Chapter 141: Master, don't take it off!

After drinking the water, the pair got back to work, but as soon as Mo Ran swung his hammer, Chu Wanning knew something was wrong.

The sun's golden light rushed over him like a cascading spring, running down the tangle of sensual muscles, his shoulders stretched wide as he lifted his arms, his chest smooth and firm as if it were a sunburned rock, holding a surprising amount of heat and strength.

The wooden hammer smashes hard into the stone mortar, and is sucked in tightly by the wet, soft rice cake, which is brought up again, along with the white sticky ......

He was exerting an endless amount of force, one at a time, with such force that Chu Wanning even felt that if he had been right, if he had accidentally touched himself, he would have been pulverised and crumbled beneath him. The muscles in his upper arms stretched and opened as Chu Wanning watched his movements and suddenly had an uncontrollable flashback to his recurring dream.

In his dream he was in Mo Ran's bed, invaded like a rice cake in this stone mortar, kneaded, hazed into mud ...... He wandered off in a daze until Mo Ran called out to him again.

"Master."

Again, perhaps shouting several times.

"Master, Master?"

He snapped back to life, but his heart was already beating wildly and his eyes were glistening with light, his throat was twitching and his gaze was slightly out of focus: "Hmm?"

Mo Ran's cool eyes looked down at him, which seemed especially hot because of the heat of his body, and he said, "Master, come, turn over."

"............"

Chu Wanning felt that in this vision, in these words, the dream and the reality were infinitely intertwined, and he suddenly felt a little dizzy, as if scarlet light flashed before his eyes, and he saw two men tumbling in a red mattress embroidered with golden phoenixes and dragons, one a stocky man on top of the other, the sea of lust turning red, the man beneath him straining his toes, his calves spasming. His calves spasmed.

"Master, come, turn over ......"

He seemed to hear the man's rolling gasp, as if it was just behind his ear.

"Let me look at your face and fuck you."

Chu Wanning, shocked by the inexplicable flash of imagery into his eyes, slammed his eyes shut and shook his head - what was going on? A hallucination? Or a too-detailed recollection of that erotic dream?

His heart shuddered, his blood surged, but cold sweat dripped down his face.

Mo Ran, sensing that something was wrong with him, put the hammer down and went to his side: "Master, what is wrong with you? Is there something wrong with you?"

"No." The sound of his voice made Chu Wanning's heart tingle like an insect bite, and Chu Wanning pushed him away, lifting his irritated phoenix eyes, which were slightly red at the end, and he gasped, hating his own mind, "The sun is too hot, I'm just a little blurry. Don't stand so close to me, it's all sweaty."

Mo Ran looked down and saw that he was indeed disturbed. Knowing Chu Wanning's love of cleanliness, he immediately stepped aside, but his eyes were still concerned and he was still following the man, unwilling to move away for a moment.

Chu Wanning remained silent after this, and by the time the rice cakes were steamed and everyone was sitting around to share them, he was no longer there.

"Oh, ask Chu Wanning, he said he had a headache and went back to the house to rest." The mayor said, "I saw that his cheeks were a little red when he left, I don't suppose he had a fever."

When Mo Ran heard this, she was so anxious that she stopped helping to store the rice cakes and hurried to the small courtyard where they lived.

When he heard the sound of water coming from the kitchen, Mo Ran lifted the curtain and ventured in.

Then he saw Chu Wanning, undressed, standing barefoot on the brick-red floor with a bucket full of water, taking a shower.

At the end of October, the frost has passed.

Chu Wanning ...... fucking taking a cold shower?!

Mo Ran was stunned, his face blue and white and red as he stared at his naked master, feeling nothing but the rumbling of blood flowing in his ears like the tide of the Qianjiang River, and no other sound could be heard.

What he saw ......

It was the first time since his rebirth that he had seen Chu Wanning's body truly, clearly, in its entirety. There was no mist, no cover, nothing but this familiar body, a body that had shattered the defences he had built, the gates of his tightly shut memories, and he felt his blood burning all over his body, like lava erupting to break free of his flesh and blood skin.

