Chapter 150: The Master and I Change Rooms

The town was famous for its Xuyin Mountain, but after the fake Gouchen incident, the weapons of Jin Chengchi were destroyed and the town fell into disrepair.

However, the inn with the hot spring pool where the master and his disciples stayed together is still alive and well, and has been restored to its former glory by the arrival of guests from the School of Confucianism to celebrate the wedding of Prince Nangong, who stayed in Dai City first.

Xue Zhengyong lifted the bamboo curtain and stepped into the lobby: "Boss, let's stay here!"

"Four people?"

Before Xue Zhengyong could answer, he heard a low voice behind him say, "No, five."

It turned out that Mo Ran was in a hurry and had followed him just at that moment.

Xue Meng was a little surprised to see him, "So soon?"

Mo Ran first froze, then his face darkened, secretly exasperated, are you slow to dissipate? Sitting in front of the tea stall reciting a few lines of the Qing Xin Mantra thing.

But he knew that what Xue Meng said was not the same thing as what he thought, so he could not be angry, and he nodded rather subtlety.

"You swallowed all the melon seeds without spitting out the shells, didn't you?"

Mo Ran: "......"

"How many rooms would you like for five people?"

Xue Zhengyong said, "My wife and I will have one room, and we will have three other good rooms, making a total of four rooms."

Mo Ran listened to his uncle make this arrangement, his face was quiet and silent, but his heart was vaguely a bit agitated, he actually secretly wished that the conversation with the year could be repeated again, the boss told them that they were full, they had to squeeze in, so that he would ......

He still couldn't do anything, but if he could be alone in a room with Chu Wanning, he felt hot inside, a little uneasy and excited, the blood of the wolves and tigers still flowing in his veins.

But coincidences don't happen that often, and this time the shopkeeper said happily, "Yes, four upper rooms!" He turned over to the cupboard and fetched the key, yelling in a long voice, "Second floor, sir, please..."

Mo Ran gave him a silent look, with some gloom in his eyes.

Stupid thing, he thought, so happy to have four rooms? What's so happy about it! What's so happy about it! What's so happy about making more money!

" Mo Ran, what are you doing pinching the table top of someone's counter?"

"......" Mo Ran withdrew his hand without moving and smiled faintly. The plate was already cracked a few times where he had pinched it face down, and he was afraid it would have to break with any more force, "It's nothing."

After taking the key from Xue Zhengyong and going upstairs, Mo Ran stood in front of the room she belonged to and was suddenly stunned.

Turning his head, he saw Chu Wanning looking at him too.

"You live in this one?"

"Well ...... yeah." Mo Ran hesitated for a moment, first dropping her eyelashes, then still unable to resist raising her eyes, her dark eyes looking into Chu Wanning's face, "Master remembers?"

"What does ...... remember?"

Mo Ran pointed to the door of his room and said, "When we came to seek the sword, the Master was staying in this very room."

"......"

Mo Ran looked at him cautiously, her voice stoic but unable to hide the faint anticipation, "Master, do you remember?"

Chu Wanning thought to himself, "How could I not remember?

Walking up this level, the past picks up the steps and creaks along with the old staircase in disrepair, carrying the smell of decaying wood soaked with age, slowly rising up.

He could almost see the teenager Mo Ran pushing open the door with a cynical look on his face and grinning at himself, the pear swirls very shallow and the years very deep.

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Mo Ran seemed a little disappointed, lowered her gaze and said, "Or maybe I misremembered and got confused ......"

"That's right."

Mo Ran looked up abruptly.

Chu Wanning looked at him and smiled seemingly lightly, "You remember correctly, it's this one."

The words were like a spark that ignited the darkness in Mo Ran's eyes, and the corners of Mo Ran's mouth gradually rubbed together in a sweet smile, as if she had eaten a delicious candy, and pointed to Chu Wanning's room today and said, "And ah, the room that Master is living in today is the one I used to live in."

He was delighted with the frankness of what he said.

Chu Wanning, however, was a little embarrassed by this and stopped laughing, huffing, "I can't remember this one."

He pushed his way into the house, leaving Mo Ran outside.

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

Umm...what had he done wrong to upset him again?

It was night, Mo Ran did not dare to go to the bathhouse to take a dip in the hot spring, there are some things that he is not afraid of, he feels that he is now close to the threshold of desire, Chu Wanning if he is given a little more spring, he does not know if he can still resist being a gentleman and not to pick this high mountain flower.

As he lay in bed with his head on his arm, he became bored and began to think about how he would get on with Chu Wanning.

He was a not very bright man who felt that Chu Wanning was like a big white cat. He wanted to be nice to Chu Wanning and to take care of the snowy white cat, but he always jerked his fur twice in return for a paw from the white cat, as if he was not as comfortable or as good as he wanted to be.

He felt guilty, but he really didn't know where to touch the cat and where not to touch it. He was like a new cat owner who knew nothing about anything and would just put the white cat in his palm and lick its fur.

Then in return there was a roar, and another slap.

Mo Ran rolled over and blinked, very depressed.

Suddenly it occurred to me that the layout of this inn was such that the beds in the next room and my own should only be next to each other on a plank wall.

As soon as this thought occurred, Mo Ran was even more unable to sleep and his mouth felt a little dry.

Has Chu Wanning been to the shower yet? Or are you just about to go?

