Chapter 142: Master, this is torture

In the nick of time, when Mo Ran turned his head, Chu Wanning's mind was blown, and he turned around almost at the last moment, folding his arms against the wall, leaving his opponent with a strong, solid back.

This way Mo Ran can't see his front, and Chu Wanning thinks he's got a great head on his shoulders.

This fool, who has no idea that he is exposed to Mo Ran's eyes, is a low, sexy waist, a full, firm buttock, a pair of long, strong legs, and he is like a rabbit that has skinned itself and is roasting on the fire, so crispy and brown that it's almost like saying "please eat, thanks."

Ran's throat felt dry and his eyes seemed bloodshot, so he held back for a long time before saying, "What is this, Master?"

What to do

Well this is a bit of an odd pose, so what can I say to get past it without making a scene?

Chu Wanning turns his face halfway across the room, his expression cold and sober.

Mo Ran had dropped his clothes and was coming towards him, perhaps because against the light he felt a chilling expression on Mo Ran's face, like a hungry wolf in the jungle, seeing a piece of tender meat, but it was hanging from a trap, the wolf hesitating, the hunger in his belly fighting with the sanity in his head, the battle spreading from his body to his eyes, Mo Ran's dark eyes bright and glowing. Mo Ran's dark eyes were bright, glowing with a ghostly light.

Chu Wanning finally felt that something was wrong, and two words hit the bowstring with a harsh tone that pierced the deceptive silence.

"Back rub."

"Well," Mo Ran's moist voice curdled in her throat with a slightly nasal, sensual sound, "what?"

This was really an excuse that Chu Wanning came up with when he was in a hurry, but since the sound was already in his ears and he could hardly pull it out, he had to play it cool and said calmly, "Since you are here, you should rub your back before you leave."

Mo Ran :""

"It's been a busy few days, I'm sweaty and I don't feel well." Chu Wanning does his best to look casual and on cloud nine, "It's always good to scrub up."

He wondered whether he had lied to Mo Ran or not, whether the lies were still natural.

But in the end, Mo Ran did as he was told and dutifully fetched a towel, doused it with warm water and rubbed Chu Wanning's back.

Evening Yu Heng is always wise, and this is truly the stupidest thing he has ever done.

What is the most tormenting thing in this world

The person he loved was standing behind him, across a rough towel, a pair of large, generous hands scrubbing him, each scrubbing leaving a faint trace like a sail over spring water. Mo Ran's force had been moderated but it was still very strong, not to mention the fact that his flesh had never been touched in this way before, and he felt every inch of his bones tremble.

His forehead was pressed against the wall, where Mo Ran could not see it, his lips were bitten tightly, his eyes were flushed at the end, his thoughts were so hot and burning, even like the dew on the branches, slightly moist in the mist

He was still an untouched man, and how, in front of the one he loved so much, he endured such excitement and pretended to be innocent.

It's too hard

But if you ask Mo Ran what is the most torturous thing in the world

I'm afraid the answer would be quite different, he would probably say that it was the person standing in front of you, hand against the wall, shoulders spread, the person who didn't doubt himself, who just gave you everything openly, leaving you to rub your hot hands through an early spring snow with a nasty, dirty mind through an obstructive towel.

He knew, of course, that he was rubbing his master's back, but at the slightest pressure, the man's skin flushed red with the reverie of being hazed and abused.

The towel stroked over his shoulder blades, rubbing them delicately, involuntarily, with gradually fiercer force. He felt the man beneath him tremble slightly, but wondered if it was his own fault that he was staring at the pale, full curves, restraining himself until blood crept into his eyes before he dropped the towel and scratched it straight up with his hands, strangling five seductive red marks.

He had long since tasted the soulfulness of the person in front of him, so what, in front of this person, he held back and swallowed his voice and forced himself to be a gentleman.

It's too hard

The two men had been rubbing each other hard for half a day, and if they continued to rub, they were afraid they would burn out.

Chu Wanning finally pressed on, mute, and said, "Okay, you get out, I can do the rest of the rubbing, I'll do it myself."

Mo Ran's forehead was already covered in a fine sweat as she sighed almost abruptly in relief.

He said in a deep voice, "It's the Master."

The door curtain lifts and falls and Mo Ran goes out.

Chu Wanning didn't look back for a long time, he was still crouched against the wall, his forehead against the wall, his ears were bloodshot, as was the rubbing on his back, and I wondered if Mo Ran had seen it or not.