Everything was exactly as he knew it, unchanged in the slightest.

Suddenly he found himself out of breath.

He saw Chu Wanning's shoulders, just the right curve and force, like a powerful bow drawn to its seventh fullness, ready to strike. He saw Chu Wanning's shoulder blades, shrugging beneath the thin, ice-like skin.

Then he followed the current, yea, he followed it, and it washed over him and carried his gaze below, so that he beheld Chu Wanning's strong, thin, slender waist, with two shallow pools of lumbar nests behind it, holding wine to hemlock the man who craved him.

Further down, he saw the firm, firm buttocks, like the full honeyed fruit of an autumn day, and he knew the soul-crushing sensation he would get when he touched them, the combination of which would be so exhilarating that his soul would seem to split open and he would be rubbed together with the person beneath him from then on, and it would be hard to stop the addiction ......

" Mo Ran!" Suddenly someone called out to him, " Mo Ran, are you there?"

Mo Ran, startled, looked back and before she could stop the curtain was lifted and Ling leaned in, saying as she walked, "Why are you in such a hurry? My Mother sent me to tell you to go and have some sweet rice cakes, and you-"

She saw Chu Wanning in the shower and suddenly lost her voice.

Chu Wanning: "......"

Ling: "......"

"Ah!!!" The girl cried out and covered her eyes, Chu Wanning also looked extremely pale, he had to fumble to get his clothes, but how could he have imagined that when he came back to take a shower, there would be one or two unwanted guests barging into his house?

He had always taken off his clothes and left them where he entered, did he have to walk naked through the whole mess room at this point to retrieve them in full view of the older girls?

He was at a loss when Mo Ran came straight towards him and put her hand against the wall, holding him in her arms.

Mo Ran turned to Ling and said, "Get out."

"Ah! Aye! Yes!" The girl, too, was stunned and actually froze for a moment before stumbling out the door and running away in a state of shock.

Chu Wanning: "......"

Mo Ran's face was sombre, and only when he was sure she was really far away did he sigh with relief and turn back to her.

He was confronted by the cold face of Chu Wanning.

It was then he realised he was acting much like a vicious dog protecting his food, showing his teeth to scare off the intruder before whimpering back to lap up the hard-won food.

His hand was still braced against the wall, and in order to keep Chu Wanning covered tightly, he pressed so close to him, so close that he could easily smell Chu Wanning's body, and he couldn't help but freeze ......

The head is very hot and dizzy.

Scents are the most likely to evoke memories and desires, just as smelling meat makes you hungry, smelling plum blossoms makes you think of winter snow, and so on.

The same goes for lust/lust.

Mo Ran could feel his soul stirring and the walls of will he had so easily built up seemed to be toppling. The smell of Chu Wanning's body was a spark that fell on his dry chest, igniting his animal nature and burning him to ashes.

When he was close to Chu Wanning on a normal day, even if he was fully clothed, he couldn't help but be moved, let alone this person, who was naked and wearing nothing ......

He hated the fact that he could not grab Chu Wanning's cold, watery wrists, twist the person backwards and press them against the wall, just rip off his own shirt and press it hard against this person, pick up this person so that his back was pressed against his chest and just go in roughly and fiercely, as if in a previous life, killing and taking away from, all in sweat and gasps of breath, turned into fragrance.

I really can't ...... want him so badly.

Mo Ran's breathing was steeply heavy.

He didn't say anything and Chu Wanning didn't say anything either.

The two men stood so close to each other against the wall that they were almost touching, but Mo Ran's arm muscles were tense, his meridians were bursting, and he was trembling thinly, holding on.

Can't touch him, can't touch him.

To him and to love him.

You must not commit the foolishness of deceiving your teacher again, no.

He was saying it to himself repeatedly, mechanically repeating it in his mind's eye.

The weather was cold, but a fine sweat was already seeping from his forehead.

