Chapter 137: The Master and I Staying Out

Mo Ran's fingertips trembled a little and her heart was beating too fast for words.

The saddest thing about men is that their sexual desires are not governed by reason, and even though they may not want to, they still get hot and itchy.

He cursed himself, adjusted his sitting position so as not to be seen, and then leaned over to give Chu Wanning another bowl of soup.

As he passed the bowl of soup, his fingers brushed against Chu Wanning's. He was startled and felt a tingling sensation like lightning running through his spine.

Chu Wanning frowned, but he took the soup and drank it to soothe the painful spicy sensation between his lips. Mo Ran watched without saying a word as his lips turned red from the spice, like fresh fruit among the leaves and flowers on the branches.

It is soft, warm and moist to the touch.

"Snap."

Mo Ran flung himself a slap in the face.

The crowd stared at him in awe and silence.

Mo Ran snapped back to attention, cleared his throat in a muffled voice without embarrassment and said, "There's a mosquito in my face."

"Ouch." Suddenly a loud female voice rang out, fussing, "The mosquitoes are most poisonous in autumn, they drink their fill of blood for the winter, Your Mightiness has brought herbal ointment."

"Ah," Mo Ran froze and looked at the voice. The speaker was an older girl with beautiful hair in a black braid, wearing a turquoise coat, picturesque eyebrows and white skin, but with bold eyes that immediately became more and more enthusiastic when they met Mo Ran's gaze.

Mo Ran didn't react for a moment, thinking, "Oh, it's the girl who sang the little song.

She was a woman who had given birth to seven children and had a better understanding of the minds of girls than anyone else, so she said, "Your Mightiness won't be staying in the village for long. Send a jar to Your Mightiness."

The girl called Ling smiled brightly, "Of course, I'll bring it to Your Mightiness tonight."

"Mo Ran had no time to say anything before the two passionate women decided for him, one after the other. He turned his head to see Chu Wanning wiping the soup stains from his hands with a disgusted look on his face as he pulled out a handkerchief.

Mo Ran, who is not good with women, whispered to Chu Wanning, "I've got soup on my hands too, so lend me your handkerchief when you're done."

Chu Wanning then handed him his own handkerchief, still embroidered with begonias.

Mo Ran remembers the handkerchief he used at Peach Blossom Yard. Chu Wanning seemed aloof and aloof, but he was actually a long-suffering man. I just didn't expect that even this handkerchief would be the same.

It's been so long that the embroidery on it has dulled, and this old-fashioned person has not discarded it.

Mo Ran wiped her hands and took a closer look at the handkerchief, suddenly realising that although the flowers were meticulously embroidered, the stitching was not very good, and it looked like the work of a beginner, so she froze for a moment.

I thought to myself, "I guess my master stabbed the begonia himself when he was bored, and when I thought of my master poking the begonia with a serious face, Mo Ran couldn't help but laugh!

The handkerchief was taken away by Chu Wanning when he tried to look more closely.

Mo Ran said, "Take it away for what, I'll wash it for you."

"I can wash them myself." Chu Wanning said, picking up the dishes again. Mo Ran, not willing to watch him die again, hastily switched bowls with him and said, "Eat my bowl, I haven't touched it."

The mayor's wife also said, "Your Mightiness, if you can't eat spicy food, don't eat it, it's fine, it's fine."

Chu Wanning pursed his lips and said with a half-hearted look, "Sorry." Mo Ran took his bowl and chopsticks and was about to eat when he thought that Chu Wanning had already eaten a bite of it.

He took a fatty, lean piece of pancetta and brought it to his mouth, his chopsticks if anything biting through his teeth and brushing against his lips

In his previous life, he had done nothing out of the ordinary with Chu Wanning, but in this life he had only licked the chopsticks he used and pressed his lips against the bowl he used.

Surprisingly, it was just that and it was a hot mess.

Even though he admonished himself harshly, and again, he ordered himself three times not to harbour lustful thoughts towards his pure and innocent master, his heart was not like his own; he could make himself not touch him, but he could not do without thinking of him.

He had no more hatred for Chu Wanning and thought that, stripped of his hatred, his feelings for his mentor should be nothing more than respect and affection.

But he seems to be wrong. When the black veil of hatred falls away, what is revealed is a moist love, a burning lust. He drifts in the sea of lust and tries to climb the driftwood of reason, but one glance from Chu Wanning, one light word, can drag him back into the abyss of desire.

He thought he was really crazy.

Chu Wanning does not like men, so Mo Ran will not touch him or bully him even if it kills him.

And so desire burned in his heart into a sea of fire, roiling into an ocean, and he was in such deep water that he even forgot everything else, except for the pure person before him, who slept in the cavity of his not-so-pure heart.

