Chapter 180: Master, How Can I Fail You?

For Chu Wanning, it was the first time that he and Mo Ran were palm to palm and finger to finger.

Enough was enough, he thought, too much, and thankfully Mo Ran didn't make any more moves, or he could probably have literally leapt from a hundred feet in the air and got away with it.

What a blessing.

For Mo Ran, it was the first time he had ever held Chu Wanning's palms together and interlocked their fingers.

He didn't think it was enough, too little, but luckily he didn't do more, otherwise he would have held hands and then wanted to kiss and then wanted more, to eat the marrow.

It was really bad.

But even so, Mo Ran could still sense that Chu Wanning seemed to be on the run.

When they landed on their swords that day, Chu Wanning turned and ran without saying a word, but after a couple of steps, he felt his pace was getting too fast and immediately slowed down again.

After slowing down for a couple of steps, he heard Mo Ran following him, and in his shame and panic, he started walking again.

""

Mo Ran's heart itched and ached, hot and soft as she watched him stride.

Seeing Chu Wanning burying his head in a tree, Mo Ran immediately said, "Watch out."

"Bang."

It still hit the ground running.

He went over and asked, "Does it hurt? Let me see."

Chu Wanning covered his forehead without saying anything, and after a moment, moved forward again.

Mo Ran tried to follow, only to hear him say, "Don't you follow me."

"I'm going back to rest, too."

"Stand for a while in the breeze and come back in when it's cool."

Blowing cold

Mo Ran laughs, how to blow cool

Holding your hand, this night, the heart is hot.

But he obeyed and did not follow. He stood in the cold moonlight and watched Chu Wanning walk away until he disappeared behind the wall, and then walked to the tree that Chu Wanning had accidentally hit, and after a moment of silence, pressed his forehead against the trunk.

The tree scab is rough and he closes his eyes.

Chu Wanning

Love him.

Flying flowers, isolated islands like spring.

The white moon is in the sky and the clear clouds are covering the sun.

The tide is dark, the water and the sky are one.

There is nothing better in the world than having Chu Wanning like him.

Even though he was short of words and stupid, his heart was pounding and his mind was welling up at this moment. Love can turn a simple, straightforward wood like Mo Weiyu into a poet, and Chu Wanning loves him, Chu Wanning Chu Wanning loves him!

He crushed his forehead against the bark of the tree, trying to calm down, trying to hold back, trying to "cool down", trying to

No, it can't be done.

His mouth curled up, the dimples in his cheeks deepened, and the honey he carried overflowed more and more.

Chu Wanning likes him.

Love him.

It was the one he was in love with, the best person in the world, the one he wanted to carry in his arms for the rest of his life, Chu Wanning, Chu Wanning.

The former Emperor of Fairy Tramper and current Xianxia Patriarch of Mo, is actually laughing in the middle of this barbaric white sand, against a large tree with its branches and leaves, his eyes closed and his head bowed, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Because Chu Wanning loves him, all the wind he smells is sweet and all the waves he hears are sweet.

Chu Wanning, like him.

He smiled with lowered eyes, but as he laughed, he cried.

He was grinning like a madman, shedding tears, so sweet, but his heart ached.

Chu Wanning

Love him.

From Butterfly Town onwards, they have been secretly carrying their hair-knitting pouch.

Love him

Suddenly he wondered since when Chu Wanning had been standing behind him, silently accompanying, silently waiting, waiting for him to turn around, waiting for him to reach out, waiting for him to turn and see.

Chu Wanning, how long have you been waiting

In this life, in a previous life.

Stacked together, twenty years

Longer than twenty years.

He is a Mo Weiyu who has seen through the dust and smoke and knows that the most priceless thing in this world is age.

Under power, the hand can turn into clouds and the hand can turn into rain.

A man who would give ten thousand taels of gold in exchange for you is lust.

A man who is willing to trade his prospects for you is love.

And a man who would give twenty years of his life, the best years of his life, to exchange for you, to wait for you.

And without saying a word, without expecting anything in return, and without expecting results.

That's silly.

It's really, really silly.

Mo Ran's throat curdled and bitterness rose to his tongue in a tidal wave, and he thought

Chu Wanning, you really are too stupid.

Why so? How so?

How could I, Mo Weiyu, ever deserve this from you?

You are the best person in the world, and I

He will die with his hands full of blood and will be reviled by all and will never live again.

I have bullied you, hated you, failed you, I have killed you.

You don't know what I've done.

You don't even know

Mo Ran hugged the tree, his choked sobs falling into the whistling sea breeze. What had he done

Go after the back of another in the gaze of Chu Wanning.

In Chu Wanning's gaze, waiting obsessively for another to turn around.

In Jin Chengchi's vision, he says to Chu Wanning himself, "Shi Mei, I like you.

He cut Chu Wanning's heart with a knife

But what about Chu Wanning?

Silent as a rock, the river flowing stone does not turn, the knife pokes in his heart, and he is as good as nothing, taking care of him, forgiving him, accompanying him.

Till death do us part.

Till death do us part.

He laughed, he cried bitterly, he was alone in the moonlight of the watery sky, no one could see him, and he tended to go mad.

Chu Wanning, for two lifetimes, two lifetimes until his death, never let Mo Ran know his feelings, the most humble thing this proud man ever did in his life was to fall in love with a man.