You can't ...... can't ...... Mo Ran, you can't ...... don't get carried away ......

His throat rolled and he shuddered as he closed his eyes, shutting the burning vision out of his eyes, but his face was already in a daze ......

If Chu Wanning were a normal person, how could he not see the difference in Mo Ran?

But at the moment, his situation is no better than Mo Ran's, or even worse.

He looks aloof, but God knows how much fortitude it takes for him to maintain his composure like this.

Mo Ran's breath was so hot and heavy, with a masculine intensity that almost burned him. He had not yet fought Mo Ran since his rebirth, but he knew that if he fought with strength alone, without spells, then he would be in pieces in front of these arms.

He didn't want to look into Mo Ran's eyes, and his eyes dropped a little, right to Mo Ran's chest.

They were not close together, but Mo Ran was so close to him, almost a hair's breadth away, that he could clearly feel the masculine tension radiating from that hot chest, wide and fiery.

It is like melting away the coldest ice in the world into a spring tide that does not fill the air.

"The Master ......"

The young man called out to him abruptly, and I don't know if it was just his own fault, but I felt that the other man's voice was a little husky, full of wet lust/fire and heat.

Mo Ran has called him Master countless times, calmly, obsequiously, angrily, playfully, the list goes on and on.

But this was the first time he had ever heard a different "Master", between his lips and teeth, mixed with the fishy smell of lust, so dirty and compulsive that Chu Wanning felt his bones go numb.

Impossible, Mo Ran could not have called him that.

He had misheard, he had overthought.

It is your own heart that is dirty.

He subconsciously stepped back, his bare/naked back hitting the cold wall and he winced involuntarily, his lips quivering and opening a little, actually looking a little bewildered.

Mo Ran's eyes darkened even further.

He looked at the moist, pale lips. He didn't move, but his mind was already racing with thoughts of kissing Chu Wanning down, prying his lips open, his hot tongue roughly invading a forbidden place that no one had ever taken before, and he imagined his hands pinching Chu Wanning's waist, rubbing it vigorously, making tyrannical red marks on the skin.

No matter how much it is repressed, the wolf's blood still rushes through Mo Ran's veins.

The sex he unleashes is always fiery and violent, even to the point of tearing those he sleeps with to pieces between the pillows, to eat each other clean from the inside out, licking off every last drop of blood, every inch of flesh.

He couldn't change his vegetarian diet.

Closing his eyes and pressing the hot lava rolling in his chest, he knew to himself that it was not good, knowing how close a man's lust could be to that of a wild animal, and he had to get rid of the muddled rabbit before the tide of love became unstoppable.

He withdrew his hand and spoke almost hoarsely: "Master, I will go and get your ...... garments."

Rough breath brushes against Chu Wanning's eyelashes.

Mo Ran turns, strides to the door and picks up the robe Chu Wanning has left there.

Chu Wanning was still leaning against the wall, but he felt like he was out of breath after a hundred-mile run. He squinted his phoenix eyes slightly, saw Mo Ran with his back to him, fumbling with the clothes he had taken off, and suddenly thought of the state he was in somewhere, froze for a few seconds and snapped out of it!

When Mo Ran entered, he was showering with his back to him, and by the time he turned around, Mo Ran was close enough not to look down, which is why he didn't notice his rising desire.

But if Mo Ran had taken the clothes and turned back, Yu Heng's long-standing reputation as a loner and ascetic, and Chu Wanning's long-held image as an ascetic, would have crumbled to dust in an instant.

Chu Wanning was instantly anxious.

Seeing that Mo Ran has separated his clothes and trousers and is holding them in his hands, I can see that he is about to turn back to ......

Chu Wanning was left with two choices.

One, pretending to have sudden leg pain, squats.

Two, poke him blind.

Before he could decide between the two bad options, Mo Ran had turned around and said, "Master, you ......"

You what?

He didn't finish.

The rest of his words were broken between his lips the moment he saw the sight before him, so deep in the mud that he could never pull them out again.