Chapter 136: Master, Relax

Mo Ran was cutting rice when a hand behind him grabbed his belt and pulled it down, which was a frightening feeling.

It was Chu Wanning, who almost fell over, that made it all the more frightening.

Mo Ran dropped his scythe and turned to help him, but Chu Wanning had flung himself so hard that almost half of his body had fallen to the ground, and he could not be helped, so he had to be held. The faint scent of begonias, and the white floating man, fell solidly into his arms, and Mo Ran wrapped his arms around him without a second thought, scattering the straw he had been holding in his arms.

"Master, what are you doing here," he said, startled, "I was startled."

Chu Wanning :""

"It's slippery in these water fields, so be careful."

The person in her arms bowed her head and didn't say anything, already embarrassed and unable to say half a word. It was the singing Sichuan girl who was still relentlessly pulling out her voice: "I'm pulling on Lang's belt, when is he coming?"

As if struck by a cold bolt of electricity, Chu Wanning withdrew his grip on Mo Ran's sash and steadied himself. He gasped and pushed her away, his demeanour still calm, but his eyes were amazingly bright, brimming with light, and he was clearly frazzled, but he was still calm.

"" Mo Ran suddenly saw that his earrings were red.

He suddenly remembered what it was like to hold this earring in his previous life, remembering that every time he did so, Chu Wanning would shiver minutely, and even though he was extremely reluctant, he could hardly escape in his arms in the end, and his iron bones would become spring mud.

With a lump in her throat, Mo Ran's gaze could not help but turn darker

Chu Wanning was furious and angry, not knowing who she was angry with, and said through clenched teeth, "What's there to see?"

Snapping back to his senses, a chill ran through his heart.

Bastards

I have done something wrong to my master because of my own selfish desire. My master is so proud, how can he be willing to be submissive, not to mention submissive?

Mo Ran shook her head repeatedly, tossing it like a rattle.

Chu Wanning added angrily, "What are you doing wagging your tail for fun?"

"" Mo Ran immediately stopped shaking again, but glanced at him.

The man was clearly ashamed, yet he habitually pulled the mask of annoyance over his face, and it was easy to tell the colour in his eyes when you looked closely.

I'm afraid he felt very humiliated to fall in front of his pupil, or to fall because of a croaking frog.

So cute.

Mo Ran couldn't help but laugh.

When he laughed, Chu Wanning became even more furious, his black eyebrows rose in anger, and he was even angry with his nose: "What are you laughing at again? I just can't farm or plough, what's so funny?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's not funny, it's not funny." Mo Ran coaxed him nicely, and he immediately curbed his smile and became serious, but the smile at the corners of his lips was hidden, but the ones under his eyes could not be hidden, they were still bright and indescribably brilliant.

After a while, it seemed that the matter would be over, but then the frog, which had managed to hop up to the monopoly, puffed out its cheeks and "croaked" twice, as if in protest.

Mo Ran breaks down and fails to hold it in, tilting her face away and hiding her hand under the tip of her nose as if to cover it up with a cough.

But I couldn't hide it, so I let out a poof of laughter.

"" Chu Wanning was simply furious and was about to climb up to the monopoly when Mo Ran shouted at him to stop him.

The two men were so close that if it had been normal, Mo Ran would have pulled him right in. But today he didn't, he still had the heat of Chu Wanning in his arms and the scent of begonias on Chu Wanning's clothes seemed to linger on the tip of his nose.

He felt his heart soften and wanted to melt away.

But he did not dare to let his heart melt away; the man before him was so good that he wanted to hold him in high esteem and respect him as a god, not willing to hurt him half as much as he could with his own vulgarity.

So he simply called out to him, "Master."

"What, you haven't laughed enough?" Chu Wanning squints at him.

Mo Ran's pear swirl was beautiful, and it wasn't mocking, but gentle: "You want to learn for fun? I'll teach you, it's not difficult at all. Master is so smart, I'm sure he'll learn it in no time."

When Mo Ran showed him how to cut rice, Chu Wanning couldn't help thinking that he had come here to learn from him, but now he was here to learn from him.

What a mess.

But Mo Ran taught him carefully and thoughtfully, and didn't laugh at his clumsy technique.

His eyebrows were dark and deep as ink, and his features were sharper than when he was younger, with the sharpness of a knife and an axe.

"That's it, use dexterity, got it?"

"Hmm."

Chu Wanning did as he was told, but unfortunately he was still not very flexible, as he usually plays with hard wood, and these soft stalks were too much for him.

Mo Ran watched for a moment, stretching out his well-defined, muscular arm to help him adjust his grip on the scythe.

The skin-to-skin contact is fleeting, Mo Ran doesn't dare to touch him more than he has to, and Chu Wanning doesn't dare to let him touch him more than he has to.

One is a torrent that has no outlet, the other is a puddle that is nearly dry, but when he enters him, he can be tightly entwined, he no longer rages without an outlet, and he can be irrigated and watered and licked and cracked.

But they just avoid each other and avoid each other.

He taught him from behind him, "Come down a little more on your fingers and be careful not to cut yourself."

One said with unmistakable stiffness, "I know."

"Relax a little more, you don't have to be so stiff."

""

"Relax."

But the more Mo Ran said this, the tighter Chu Wanning's back tensed and the stiffer his hands became.

Relax, he didn't want to relax, but to put it mildly, Mo Ran was talking to him from a stone's throw away, his breath was even on the back of his ear, the airflow was hot and heavy, with this man's unique wild smell, how could he relax?

Inexplicably, the shameful dream that I had had came back to my mind.

In the dream it was almost the same gesture, Mo Ran was also in his ear, her lips brushing against his ear drop before she could press it.

