Chapter 175: Master, Do You Like Me?

As Chu Wanning ate his last bun, the door behind him opened and Mo Ran came in with a pile of things, setting them down on the bed.

"Master, there are some bits and pieces of talisman paper in your outer robe that you didn't take out, I've put them all here for you."

When he finished, he walked out again with his head down.

He was too embarrassed to ask Chu Wanning directly with the pouch, as he felt that whatever he said back would make things awkward. Chu Wanning was so thin-skinned, and his own mouth was so dumb, that he would be upset if he said something wrong.

Mo Ran pursed her lips and her dark eyes glowed with a burning light, a little confused and bewildered.

Suddenly he had a thought that struck him as unbelievable

Could it be, Chu Wanning

Is he in love with him?

Stunned by his own audacious delusion, Mo Ran shook his head and murmured, "No way. No way."

This is what it means to not know the true face of the mountain, but to be in the mountain.

If the pouch belonged to someone Mo Ran didn't care about, such as a female practitioner, then Mo Ran would see it, know it, and instantly ascertain what the other person was carrying.

If you don't like it, who would carry around the hair of another person for so many years?

Things were originally so simple.

But when it comes to Chu Wanning, Mo Ran is a mess. The more you care, the more you think, the more you become stupid, you don't know where to put your hands and feet, you can scratch your heart and soul for a day with a look from the other side, and when the other side is silent, you can dig through the silence to find the meaning hidden behind the pause.

In this way, even the simplest things will be pondered over and over again, chewed slowly and tasted in many different ways.

Did you make a mistake?

Did you misunderstand

Did Chu Wanning forget to drop it?

He could have been worried for half a day about a question that he could have denied with his toes. He was lost in thought as he absentmindedly scrubbed the clothes in the bucket. The water was getting colder and colder, but his heart was getting hotter and hotter.

Mo Ran couldn't help but look up at the house, where the old wooden window with its papered returns was lit by the light of ripe golden candles, which swayed, darkly and brightly, and softened and stirred the young shoots in Mo Ran's chest.

If Chu Wanning really likes him

The Fairy Tramper Emperor, who had been such a thick-skinned emperor, had only half thought of the words before his face was already red.

Mo Ran felt a little hot and thirsty.

It was a thirst that could not be quenched by water, and the only person who could soothe and lower his fever was the one in the room. Only the sweetness of that man's mouth could give him great comfort, a moment of peace. Only that man, the man he had sworn to cherish, to guard, to honour.

At the thought of 'respect', a glass of water is poured over Mo Ran's burning chest. This is how he used to warn himself and rebuke himself when he couldn't control himself and had a strong desire for Chu Wanning.

But tonight was different.

The brocade tonight was like adding a handful of dry wood soaked in pine oil to the burning heat in his heart, fuelling his ambition.

Be respectful.

He kept saying to himself, but it was a drop in the bucket, and the thoughts that he had always been able to douse in the past were now burning aggressively, steaming the cold water that had been poured over him instantly into a wispy steam that smothered his eyes.

So Mo Ran was shocked to find that the mantra "Be Respectful" had finally become completely and utterly true for him.

Failure to work.

In the house, Chu Wanning had the last of his buns and wanted to wipe his fingers, so he went over to the bed and pulled a begonia handkerchief out of the pile of clutter.

He sighed and thought to himself that he had a bad memory, he didn't know to take out all the things in the laundry before he washed it, so he made a joke of Mo Ran.

"Hmm."

Before he could finish his thought, he suddenly saw a slender red cord under the cover of a pile of talismanic paper.

Chu Wanning's heart thudded, and he reached out to pull the red rope out, but his fingers faltered in the air, not daring to move forward.

Upon touching it, the colour suddenly changed.

He really doesn't have his Acacia pouch on him

Chu Wanning's face became extremely ugly, and after a long pause, he remembered the brocade bag he had obtained from the ghost master of ceremonies, which he usually kept in his inner lapel, but the concealed pocket of the inner shirt of the ceremonial robe ordered by Xue Zhengyong was slightly tilted, and the bag was so soft and slippery that he was afraid he would lose it if he was not careful, so he put it in the bag of his outer coat.

Upon further examination of the pile of miscellaneous items, he was even more struck by lightning and could not move.

Sweets and other small things were placed at the top, and below them were the charms, except for the red thread, which was hidden at the bottom, and the person who hid it seemed to be red in the face, waving his hand repeatedly saying, "I didn't see it, I didn't see anything."

