Chapter 133: The Master is most puritanical

Mo Ran was drinking a pearly white when he felt something touch his leg, he subconsciously tried to move away, but before he could, the touch became more pronounced, almost against him.

He was slightly stunned, not understanding for a moment what had happened. It was only when Shi Mei sat up straight again and he looked at that magnificent face with its thin red tinge, her lips pursed and her brows lowered as if she was preoccupied, that Mo Ran suddenly realised

That was just

"Cough cough cough" Mo Ran choked instantly.

In his heart, Shi Mei had always been like a white snowflake, a willow-tipped crescent moon, to be viewed from afar but not to be played with. Although he loved him so much that he could die for him, he rarely thought of Shi Mei in terms of love, let alone put it into practice.

But was such a pure and unblemished person just touching him

The idea startled Mo Ran and he shook his head like a rattle because it was so intimidating.

"Nothing."

How could he touch him in front of the Master?

This, this is not something Shi Mei would do!

Mo Ran's face was more complicated, more of a shock than a surprise.

After a long pause, he heard Shi Mei call out in a gentle voice, "The chopsticks are dirty, waiter, so please go and get a new pair."

The waiter came and went at the sound of his voice. Mo Ran turned his head with compassion and was confronted by Shi Mei's clear, light face. Sensing that someone was looking at her, Shi Mei lifted her peach blossom eyes a few inches, and with a smile that was if anything, fell on Mo Ran.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Shi Mei said, "The chopsticks fell in the wrong place, right by your feet."

"Oh." Mo Ran sighed with relief, his heart easing. It was true that he had been overthinking things. He was about to say a few more words to Shi Mei to lighten the mood when she turned her face away and got up to get a ladle of soup.

Feeling guilty about the thought, Mo Ran said, "Let me help you scoop."

"No, I'll just do it myself."

With that, he rolled up his sleeves and calmly served himself the three fresh soups.

The soup had been placed by Mo Ran, close to Chu Wanning and far from Shi Mei, and it hadn't felt like it when he was sitting, but now that he was standing up to scoop it, the distance was so stark that he almost had to stretch his arms to reach it from the other end of the table.

One spoonful, two spoonfuls, slow and deliberate.

Mo Ran :""

Shi Mei met his troubled eyes and did not say a word, just smiled slightly and looked down to continue ladling her own soup.

Mo Ran felt a little awkward and when Shi Mei had finished ladling, he asked Chu Wanning if he wanted some. Chu Wanning said no and he moved the soup to the middle, not too close to anyone and not too far away, just the right spot.

His benefactor and his favourite person.

The original should not have been biased.

During the meal, Shi Mei suddenly said, "Mo Ran, you really know how to behave nowadays, and you are no longer the disciple who would make your master angry. So there's something that I want to say to you and to say sorry to your master, as we are all three here today."

Mo Ran saw the solemnity of his words and stared, "What is it?"

"Do you remember the first time I made a bowl of dumplings and sent them to you" Shi Mei said, "I didn't make that bowl of dumplings, I never could wrap the pasta, that was"

Mo Ran just laughed, "I thought it was something. So it's this one, I knew it already."

"Ah, you were already" Shi Mei was slightly stunned, her eyes widened and she turned her head to Chu Wanning who was minding her own good drink, "it was the Master who told you"

"No, I saw it before I went to the ghost world." Mo Ran was about to elaborate, when suddenly Chu Wanning put down his wine and coughed lightly, giving him a stern, cold look.

Mo Ran knew that he had a thin skin and naturally did not want others to know his soft spot, so he said to Shi Mei, "Anyway, five years ago I already understood the causes and consequences, so it's too long to talk about it, so I won't."

Shi Mei nodded, "That's good." He said to Chu Wanning, "Master, when you refused to bring Mo Ran the casserole yourself and asked me to bring it to him, I didn't think it would be a problem. I wanted to explain this to Mo Ran myself, but I couldn't get the words out of my mouth. "

"No harm done, I was the one who didn't let you talk about it in the first place. What's your fault."