But not much movement was heard in his room ...... If Chu Wanning wasn't going to take a bath either, then wouldn't he have been lying down by this time? So they are now, in fact, so close together that without the thin wooden partition that separates them, they would actually be lying together ......

Lying together. The thought made the young man's blood blaze, flowing dangerously like a shallow sleepy volcano, only without spurting.

He couldn't resist sleeping further in, close to the wall panels, which were ultimately different from those made of rammed wood and clay, the planks being so thin, only three fingers wide at most.

Mo Ran thought, Chu Wanning lying just three feet wide from himself, undressed, or wearing only a thin blouse ...... He closed his eyes, his throat swallowed, and he felt his heart burning, burning all over his body, to the corners of his eyes, which he did not open, but if he had opened them, there must have been blood in them, a flush of red.

Ah, and then he jolted back to something else - something so exciting that his whole body tensed frightfully, blood rushing down his lower back.

He once, masturbated in the same bed where Chu Wanning slept.

Mo Ran's scalp tingles at the memory of the incident, so damp, sinful and sweet. He remembered the year he took a dip in the hot springs and accidentally fell into Chu Wanning's arms, and how the hot sensation wouldn't go away, so he could only grind himself down, his forehead against the wall, and just let his love out ......

Mo Ran opened his eyes slightly, halfway, and they were dark, deep black like rock, yet with crimson molten lava surging beneath that rock. Once more he pressed his forehead against the wall.

My heart felt like it was going to burst, how could I have been so stupid back then, when it was so bright with desire and love, how could ...... not have noticed it ......

He pressed one hand against the wall and pressed on, but couldn't really hold it down.

He thought that when he was not in love, he could vent his feelings about Chu Wanning with impunity, but when he was in love, he was doomed for the rest of his life to be unable to seek out the person who was just a wall away from him.

It was too torturous for a young flesh of blood to bear the desire, his nose was pressed against the wall, his hot body was clinging to that single wall as much as possible, his thoughts were confused, his eyes were lost, he even had a vague illusion in the growing tide of lush love.

It was as if Chu Wanning's breath, the shadowy scent of begonias on Chu Wanning's body, had seeped through the cracks in the woodwork and into his bed, wrapping itself around him.

The smell of Chu Wanning is seducing him, taking pity on him.

Seduce his animal/lust and pity his humanity.

Seduce him with lust/fire and pity him for begging for it.

Mo Ran frowned in pain at such seduction and pity, his hand braced against the wall, his bones well defined and his veins jutting out one by one.

Contrary to his violent look, it was his almost whimpering plea as he murmured, " Chu Wanning ...... Wangning ......"

He did not know that on the other side of the wall, Chu Wanning did not dare to bathe in the hot tub either, but he had, as Mo Ran thought, already laid down, thinking of him and longing for him.

In their previous lives, their misunderstanding was so deep that they were strangers, separated from each other by a great abyss. So in this life, they poured out their blood and filled the abyss into a sea of blood, swimming towards each other, but because of a barrier, they could not see the raging tide of each other's love, and could only let their own love flood in alone.

But they were clearly already so close.

So close that Mo Ran seemed to hear Chu Wanning's heartbeat, and Chu Wanning, as if he heard Mo Ran's breath.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Mo Ran was startled and said, "Who is it?"

As he shouted, Chu Wanning next door was startled, and then realised that Mo Ran was literally sleeping against the wall, so close to him that the low, hoarse voice seemed to have been shouted right next to his pillow.

"......" Chu Wanning couldn't help but squeeze her ten fingers tighter and open her phoenix eyes in the pitch black.

"Me, Xue Meng." The man outside said, "My mother said she had left my luggage with yours, so open the door, really, I'm waiting for the bath."

It's not a good thing to eavesdrop, of course, but Chu Wanning thought to himself, "I'm not eavesdropping, it's the thin boards, the poor soundproofing of the room and the loud yelling of Xue Meng.

Anyway, he wasn't going to listen.

With this in mind, Chu Wanning wrapped himself in the blanket and leaned further into the wall.

There was a creaking of the bed next door, and after a while the door opened and Xue Meng's voice rang out again, "Hey, why are you already asleep? So early?"

"I'm sleepy." Mo Ran choked, "Hurry up, you woke me up in the middle of a nap, get your clothes and go go go go."

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Xue Meng paused, her voice taking on a hint of suspicion, "You left the bolt down so early, you're bored inside and won't come out, you're in a hurry to talk to you, you're not in ...... a hurry."

What is it doing?

Chu Wanning's eyes widened as he thought of his physical encounter with Mo Ran at the lotus pond, a young man with an excessive heat and exuberance that seemed to kill him when he was ready to strike.

How much boiling lava could a young man in his early twenties, who didn't practice abstinence like he did, have hidden inside his body? How often is the normal time to let it out? Chu Wanning doesn't know any of this, he's been in the closet for so long he doesn't understand.

Now, he kind of wants to know, but he's in the way and can't let his pride get in the way.

He was such an arrogant man, who could he ask such a question to? I can't just pull in a disciple and say, "Excuse me, I'd like to ask how many days should an ordinary, strong man relieve himself?"

...... is too sick for words when you think about it.

Of course, there are books of this kind on the top of death and life that are related to double love, but each book needs to be registered and Chu Wanning could not imagine the following words in the loan book.

The Legend of the Lords on the Couch, The Sea of Desire

Borrower, Yu Heng elder Chu Wanning.

...... kill him and forget it.