The autumn breeze rustled up, the sound of rice and frogs, and he sat beside him, and at this moment, Mo Ran suddenly thought absurdly that it seemed fine if they could just stay like this for the rest of their lives. He used to feel that he lacked everything and had to grab everything like crazy, but now he feels that he has everything and doesn't dare to ask for more.

The farming season takes about half a month or so, and during this time Chu Wanning and Mo Ran live in Yuliang Village.

Although the village was not rich, it was not difficult to pack two empty houses, but it was a bit more difficult. The village headman's wife gritted her teeth and shared two thick mattresses with Mo Ran, but they both declined in unison.

Chu Wanning said, "It's also warm to lay straw, so keep it for yourselves."

Mo Ran also smiled and said, "At least I'm an immortal, so I can't steal the bedding from you."

The village headman was full of apologies and said repeatedly, "I'm really sorry, there used to be more mattresses, but last year when the evil spirits were haunting the village, the water went away and many things were"

Chu Wanning said, "It's okay."

After a few more words of comfort, the village chief and his wife finally faltered and left. Mo Ran helped Chu Wanning to straighten the bed again, laying thicker straw under the covers and trying to soften the bed as much as he could, a bit like a dog busy carrying padded pillows into the house.

Chu Wanning leaned over the table, looked faintly at it and said, "That's about it, if you keep making it, I'm afraid I won't be sleeping in a bed, I'll be sleeping in a pile of grain."

Mo Ran was a little embarrassed by his comment and scratched his head, "I've rushed some today, tomorrow I'll go to the nearby market and buy a mattress for my master."

"You're off buying mattresses, I'll do all the farm work?" Chu Wanning gave him a glare, "That's it, it's fine." He said, walking over and sniffing, "It smells like rice."

Mo Ran said, "No, you're afraid of the cold, you can't."

"Winter is not here yet." Chu Wanning frowned, "Grumbling, why so much talk, go to your room, you're tired all day, your feet are numb, I want to sleep."

Mo Ran then obeyed and went away.

Chu Wanning had just taken off his shoes, scooped some water from the tank, rinsed his feet and was about to climb onto his bed of rice. There was a knock on the door and Mo Ran returned, calling out from outside, "Master, I'm coming in."

"" Chu Wanning was furious, "Didn't I tell you not to tell me I was coming in here in the future?"

Mo Ran let him get angry and grinned as he rubbed his head against the hidden door, which he really didn't have the hands to push, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows on both hands, revealing his honey-coloured, tight, sexy arms, carrying a bucket full of fresh water, which was steaming hot.

The young man's eyes looked bright and burning in this watery mist.

Chu Wanning's heart was pounding at the sight of him and she didn't know what to say.

Mo Ran brought the heavy bucket of water to his bedside and set it down, with a light on his face and melting pear swirls, he said, "Master, soak your feet, you've been tired all day, I'll give them a massage afterwards, and then Master will sleep."

"No."

"I know, the Master is going to say no again." Mo Ran laughed and said, "Yes, I will. If you don't rest well and can't get up tomorrow, the children in the village will laugh at you again."

The water in the barrel is warm and hot, even slightly scalding, but not unbearably so.

Chu Wanning's bare feet are dipped in them, the toes are rounded and delicate, the ankle bones extremely smooth and well-defined, and the skin on his feet is white, one might even call it pale because of the long absence of sunlight.

When Mo Ran saw it, she suddenly felt that Chu Wanning had such beautiful skin, fairer and clearer than those delicate and crystal clear Sichuan girls.

When you think about it, even the woman I married in my previous life, Song Qiutong, didn't feel as good as Chu Wanning.

So Chu Wanning is soaking his feet and Mo Ran is sitting at the table opposite reading a book.

The book he had brought with him was a somewhat dry book on healing fairy arts, and the room was quiet, so quiet that both men subconsciously slowed their breathing, not wanting the other to hear. In the room, lit by a single candle, there was only the occasional sound of Chu Wanning's feet shaking the water.

"I'm done washing, I'm not sore, so go back."

Mo Ran was insistent, he would no longer believe Chu Wanning's "no pain" or "no pain", he had already put down his book, lowered himself in front of Chu Wanning's bed, half-kneeled down and grabbed one of Chu Wanning's retreating feet. Wanning's retreating foot, with a look that was not to be denied.

"I'll go back after pressing it for the Master."

"" Chu Wanning wanted to kick him in the face and tell him to get the fuck back and stop talking about himself in front of his own fucking face.

But the hand that held him was so strong, so rough, the calluses on the tiger's mouth and fingers against his flesh, his feet so sensitive from the hot water, that he felt a little itchy and wanted to laugh, so he spent all his strength on holding back his laughter, missing his last chance to regain his authority and drive Mo Ran away.

Mo Ran, half-kneeling, had rested his foot on his knee and, with eyes downcast, rubbed it patiently and carefully.