"But I am overwhelmed with myself and feel that I have robbed the Master of his heart. Master, I am sorry for you." Said Shi Mei, lowering her eyes and asking again half-heartedly, " Mo Ran, I can't live up to you either."

Mo Ran never blamed Shi Mei for this, although his initial kindness to Shi Mei was caused by a copy of Chu Wanning's hand, but later Shi Mei's warmth was genuine, and Shi Mei only did what Chu Wanning asked her to do, without any intention of taking credit for it.

Mo Ran said, "No, no, no, no, you don't care about that. It's been a long time coming."

He looked at Shi Mei in the light of the lamp, a face he had never seen before in his previous life, for in his previous life Shi Mei had died at this time, her youthfulness fading in the wind before her prime, a lifelong pain to him.

He didn't even have the chance to know that Shi Mei would look like this when she lived to be twenty-four years old.

Tall, with a face as ice-white as jade and a pair of peach blossom eyes filled with spring water, she looks so gentle that she is afraid to be soft when she is angry.

His clenched, wrinkled heart slowly loosened, and he sighed darkly, suddenly feeling happy, warm and grounded in his heart.

Although he feels a bit stranger than the nineteen-year-old Shi Mei, the twenty-four-year-old is not as intimate as he once was, and perhaps it is because of this strangeness that he even thought that "Shi Mei would touch his calf". But Mo Ran felt that with time he would get used to it. As for his feelings, he didn't want to force them anymore, so he just let them be.

After five years of wandering around, with no trace of him and a couple of dangers, not sure if the fake Gouchen had done it on purpose, but all in all, the hand behind it had not yet been extended or caught, Mo Ran felt that there was no peace ahead and he could not afford to be complacent.

These two people around him, even if he were to put his own life on the line, he would protect them for the rest of his life.

Mo Ran's side had let go of the demon for the time being, but little did he know that the demon, never to be left idle, had spared him, but had moved on to climb another man.

Perhaps because he had eaten too much in the evening, Chu Wanning soon became a little sleepy when he returned. He had wanted to work on the new mech drawings overnight, but only halfway through, he was yawning. After a few moments, he finally blinked sleepily and fell asleep in bed without even changing his clothes.

Sleep was muddled and I dreamed a lot of messy things.

First, the size ranking of the Xianxia sector's prime performers, and then the majestic and powerful body seen in the Miaoyin Pool.

In the hazy candlelight, Chu Wanning's brow furrowed slightly as if she wanted to escape from this shameless dream, but she couldn't help herself and gradually sank deeper and deeper into it.

Then he had the same dream he had before.

The Loyalty Palace is a different place, a different life.

A thoroughly mature Mo Weiyu cupped his chin, his eyes malicious and mocking, and spoke obscenely to him.

He said, "You let me fuck once, and I'll agree to your terms."

This Mo Weiyu was not quite the same as the Mo Ran he had seen, looking too frantic and his handsome face was pale, his skin not the wheatish colour he had seen.

"Get down on your knees and lick me properly yourself."

The jumbled sentences came intermittently from the depths of the nightmare, as if something in the skull was about to break free, about to break free from its chains and lunge at Chu Wanning.

He felt unnerved, yet inexplicably tormented by excitement.

In his dream, he saw Mo Ran approaching him, tearing at his clothes, the sound of them shredding never before so clear, followed by a violent blackness, as if he had sunk into a quagmire.

Like countless times before, this dream breaks here again.

If it were before, after the dream had broken, he would have slept peacefully, and the night would have been free of further disturbances. But today, for some reason, after the dream ended, a shimmering light slowly lit up before his eyes again.

Chu Wanning tried to see what was in front of him, but the new dream was so blurred that it felt like a layer of vapour. He could not see around him, only a blur of scarlet.

He could not see, but his senses of smell and touch became clearer and even more sensitive as the dream unfolded. Suddenly he felt an unspeakable rush of love and burning, and he saw a fit body swaying before him, pressed against him. Chu Wanning was taken aback and instinctively tried to struggle, but the body seemed not to be his, but to belong to himself in the dream.

He felt himself shuddering uncontrollably, he could hear the man panting heavily, the burning air stream spraying against his ear, his lips touching his ear drop now and then but just not kissing him, not taking it in.

