuying" to ask for a good head.
Mo Ran was afraid that he would faint and did not dare to collide with the other two. He hurriedly changed his clothes and wrapped a bath towel around his waist. He ran to the bath first and found a secluded place to soak.
Since it was very late, there were not many people in the bath, and they were scattered far away. A white towel was placed on the ink-burning head, and the whole person and half of his face were submerged under the water. , when you exhale, purring bubbles.
The first person finished dressing and came out naked with long legs.
The ink burned and glanced at it, relieved, it was okay, it was Xue Meng.
Although Xue Gongzi is handsome, he is not the dish of stepping on Xianjun. The two looked at each other and Xue Meng pointed at him: "You stay away from me."
"What?"
"I think you are dirty."
Ink burning: "Haha."
The fog in the bathhouse was misty, and after a while, Xue Meng, who was wiping his body with acacia, suddenly said: "Master, here!"
The ink burned half of his face in the water, and he almost choked when he heard the words. Although he knew that he shouldn't look more, his eyes still couldn't help but look to the shore.
This glance was really fatal, and the ink was caught off guard. He immediately drank two sips of bath water and went in. He didn't care about nausea, and quickly dived himself deeper, only revealing a pair of eyes on the water.
He never expected that Chu nightning and the teacher came out together.
Two people, one slender and soft, with long black hair and a bath towel, is the teacher.
Mo Ran should have wanted to peek at him the most, but in the end he just glanced at it and passed. He really respects his teacher like the bright moon, and he doesn't dare to stare at him at will.
But a tall and stern, wide shoulders and narrow waist, strong body and tight skin, it is Chu Wanning. He had a high ponytail and was wearing a large white bathrobe. He covered his body tightly, but the robe was too wide, and the front of the shirt was still not taut, revealing a large smooth and firm chest. .
The ink burned and stared at him, feeling that he would be suffocated by the hot spring and cooked.
Want to look away.
But his eyes were just disobedient, and he couldn't move a single bit, and the roots of his ears slowly turned red.
Across the mist, Chu nightning seemed to glance at him, but he didn't seem to look at him. He casually put a layer of waterproof enchantment on the position where he was wrapped in gauze, and then stepped into the hot spring. Seeing his legs, the lines are tight, straight and slender.
Ink burning: "..."
He couldn't take it any longer, closed his eyes and sank to the bottom of the water.
Even with the obstruction of the towel around my waist, my own reaction is too...
Mo Ran felt very wronged.
He really doesn't like Chu Wanning, and hates Chu Wanning very much.
However, the body remembers the cloud and rain in the past, and the lost souls that can erode iron bones into tenderness. Also remember all the blushing, absurd things between them.
Adam's apple rolls, and the inner world is at war.
The ink burned and finally cried.
He was afraid that it was the first time that he despised himself so much—how could it be like this? The teacher is still in front of him, what is it that he is hysterical to Chu nightning
Even if the past life is skin-to-skin, the love of fish and water.
It's all in the past.
If I remember the body of Chu nightning so much, what is it to my sister? How disrespectful, how bad.
Eyes, nose, nose, and heart suppressed the evil thoughts for a long time, and the ink burned finally suppressed an evil fire in the lower abdomen. Only then did he emerge from the water, he shook off the water droplets, wiped the water off his face with a towel, and opened a pair of hazy eyes.
Unbiased, facing the face of Chu Wanning.
And the water just now was thrown on the face of Chu nightning. At this moment, a drop of water was swaying and dripping down, suddenly seeping into his sharp black eyebrows, and then dripping down little by little, almost dripping into the beautiful phoenix eyes.
Chu nightning: "..."
Ink burning: "..."
This is really bad, I just dived underwater to hold my breath, and I can't see the surrounding situation.
Chu nightning did not know that the ink burned potential this position, and came over to take the incense box. As a result, before the incense was obtained, the person who suddenly appeared splashed his face with water.
This hot spring is very deep, and the buoyancy is not small. When the ink burned and dizzy, he was about to step back. As a result, his feet slipped and fell into the arms of Chu nightning.
"what!"
"… "
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Today's Small Theater "The world in your ears is different from mine"
Phoenix: It seems to be a little tight.
Puppy: ! ! ? ? ! !
Phoenix: Master, does it hurt
Big White Cat: No problem, you can continue.
Phoenix: I'll take it easy, it hurts you and tell me.
Big White Cat: Long-winded, if you want to do it, if you don't do it, it doesn't matter.
Little milk dog: Wang Wang Wang! ! ! What are the muds doing! ! ! angry! ! Wang Wang Wang!
Phoenix: ... ah? I'm pinching the shoulders of Master.
Puppy: That tight means...
Phoenix: The shoulder muscles are tense, otherwise what do you think it is
Puppy: …
Years later.
The handsome and mighty Erha (Is there such a creature?): It seems to be a little tight.
Phoenix: ! ! ? ? ! !
Erha: Master, does it hurt
Big White Cat: No problem, you can continue.
Erha: I'll take it easy, it hurts you and tell me.
Big White Cat: Long-winded, if you want to do it, if you don't do it, it doesn't matter.
Fenghuanger pondered for a moment at the door, and concluded that Erha was pinching the shoulders of Master.
Alas~ Stupid Ha's hands are so powerful. Little Phoenix rolled his eyes, thinking about it—just pinching his shoulders, Master's voice seems to be a little hoarse, bad review, bad review.
He shook his feathers and walked away, not knowing that he had missed an opportunity to be a savior of a bird (helplessly spread his hands)