He gasped, "Relax don't hold me so tight."

Chu Wanning's face flushed red for a moment.

He fought to break away from such strange recollections, but one thing led to another, and he shook off this one, only to think of that one again Xianxia Shengnian Yingjie Size Ranking

""

Chu Wanning feels like his head is smoking.

Mo Ran was puzzled: "Why are you so tense you put"

"I've relaxed." Chu Wanning glanced back, his eyes springing and flaming with rage as he glared at him, so close it was almost about to become a sword and pierce Mo Ran's heart.

It was clear that both of them had their hearts beating like drums, but they were beating so hard they couldn't be heard next door unless he came closer, unless his chest was pressed against his back, unless he held his hand, nibbled on the tip of his ear, took his earlobe and murmured to him under his breath, "Relax, don't be nervous." Unless then, they could understand each other.

But apparently Mo Ran doesn't, and neither does Chu Wanning.

So Mo Ran withdrew his hand somewhat awkwardly, straightened up sarcastically and said, "Then, Master, try it yourself"

"Hmm."

Mo Ran smiled at him again, picked up his own scythe and cut the rice not far from him. After two cuts, he suddenly thought of something and turned his head again, "Master."

"What for?" Chu Wanning grimaced.

Mo Ran pointed to his shoes and said, "Take these boots off."

"Not off."

"It's easy to fall if you don't take them off." Mo Ran was earnest, "You're slippery on the bottom of these boots, and not every time you fall, I can pull you in time."

"" Chu Wanning thought without gloom, but eventually went to the edge of the monopoly, took off his shoes and socks, dropped them by the haystack and returned barefoot to the paddy, burying his head in the rustling and cutting the rice.

By midday, Chu Wanning had finally got to grips with the scythe and was moving smoothly, and the rice he and Mo Ran had cut was piled high in a mountain of gold.

After cutting another patch in one go, Chu Wanning gets tired and gets up to take a breather, wiping the sweat from the corner of his sleeve. The breeze blows through the golden waves of rice, bringing a cool autumn breeze, and when he sneezes, Mo Ran turns around, concerned.

"Isn't it a bit cold?"

"Nope." Chu Wanning shook his head, "Just got some grass and wood dust in my nose."

Mo Ran then laughed and was about to say something when he heard a peasant girl's voice under a mulberry tree in the distance, shouting with a caged mouth, "It's time for lunch!"

"It's the girl who just sang, isn't it?" Chu Wanning said without looking back.

Mo Ran sidled over, put his hand on the arch of his brow, looked out at it from a distance and said, "It's really her. The Master heard it."

"Well, shouting for dinner sounds so choppy, no one else." Chu Wanning said, carrying the last basket of straw over to the grain pile and not bothering to put on his shoes, which were already so dirty anyway, and headed for the mulberry tree. Mo Ran laughed and shook his head, immediately picking up his footwear which he had left in situ and catching up with him.

The peasant rice is cooked in a large pot. Four or five peasant women carry three wooden buckets, which are uncovered, one with steaming white rice, one with roast pork with cabbage, and another with tofu and green vegetable soup.

In fact, the livelihood of Lower Fairy World is not very good, and meat is a bit of a luxury for the common people, but when Your Mightiness from the Top of the Dead came, the village headman said he could not serve them all vegetables, so he made sure to include a lot of bacon in the roast pork with cabbage.

Once the lid of the bucket was lifted, the villagers, all of whom were big and burly, could not help but gag at the smell of meat.

"The food is not very good, Your Mightiness." The village chief's wife was a large, round woman in her fifties, speaking with a loud voice and a big, cheerful smile, "It's all our own cured meat and grown vegetables, don't mind."

Mo Ran waved his hand, "I don't mind, I don't mind." He said, "I don't mind, I don't mind." He punched two bowls full of rice and gave them to his master, and then took a bowl for himself.

Chu Wanning looked into the bucket and saw a layer of spicy cabbage and roast pork, so he was a bit scared, but the lady was particularly enthusiastic and beckoned him, giving him a large spoonful of hot soup and several pieces of bright red meat.

""For Shu people who can eat spicy food, it is naturally delicious to the core. But for Chu Wanning, this bowl will probably kill him.

Chu Wanning was at a standstill when a hand came up with another bowl and handed it to him.

The bowl of tofu and vegetable soup was a little lighter, but Chu Wanning liked it.

"Change one with me." Mo Ran said.

"It's out of the way, you eat your food." Chu Wanning didn't bother to pick it up.

When the lady saw this, she was a bit dumbfounded, and it took her half a day to react, slapping her head and shouting, "Oops, is it this Your Mightiness who can't eat spicy food"

Chu Wanning saw her guilt and said, "No, I can eat a little." He said and took a handful of rice doused in soup to his mouth.

""

After a few moments of silence, Chu Wanning's face turned redder and redder in full view of everyone, his taut lines trembling slightly, and finally...

"Cough cough cough."

The coughing was alarming.

Who says that the only things in this world that cannot be endured are love poverty and sneezing.

Obviously there is still chilli.

Chu Wanning, who had overestimated himself and underestimated the pepper, was choked to the point of blushing and speechlessness.

He raised his face, his face was already flushed, and his eyes were shining, so he looked at Mo Ran with tears in his eyes and said hoarsely, "More."

Also.

Chu Wanning is clearly talking about another bowl of soup, but Mo Ran's eyes, this begonia-like face, are so hot that she can't help but run away.

For a moment it was as if he saw the man lying beneath him again in his previous life, gasping for breath, opening his unfocused, lax eyes, his body shivering thinly, his wet, watery lips opening and closing slightly, his voice raspy, unable to stop moaning, "Please want more"