Chapter 185: Master's Private Meeting Caught in the Act

When consciousness returned and they were barely aware of what they were doing, Chu Wanning had the vague impression that they had somehow made it out of the bustling crowd and into the nearest woods they could find, kissing fiercely, their breath hot and rapid.

So thirsty.

No shame ......

He didn't know why he had come to this point, he didn't know if he was right or wrong, and what to do next.

Unfortunately, for all his ambition, his skills are extremely poor.

The worse it was for Mo Ran, the more his lips were knocked against his teeth, the more his force was not restrained, the more he bit the tip of his tongue, the more fishy and sweet the blood was, the more he breathed, the redder his face became, the more confused and difficult his breathing became.

By the end, Mo Ran was laughing at the hard-working, no-nonsense Chu Wanning, and it was so endearing.

His once cold and hard heart melted away into sparkling spring water, a lake of 10,000 miles, flooded with fine golden waves and wrapped around his fingers in softness.

Chu Wanning, who knows he's abysmally bad, but just won't admit it, narrows his eyes and asks in a coercive tone, "What are you laughing at?"

When Mo Ran did not answer, the smile in his eyes deepened, and he became more and more annoyed.

"Am I not doing ...... the right thing?"

"Which is not true, it's right." Mo Ran rubbed the top of his hair affectionately before rubbing his ears together, "Master is the best ......"

"Then you're still laughing!"

Mo Ran laughed again in a low tone, his chest hot and hard, but his heart growing soft and tender.

"My reaction was more than just a laugh, too."

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That day, Chu Wanning also do not know how he returned to the top of the dead life, do everything like a wooden stiff, no consciousness, the only thing I remember in front of the red lotus water pavilion when they parted again in the darkness of the night gasping for breath and close embrace, kissing each other for a long time, hate can not swallow the love of life into the belly, how can not be enough ...... Not enough ......

In a blur he remembered Mo Ran whispering to him to allow him to sleep in the red lotus watering hole this night, and it took Chu Wanning's last gasp of clarity to regain some sense and not agree.

He didn't know why he didn't say yes, perhaps because of his inexplicable pride, or because he had been alone for so long that he couldn't get used to it, or because he was so rigid and pedantic that he found it all absurd and unconscionable, and although it was infinitely tempting, it was too quick to catch him off guard.

When Chu Wanning pushed his way through the door and entered the water pavilion, he understood for the first time in his life what it meant to "not dare to turn back".

He knew that his strings were stretched to the limit and that if he turned back now, he would lose everything and his desire would break and he would never be able to push the person in front of him again.

They'll be burned to ashes, not even cinders left.

When he went back to bathe and change, Chu Wanning found his trousers were wet, and the fishy sweet and slightly tart smell made him blush, not knowing what to do, and even the tips of his cold, stern eyes were red, thinly tinged with the colour of begonias.

He stayed where he was for a long time, and he couldn't help but wonder how it could have happened. How things had come to this.

In all his life, he had never been this out of shape, this passive, ever.

Shit, what was he going to do.

In the past, when Chu Wanning encountered a problem that was difficult to solve, his next instinct was to look for a solution in a book, so he has been reading a lot of books since he was a child.

For the first time, that sweaty volume could not give him an answer.

So he was at a loss, utterly at a loss as to what to do and what to do about it.

Fortunately, Mo Ran seemed to understand him, and after being rejected once, he understood Chu Wanning's confusion and anxiety and did not venture further.

But their intimacy did not stop at hand-holding, they would kiss fiercely in the alley behind Mengpo Court, they would go to some deserted forest after nightfall to talk to each other, Mo Ran was a man of few words, sometimes he would answer only when Chu Wanning asked him, but his eyes could speak, there were sweet words and tender feelings in them, but he was stupid and could not express them well. He's just stupid, he can't express himself, and he can't express himself well.

Often, Mo Ran prefers to go straight to work rather than pay lip service to it.

And inexplicably, Chu Wanning feels that he is always very aware of what he wants. It is clear that they have only just got together, but occasionally Chu Wanning feels as if Mo Ran has been with him in this capacity for many years.