He turned his head sideways, and beneath him was a large, soft bed that creaked and swayed with the movements of the two men, and he could even smell the wild, fishy stench of fierce animal pelts, and the bed appeared to be covered with animal skins. He tried to reach out and grab the mattress as he floated, but he didn't have the strength.

The man was so fierce, so hard, it seemed to tear his body apart, and he heard the moan that spilled from his throat, hoarse and muffled.

He shook his head in desperation and tried to break free, but the man's strength was so strong that it seemed to break him in pieces in his hands. Chu Wanning felt his scalp tingle and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Perhaps the dream was too real and too exhausting, and Chu Wanning did not wake up until midday the next day, when he lay on his bed, unable to regain consciousness for half a day. When he inclined his head, he seemed to be able to smell the animal skins from his dream, with the fishy sweetness of the wild.

But blink and you are still lying on the cold, dark rosewood bed of the red lotus water salon, all is well and nothing is wrong.

Only

Chu Wanning stiffened and slowly lowered his eyes to look beneath him.

""

Because of his mindfulness, he has rarely had any physical reactions due to his years of abstinence, and Elder Yu Heng found himself with a shameful morning erection.

All these years of purification have not gone to the belly of a dog

And what were those dreams yesterday? How could he have dreamt that kind of messy scene? How could how could that happen?

Was it really just a case of seeing Mo Ran's body once at Miaoyin Pool and accidentally reading that "amazing" dirty book?

Chu Wanning's face was blackened, his face buried in his hands, rubbed hard and raised again, still black.

What's wrong with you?

Pursing her lips, she wanted to dip her body in the cold lotus pool to cool down the fire in her heart. But before she could even land on her toes, she sensed that the boundary of the red lotus water pond had fluctuated.

Someone is coming in.

Chu Wanning immediately paled and pulled the blanket over his lower body, but the man's steps were fast, so he thought he was walking lightly, and he heard the door slam twice.

"Master, are you up yet?"

It was the same voice as the man in the dream. Only in the dream this voice was lower and wetter, drenched in infinite love and eagerness.

The voice at the door was calm and respectful, even a little worried, probably because he was a little anxious to see that Chu Wanning had not woken up at this late hour.

Chu Wanning leaned back on the bed, cuddled up under the blanket, listening to such a voice, the wall between dream and reality seemed to be broken down, all the lingering and fierce clashes in the dream were illuminated by the voice of the man outside, and the tide of emotions surged, making it even more difficult to calm down.

He was about to lie down and pretend to sleep when he heard Mo Ran outside saying, "Master, are you in the house if you can, I'll come in."

I'm coming in.

It was a simple phrase, but it made Chu Wanning think of the man in his dream, lying on top of him, his lips opening and closing, the heat of his masculinity almost burning him.

The man gasped, "Relax, I'm coming in."

Chu Wanning's face flushed red, and he sat dumbly on the bed, his clothes in disarray, his heart on fire, his eyes seemingly filled with ruthlessness and resentment, but that ruthlessness and resentment were like the gravel on the shore, cold and jagged in the winter, which made people afraid to look at it, but when the spring waters began to unravel and the tide flowed, the sharp teeth were drowned in the soft, rippling light, and there was no trace of malice.

Rarely has he been so embarrassed and overwhelmed, and almost never has he felt such a strong desire.

He stayed where he was until Mo Ran pushed the door in and he reacted with a start, trying to pretend to be asleep but it was too late.

When Mo Ran entered, he saw Chu Wanning sitting on the bed, his dark ink hair spread all over his face, which glowed like an icy lake in the sunlight, and the man's eyebrows and eyes were so stern that they looked up at him like a frosty blade at first, with a few inches of cold light flowing from the scabbard.

However, the ends of his eyes were thin red, so the cold light was tinged with charm, ruthlessness entwined with humiliation, as if whoever had just tortured him had done something indescribable to him, eyes containing stubbornness and a wet, watery hue.

Mo Ran looked at him in silence, this man was like a stamen growing out of a thorn bush, he slowed his breathing so much that he felt as if a boulder had fallen into his chest, sending up a huge wave.

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