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After a long time, Chu Wanning held his breath and, with a glimmer of hope, took hold of the red thread and pulled it out of the messy paper.

Sure enough.

The red thread of the pouch had moved and was completely different from the way he was used to tying it.

Even though he was calm, his white cheeks quickly reddened, and his ears were even redder as if they were dripping blood. He opened the brocade bag bolted with red thread, and the two tangled ink-black strands of hair inside, like the thoughts that had been coiled in his secrecy for years, fell uncovered into the warm yellow candlelight, winding around his fingers.

Mo Ran reads his bag of tricks

After reading it, he buried the pouch at the bottom of the clutter

This realization made Chu Wanning's head explode, blood flowed, and he could not be calmer, his face as hot as red-hot coals.

What to do

Mo Ran, have you figured out what you've been hiding?

Over.

Mo Ran loves Shi Mingjing, and if he finds out that he has feelings for him, he will surely scare him, and will the gentle and soft relationship between the two of them fall apart? Chu Wanning's mind is in a state of confusion and panic, and he clutches the pouch in his hands, only to calm down a little.

He hopes Mo Ran doesn't know.

At the risk of his reputation as a man with a clean mind over the years, he hopes Mo Ran doesn't find out anything. But perhaps this is not the case for Chu Wanning.

He is thirty-two years old and has long since become accustomed to being alone.

At the time when Mo Ran Shi Mei was in his prime and in his prime, Chu Wanning was on his own. He never thought that now, in his thirties, he would have the chance to be with the love of his life. The reveal of his heart is no doubt the beginning of a relationship, but it can also end in failure.

Chu Wanning puts the pouch away again and paces back and forth across the room, finally stopping in front of the dusty bronze mirror.

He lifted his eyes and glanced inside. The mirror had not been used for a long time, and was covered with a thick layer of dust, so that it only gave a rough reflection. So he lifted his hand and wiped the mirror, revealing a less than perfect face in the dust.

There was a scratch on the bronze mirror that landed, unobtrusively, right in the corner of his eye. Chu Wanning blinked and looked at himself.

"So ugly."

He looked into the mirror, suddenly exasperated and frustrated.

"How can I look like this?"

He knows that Mo Ran likes gentle, good-looking, slender and beautiful young men.

And myself, I did not do any of them.

Although he did not have wrinkles, the heaviness of the years flowing down on a person is impossible to hide. Chu Wanning was already a teenager, and now he no longer has a star and a half of hot air, how can he have the courage to talk to young people about love, not to mention that person is also his own disciple.

If word got out, not to mention myself, Mo Ran, or the top of death and life, would all be disgraced.

The first time I slept for five years, Shi Mingjing became more and more beautiful and smooth, magnificent, when not smiling eyes are like full of burning peach, and then look at the person in the mirror.

Between his brows, there is only an unpleasant hostility and arrogance.

When the two are compared, it is clear that the fool would choose himself.

As Chu Wanning looked into the yellow mirror, he thought to himself that if he had turned the clock back ten years and had the ugly guy in the mirror fallen in love with someone in his twenties, he might have taken the plunge and confessed his love, even if it had been a bloodbath.

But he is now in his prime.

His youth is gone, and all that remains is wretched, wary, mean, and a fierce face that would make a child cry with fear at the sight of it.

Mo Ran is in her prime, Shi Mei is in her prime.

And he was just an ugly guy who was no longer young, who was afraid to ask for anything but to hide.

He just wanted to go on like this in peace, two lovers who could not even think of allowing him to have wishful thinking, allowing him to have a crush on someone, allowing him to be able to be good to that person in the name of his master.

He then felt that enough was enough.

Quite satisfying.

Just then, there was a creak behind her and Chu Wanning didn't turn around, watching Mo Ran enter the house with a wooden bucket in her hand in the brass mirror.

Neither of them spoke, and the mirror was still a little blurred, so Chu Wanning could only see a tall figure standing in the doorway, but could not make out the exact expression on the figure's face or the colour of the light in his eyes.

Even though he had told himself a hundred times to calm down, Chu Wanning's heart was beating fast for no reason. Not wanting Mo Ran to see his embarrassment, he unwrapped his high ponytail, bit the hairband between his lips and lowered his head, pretending to be retying his hair in front of the mirror.

He thought he was really clever, biting his hairband, so he had a reason not to have to open his mouth and greet the other person, then

Suddenly a hand brushed the back of his ear and Chu Wanning's body shuddered violently, suppressing, but still suppressing, a slight shiver.