He did everything he could for that person, but long ago, in the midst of a long wait, it became clear that there would never be a place for him in the other person's eyes, and he chose not to disturb, chose not to alarm, and not to give anyone the slightest bit of trouble, knowing full well that the other person would not like him.

The choice was made, leaving the last of the dignity behind.

In his last life, to his death, he only said, it is I who thin you, death and life are not resentful.

In this life, he confessed his love to him, and Chu Wanning, so nice, so proud, said, "I'm no good. I've never been liked by anyone."

Fairy Tramper Mo Weiyu What has been done

What has been done

Is it blindness, or is it wisdom

Why can't you see through it, why can't you live up to it?

Chu Wanning lies in bed, the curtain has been lowered and he looks out across the smoky haze of shadows at the lights outside his tent.

His face was hot, his heart was beating fast, but his thoughts were frozen and flowing slowly.

Chu Wanning seems so simple and clean compared to the one outside who is unable to experience pure sweetness because of the sins of the soul.

He stretched his five fingers out, spreading them in front of him, and when he looked back, he found himself with one hand over the spine of the other, palm over palm, as Mo Ran had held him earlier.

""

When he realised what he was doing, Chu Wanning froze, then became enraged that he had been so distracted by the man's strength that he could not escape.

no good

He viciously released his own hands and took his left hand and slapped his right.

"Squeak."

The door suddenly pushes open and the swirling night air stirs the curtain.

Chu Wanning rolled over violently and closed his eyes to pretend to be asleep. He heard the man enter the room and walk over to the bed, his tall figure blocking out the faint candlelight, and even through the curtain, he could feel the light dip, Mo Ran's shadow cast on the bed, pressing against him and making him gasp a little.

"Master, you have fallen asleep."

Mo Ran's voice is soft, somehow husky, as if it were dipped in the bitter salt of the sea.

Chu Wanning does not answer.

Mo Ran stood in the same place for a while, then rustled around, as if he was afraid of waking Chu Wanning, and made himself a regular, honest bed on the floor where he had slept yesterday, before blowing out the candle.

The house was suddenly plunged into darkness, even deeper than last night because of the absence of the piles of spirit butterflies and begonias that filled the room, a darkness that was stimulating to the senses and oppressive, a darkness that made one fear what would happen in it and look forward to what could happen in it.

But Mo Ran did nothing, and the man who used to make a name for himself by visiting a kiln suddenly became so mute, cautious, compassionate and polite.

He closed his clothes and lay down.

Chu Wanning sighed with relief and a vague sense of melancholy, but before he had time to feel ashamed of his melancholy, he heard Mo Ran rise from the floor again. And then the curtain moved lightly and he lifted the curtain of his bed.

Chu Wanning's heart was in his throat as he remained motionless, still curled up and asleep, trying his best to even out his breathing, hoping not to be noticed.

He wondered what Mo Ran was trying to do when he suddenly got up.

He had never been in a couple, he had never broken the precepts, and his only knowledge of sex came from those inexplicable and absurd dreams.

Like a man who has never been in the water before, he is more intimidated by rough waves than eager, preferring to find a small pool of water up to his waist and belly to take a couple of dips. If he were to face the tide head-on, he feared he would drown in the whirlpool.

So, he was actually afraid that Mo Ran would do more.

But, I don't know if it was because Mo Ran felt his slight trembling or heard his indisputably rapid heartbeat, but Mo Ran stood quietly for a moment, then he leaned over

Leaning a little lower, Chu Wanning could almost feel his hot, masculine breath, his blazing chest seeming to press down.

But only, looking down at him for a moment like this, he smoothed a stray strand of hair from his temples behind his ear, and then the bedding rustled and he helped him to cover up with the warmth of the blanket.

Chu Wanning felt a little more settled, satisfied and dissatisfied. But it seems that Mo Ran is still an honest man after all.

The word "human" was still in his head when Mo Ran, the honest man, lowered his head again and Chu Wanning only had time to feel the soft, warm touch on his cheek before his head buzzed with a wave of shock, stabbing at the rocks on the shore and splashing a thousand piles of snow foam.

Mo Ran's scent haunted him, smothered him and tormented him.

He kissed the side of his face.

How many people can face the sleeping face of their beloved and just look at it with their sleeves, just tuck them in and just say good night?

Mo Weiyu exhausts all restraint and patience, the chains strangling deep into the flesh of desire, choking the other, but finally letting go of this soft, gentle kiss.

The blood rumbles, poor late night Yu Heng Yingming Shenwu, a life of calm and collected, valiant tread, but in Mo Weiyu's hot, low breathing, cheeks burning, palms sweating.

His breath was caught, his heart was beating so fast that it no longer seemed to belong to him, and the world was so blank that it seemed as if nothing was left, or as if a hot fire had suddenly ignited in his belly, and spots of light flashed before his eyes. In his dizziness, he was only barely aware of one thing.

Mo Ran is kissing him.

Although it is only the side face.

And as for the rest, like how long Mo Ran had been kissing, he didn't have any room to think about that anymore, his fingers squeezing tight under the bedding, his hot sweat beading up, his eyelids fluttering and trembling uncontrollably

Fortunately, the night was so dark that Mo Ran could not see the rustling of his eyelashes.

Fortunately, Chu Wanning's face was so hot and he was so drowsy that he didn't feel a warm tear slide down Mo Ran's cheek and onto his neck during the kiss.