""

He opened his phoenix eyes slightly, seemingly out of humiliation, he bit his lower lip and hesitated for a long time before reaching out his hand, the knot in his throat twitching slightly, the mist a blur of wetness, the vapour around him almost too thick to melt away

Originally he had run back to take a shower to squash the filth.

But as fate would have it, Mo Ran pushes him deeper into the waves of lust. Chu Wanning, who had been relying on the mind-clearing technique to resist his humanity, could not help but relieve himself of his almost overflowing lust in the form of the most ordinary and embarrassing of mortals.

His lips were slightly open, his phoenix eyes half narrowed, his expression a little pitiful and a little aggrieved

He was pressed against the cold wall, but his forehead was on fire, the back of his pretty shoulders low, the knot of his throat rolling, suppressing low breaths and hushed gulps.

So sinful, yet so good looking.

Like a white crested butterfly caught in a spider's web, its wings fluttered helplessly in a tide of tightly woven love, but it could never, never, never get out.

He was finally dirty.

So dirty to the bone, so miserable, so pitiable, so tempting to invade and teach addiction.

In the end, Chu Wanning, almost indignantly, slammed his fist into the wall, so hard, so annoyed, so resigned that he used so much force that his finger bones ground and oozed blood.

"Asshole."

I don't know if I'm cursing myself or Mo Ran.

Chu Wanning's eyes are moist with emotion, hatred and bewilderment.

It's been more than half a month since they arrived at Yuliang Village and the farming season is drawing to a close.

Chu Wanning has avoided Mo Ran since the day of the rubdown. He doesn't notice anything different about Mo Ran, but he can't stand the change in himself.

A person, light and elegant for a long time, will be particularly easy to end, or Chu Wanning before moving to dislike others to double cultivation to form a daoist couple to do is really not jealous, Yu Heng elders is really feel some can not stand, feel tired, disgusted.

He doesn't look at pictures, he really doesn't want to, not pretend to. For Chu Wanning, things like "liking" and "kissing" are acceptable, but when it comes to something more like fondling, or anything else, he turns blue and can't take it.

It's like a person who has always been a vegetarian. If you give him some lard in his bowl, he will probably find it delicious, but if you give him a piece of meat that is charred on the outside but still smells like blood on the inside, he will die of nausea.

Chu Wanning came to his senses after his dizzying rampage that day, gasping at the sticky mess on his hands and feeling a cold shower of water pouring down on him.

The face is blue.

What was he doing being so overwhelmed by a young boy in his early twenties that he had to soothe himself to quell the tidal wave inside him?

Goose bumps ran down Chu Wanning's back, so when he met Mo Ran afterwards, he would always back off, lest he accidentally unleash the beast in his heart and do something he would regret.

As he retreats, so does Mo Ran.

Mo Ran is also genuinely frightened, realising that his desire for Chu Wanning is far greater than he had predicted, and that the dam he had built earlier is about to stop the raging waves, the passion in his bones ready to overflow.

He knows that there is a difference between humanity and bestiality, and he does not want to hurt Chu Wanning again because of this difference, so he also subconsciously avoids Chu Wanning.

The two men distanced themselves, and in turn, there was more of an illusion of respectful disciples and charitable masters.

The days went by without incident.

This day the village hunters butchered a fat roe deer in the hills and the village people proposed a bonfire in the evening on the small sunny ground at the entrance to the village.

So each family brought out some food, either cakes or dried meat, and the village chief opened two jars of sorghum wine, and they sat around the campfire, smelling the oil of roasted roe deer, eating and drinking. Chu Wanning and Mo Ran did not sit together, they were a little far apart, with the fire burning between them, and they looked at each other through the fire without wanting to be noticed.

You glance at me, expecting it to be silent, but the two beams always meet halfway, so you pretend to be just sweeping by unintentionally, dropping down faintly, and then a moment later taking advantage of the situation and sneaking up on each other's cheeks.

Orange fires are surging and firewood is crackling.

The moon is in the sky, shining only on the hearts of two people.

The wine opened by the mayor soon reached the bottom, but the men did not feel they had had enough.

Mo Ran remembered that he still had a good jar of pear white in the house, so he said hello and got up to go back for the wine.

Halfway through the walk, however, I heard movement behind me.

He turned back around, "Who"

There was an immediate rustle of footsteps and then a pair of lush green shoes embroidered with yellow flowers slowly scuffled out from around the corner.

Mo Ran froze for a moment:" Ling girl it's you."

Ling had drunk a little too much wine, her snowy cheeks were flushed, her lips were even more plump and vivid, she stood in the moonlight, gazing with affection, her full bosom rising and falling with her somewhat rapid breathing, she said, " Mo Ran, wait, I have something to tell you."