As the days moved on, they spent more and more time together kissing and cuddling, but they could not quench the steaming y-u fire, and almost every time they parted, they were still in each other's arms, all agitated and swollen.

Chu Wanning was fine, after all, he had been cultivating for many years, and his strength of mind was beyond anyone's reach, but Mo Ran was different, he and Chu Wanning did not practice the same kind of mindfulness, not to mention being young and energetic, he really could not get up and go back immediately after each rendezvous.

It's so obvious that you can't even cover it up with your clothes, it'll be obvious.

He really endured too much pain.

That day, after dinner, they spent a little more than half an hour in an off-the-beaten-track area near the back of the mountain, but there was a gathering of elders in the evening, so Chu Wanning counted the hours and thought it was about time, so he told Mo Ran he had to go. But when Mo Ran thought it was too late, he didn't want to let him go.

He refused in a rougher way, not with words, but with a direct kiss again.

There are some abandoned garden rocks in the woods, and Mo Ran sits on one of them, holding Chu Wanning so that he is facing towards him and sitting on his lap, a position where the person sitting underneath would normally be slightly shorter than the person sitting on his lap, but Mo Ran is already tall, so he is on a level with Chu Wanning without any disadvantage.

Mo Ran's heart was on fire as he heard his partner's low, suppressed gasps, as he moved from his lips to his neck and nibbled at the knot in Chu Wanning's throat.

Chu Wanning can't stand it either. He wants to get away, he wants to go, but his back is weak and his legs and feet are uncontrollable. This embrace has been a favourite position of Mo Ran's lately, and the tingling tension of being able to hold him like this is so intimate that Chu Wanning can even imagine what it would be like without the screen of clothing.

Perhaps it was a real danger that even the most intense kisses could not relieve the desire, but rather added fuel to the fire and made it hotter and hotter.

Mo Ran's gaze was all tide as he released his wet red lips, his breath coming in low gasps, his throat rolling sensuously as he gazed intently at Chu Wanning, as if he wanted to say something but in the end said nothing, only biting up again with fury.

Chu Wanning felt the pain when he bit into it, but it was exciting, sore and shivering like a pinpoint.

There was a thin, fuzzy whimper in the man's throat as he embraced the person in his arms and stroked the ink-black hair; he just felt so good about his Master that one could hate to be able to empty one's heart into pity, and so tempting to want to be ruthless and bully hard ......

In the still air, the primal scent grows thicker and Chu Wanning tilts his head and closes his trembling eyes slightly, uncomfortable that such an embrace and kiss is so difficult for him, let alone for the young man holding him.

Mo Ran's eyes are all burnt red and slightly moist at the end.

He spoke in a low tone, his voice hoarse, somewhat withdrawn and aggrieved: "Master ......"

"......"

"Please, I can't take it anymore ......"

Can't stand it is trying to do what? Chu Wanning thought of those broken and blurred dreams, a small shiver ran up his tailbone, he did not make a sound, his ears were red, couldn't stand it ...... was trying to do what ......

Before Mo Ran took his already wet and red lips in another kiss, Chu Wanning whispered, almost inaudibly, "Then ...... don't be here."

Don't be here, just could have been more, somewhere else.

Mo Ran jerked her head up, almost in a mixture of surprise, and then kissed him so hard that she actually tried to stand him up like that.

Chu Wanning, feeling nothing but shame, said angrily, "Put me down!"

Mo Ran put him down but did not forget to kiss him, "Where does the Master want to go?"

Before Chu Wanning can say anything, he hears a rustling sound in the nearby haystack, and with a start, his senses snap clear and he pushes Mo Ran out of the way.

As soon as they parted, they saw a man coming from the shadows of the bamboo forest, carrying an eerily swaying wind lamp in his hand, the hem of his garment whipping in the wind.

The man was silent for a long time, and his voice rang out, even if suppressed, full of shock and bewilderment.

"What are you ...... doing here?"