"It's cold in the water field, isn't it, Master?" he asked as he pressed on.

"It's okay."

"There are also a lot of dead branches and leaves, look over here, they're all scratched."

"" Chu Wanning looked at the side of her right foot and sure enough there was a tiny cut, "just a little cut, I can't even feel it."

Mo Ran said, "I have brought some ointment for bruises and wounds, wait a moment Master, I will go and bring it to you and apply it, my uncle's mother mixes it particularly well and it heals wounds in one night." With that he went out of the room, his hut and Chu Wanning's faced each other, separated by a courtyard that could be walked in ten or so steps, and he quickly went and returned, bringing a jar of balm.

"As for being so pretentious."

"Where's the pretense, it's more trouble in case of an ulcer. Here, Master, give me your foot."

Chu Wanning was a little embarrassed, he had lived so many years and his feet were extremely private, he was always fully clothed, he certainly didn't wander around barefoot, it was skin that few people had ever seen and even more so, that no one had ever touched.

He didn't know what it was like to have his feet squeezed, so he let Mo Ran squeeze them a few times, but he was surprised by the tingling sensation.

Mo Ran looked at the clean, white feet, half hidden under the edge of her dress, and the hot water had finally given them some blood, Chu Wanning's toes were well-proportioned and detailed, the nail caps like a thin layer of ice on a lake in the dead of winter in the south, but the tips of her freshly soaked fingers were a light shade of scarlet.

It is as if a budding begonia has been frozen in the ice.

Mo Ran knelt down again, tenderly and respectfully, and held the warm begonia flower in her palm.

He felt the begonia trembling slightly in his hands, its petals rustling, and suddenly he wanted to lower his head and lean down to kiss it, to tell it not to wander, not to be afraid, to let it spread its fragrance and loosen its leaves.

"Master."

"What's wrong?"

It seemed to him that Chu Wanning's voice was a little hoarse, as if his love was so strong that it was overwhelming the flowers and the dew was dripping into the earth.

Mo Ran jerked his head up, and the candle burst into flame, sending a trail of stars and slow tears down. He meets Chu Wanning's gaze, and their eyes are bright with lust and spring in the light.

"You."

Chu Wanning let down his own two-page curtain of lashes and said faintly, "My feet are ticklish, so hurry up."

Mo Ran blushed instantly, but fortunately, now that he was tanned, it wasn't too easy to see, so he grunted "Oh" and buried his head in his face to apply the ointment.

The phrase "You're faster" echoed in my ears.

The knot in his throat saved up as he looked at the delicate skin in front of him.

He thought of all his past lives, with increasing clarity, and he thought of the messy mattress of the Wushan Palace, its pillow covers bright red, subduing Chu Wanning's growing whiteness. They were entwined like trapped animals, with panting and growling, and the hall was filled with wild tension.

He thought of Chu Wanning muffled and humming, his ice-like voice burned to soft water by the tide of erotic love.

"You mustn't fool around." Chu Wanning seemed to be ringing in his ears, as if he could hear it.

Mo Ran's eyes snapped shut and his eyebrows knitted together.

He has now finally realised one thing: it is too hard for him to be nice to Chu Wanning.

The distance is so far away that I am afraid I will not be able to cover this person and take care of him.

As he got closer, he couldn't restrain the evil fire in his heart, and if he wasn't careful his sanity would go up in flames, and he was afraid he would do something out of line.

He wanted to fuck him, wanted him, and even at this moment he suddenly felt that what he wanted to do was not to kneel here and apply medicine to Chu Wanning's feet and squeeze his feet at all. This man was sitting right in front of him, on the bed, and his strength was not so different now from what it had been in the past that Chu Wanning could not break free of him.

He longed to possess him, to hold him down between the beds, he longed until his throat was dry with thirst, until his lust burned so hot it hurt, he longed to kiss Chu Wanning intimately, he longed

"Master, it's done," he shouted, almost out loud. It startled Chu Wanning.

Only Mo Ran knows that his back is already covered in a cold sweat.

He suddenly felt sad why he could not be clean and good to his Master, why he could not be honest and open, why he could not get rid of those fiery desires.

Chu Wanning, Chu Wanning

His master was the loneliest man in the world, and if he had known that his pupil was harbouring such thoughts about himself, how much he would have reviled and despised him

Two lifetimes.

He didn't want him to look down on himself again.

Chu Wanning finished putting on his shoes and socks, all the while Mo Ran kept his head down and kept quiet, looking like a docile dog, but only he knew that he had an insatiable wolf locked up inside him.

It was only after a long time that Mo Ran suppressed the dryness in her heart and said, "Rest well, Master, and if you don't feel well anywhere tomorrow, don't go down to the ground, I'll just do my share for two people alone."

Before Chu Wanning could say anything, a delicate voice outside called out, "Mo Ran, Mo Ran, are you there?"