He was not used to physical contact and was uncomfortable with it, not to mention the fact that the person who touched his earring was Mo Ran, whose broad, gravelly palm rubbed against the delicate skin of his ear, making his back go numb for just a moment.

Chu Wanning still had his eyes downcast, and he suspected that if he looked up at that moment, even in the dim light, even if the bronze mirror was dim, the people behind him would be able to see his unnaturally red face.

He just chewed on his hairband, tried his best to calm down, and said, "You're washed up."

"Hmm."

The man's voice was low, slightly muffled.

Chu Wanning felt him lean in, so close. There was a coolness to his body from the cold night, but it couldn't hide the masculine, hot breath that made him dizzy, his thoughts blurred and slow, unable to turn.

Mo Ran, while tucking his hair that had slipped down the side, wanted to say, "Master, I've just..."

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What he had to say

Chu Wanning bites her hairband, drops her eyes and loses her heart rate.

It seemed too difficult to ask what was to be asked, Mo Ran paused and finally changed the subject, "Never mind, it's nothing. It's late and you're tying your hair."

Chu Wanning doesn't answer, but feels the body behind him, too close to him.

So hot.

"Are you going out?"

Chu Wanning said, "No, just going out to do the dishes."

"I'll help you."

Chu Wanning said, "I have hands and feet."

Mo Ran laughed behind him, seemingly embarrassed without words, "It's nice to have hands and feet, but Master is also clumsy, so I'm afraid I'll bump into it."

Chu Wanning :""

When he didn't say anything, he thought he was upset, so Mo Ran curbed his smile and said seriously, "The water outside is cold, so remember to bring out some hot water."

Chu Wanning responded with a muffled nasal sound, a little like a 'mmm' and a little like a 'hmm', but it was a nice sound, and to Mo Ran's ears, it made the young shoots and yellow stalks in his chest flare up. The knot in his throat twitches slightly and his gaze falls darkly on the pale section of Chu Wanning's neck that peeks out from the edge of his shirt as he bows his head.

Feeling even more annoyed by his thirst, he swallowed subconsciously, but tried to keep his voice as soft as possible, not wanting to be heard by Chu Wanning.

Mo Ran took a deep breath and said with a forced smile, "This mirror is so gooey."

"It's been too long since I've had to."

"The Master cannot see, can he? Bring me your hair and I will brush it for you."

Chu Wanning was biting at the snowy green silk ribbon, but before she could refuse, Mo Ran took it in her hand. "

"Master you forgot that at Peach Blossom Yard, it was all me who braided your hair."

Chu Wanning was suddenly speechless. Xia Sini was a shameful past that he didn't want to mention again, so he closed his eyes and frowned as Mo Ran brushed him.

It's just that Mo Ran's palms keep brushing against his ears, and he finds it uncomfortable, his scalp tingling, his throat slightly thirsty, and his brow furrowing.

"Why isn't it ready yet?"

Mo Ran laughed in a low voice: "You're always in such a hurry. Don't rush, it's almost time."

His voice seemed closer than before, right at the back of his ear, and Chu Wanning's hands clenched between his sleeves.

I don't know if it was his own fault, but he felt as if Mo Ran's breath was heavy, the heaviness of a beast ready to pounce, and it gave him a tingling sensation of being watched, even as he felt that a tiger or wolf would pounce behind him, holding him down in front of the bronze mirror, hungrily biting his throat and sucking the gurgling blood from his veins.

It's just that Chu Wanning feels it, but doesn't believe it because of his low self-esteem.

He knew that if he looked up at that moment, he would see in the mirror Mo Ran's eyes, bright and dark, in which desire and reason clashed in a flurry of fire and smoke.

Mo Ran gripped the slippery silk hairband, her clear self in control, helping Chu Wanning to tie her hair back in a regular manner, while the other half of her dark soul wondered anxiously without

What are you doing?

Hair Ties

But this hairband is clearly tied in the wrong place

He felt he should have held Chu Wanning roughly down in front of the old, deserted dressing table, strangled his eyes with his hairband, brought his other hand around to pinch his chin, kissed him hungrily, pressed against him, drew the sweetness from his mouth, sucked the soft tip of his tongue. He should be rubbing the side of Chu Wanning's ear fiercely, licking the tiny drop of mole behind it, should be panting heavily, pressing against Chu Wanning's ear and lowering his voice to ask him

" Chu Wanning, my good master. Why are you hiding that one pouch"

" Wangning Wangning Do you like me"

His eager heart felt like it was tearing open, his blood was scalding, his eyes were hot and red.