Chapter 189: Master, you are so kind

The room was quiet, the sounds of heartbeats and gasps were distinct, and the air smelled fishy but sweet.

Lying on the bed, Mo Ran changed his position and took him in her arms from behind, pecking at his eyes and his neck.

They were both sweaty, their bodies hot as hell, wet and greasy together, rubbing and tangling, and Chu Wanning's mind was still too dizzy to even think about what they had done, how absurd it all was.

But the heart is warm, it is on fire.

Warm water churned in the lower head of the chest, trying to break through.

Suddenly I heard the person in my arms whisper, "What about you?"

Mo Ran froze: "What"

Chu Wanning coughs softly, "You"

Without further ado, he rolled over in the darkness, his bright eyes slowly looking into Mo Ran's, and even though the surroundings were dull, Mo Ran felt as if she saw Chu Wanning's face flush.

"You're still" Chu Wanning hesitated, still unable to speak, and finally just dropped her eyelashes and said, "I'll help you."

Mo Ran suddenly realised that he was heartbroken and sweet, and he hugged him and said, "It doesn't matter how stupid you are, we'll talk about it later."

"I'm not stupid." Chu Wanning said stiffly, calling him stupid was not something he wanted to do, "Aren't you the one who's stupid? Isn't that hard for you?"

"Ahem, I'll wait until you're asleep and go take a shower."

Chu Wanning, however, insisted: "I'll help you."

"No," Mo Ran said, stopping him in his tracks.

"" Chu Wanning stopped talking, as if she thought her clumsy appearance in bed was lame and humiliating, and probably really wouldn't have made Mo Ran comfortable, saying something about going for a shower afterwards, but really just saving face, the implication probably being that even using her hands was better than her own skills.

He mulled this over, his face cooling a little, and finally said, "If you don't want it, forget it."

Mo Ran is slightly stunned by the aftermath of the affair, Chu Wanning's voice is not as impeccable as usual, not as inaudible as usual, not as happy or sad, there is so much resignation and anger there, so heavy that it is clearly discernible.

Why is this person so stupid.

He wanted to be with Chu Wanning in this inn, to get drunk and die, to eat the person in his arms inside and out, to fuse with his body, to mingle with his soul.

He even still wants to see Chu Wanning choked up by his bullying, wants Chu Wanning's body to have his scent and his imprint on it.

But it will be hard.

He had done it with Chu Wanning in a previous life, and he knew how long Chu Wanning had been feverish after that time, a face so pale with chapped lips that he still couldn't forget it.

He just wants to take it one step at a time, and it doesn't matter how hard he has to endure it, he wants Chu Wanning to be comfortable the first time, and to feel the excitement and enjoyment every time after that, to be able to eat and sink with him.

But Chu Wanning has clearly misunderstood something.

Mo Ran kissed him on the forehead and said in a low, muffled voice, "Why I don't want it anymore what are you thinking about?"

""

"You don't even look at what I'm like now." The man's deep hot breath was at his ear, his voice was wet, "What has it become, and you still think I don't want you fool."

Chu Wanning was furious: "If you say one more word about being a fool, I'll take your head off."

Chu Wanning was so shocked that he couldn't say anything more than that he felt the heat rising from the top of his head.

"It's all over, it's all your fault."

In the darkness of the night, he kissed his eyes again, then moved on down and bridged his lips, sucking, licking and grinding them in an obsessive and intoxicating way.

After a few moments of kissing, both of them could not restrain themselves, and the lust in the room became more and more intense, their lips and tongues sucking, intertwining uncontrollably, rubbing against each other, their lust almost visible to the naked eye, and in the midst of the ecstasy, Mo Ran heard Chu Wanning whisper, a little reluctantly, a little blushing, still in a stubborn tone: "I want to make you feel good too comfortable."

The last coda was almost a shudder, shame drowning him.

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" Wangning ."

He heard Mo Ran call him from behind him, so softly, so lingeringly, so lovingly.

The two men, calmed and panting after their lustful outburst, Mo Ran stroked him, kissed him, appreciated him, enfolded him in his arms and guarded him as a precious treasure.

Chu Wanning was drowsy, his back sweaty, and he leaned against Mo Ran's broad, hot chest for a while, dazed, before slowly closing his eyes and falling asleep.

The next morning Chu Wanning woke up to the light of day sliding in through a crack in the window and heard the sound of rain on the tiles, which was heavy and not stopping.

He felt a slight headache, and the flashes of debris from last night seemed like fish scales tumbling in a sink, glistening with a dappled, sticky light, floating and sinking.

He tried to remember, but the scales sank deeper and deeper, finally engulfing him completely in darkness.

Then he thought about what he had done with Mo Ran last night, and his whole body stiffened, his face burning red fast. He tried to get up, but Mo Ran's firm arms were still around him, his chest was still against his back, rising and falling evenly.

Mo Ran is still awake.

And so he waited, for who knows how long; the hours were not so distinct in this darkened bedroom, but they should have been long.

Long enough for the arms to go a little numb.

Long enough for the turbulent heartbeat to slowly slow down.

Long enough to stop being so awkward.

Chu Wanning finally rolls over, face to face, to look at Mo Ran's sleeping face.

Very handsome, a handsome face rarely found in the world, both in the eyebrows, the nose and the lips, all the best.

Only his brow is slightly knitted, as if he has a heavy heart that cannot be dissolved and is heavy.

Chu Wanning looked at the face again, silently, for a long time.

It was so long that he could not resist and gently, for the first time, kissed Mo Ran's face of his own accord.

Then he gently moved Mo Ran's arm, sat down on the edge of the bed, put on his trousers and went for his white lining. There were folds and creases on the garment that were so evocative that Chu Wanning tried to smooth them out, but to no avail.

He had to put it on as he saw fit and secretly hoped that no one at the top of the dead life would see anything different, and as he did so, he went about folding his sash.

Suddenly someone hugged him from behind.

Chu Wanning was startled, although it showed only a slight stutter in his hands.

Mo Ran had somehow woken up, got up, hugged him and kissed his earring.

"Master."

I don't know what to say, but for the first time in my life, Chu Wanning is not a problem, and Mo Ran is as shy and embarrassed as a newlywed, and it takes her a while to say something softly.

"Early"

"What's early, it's late." Chu Wanning didn't turn around and dressed himself.

Mo Ran smiled abruptly, with a light snort, before reaching out and straightening the pendant around Chu Wanning's neck.

"This repels the cold, keep it close to your body or it won't be effective."

Chu Wanning looks back at him as if something has suddenly occurred to him.

Last night I felt something tied around Mo Ran's neck during sex, but I was too dazed to look at it, but when I did, it was a pendant of dragon blood crystals that matched my own.

"You," Chu Wanning was stunned, "didn't you say at the Confucianism School that this pendant was the last one?"

He shut up abruptly.

It was the sight of Mo Ran looking at herself with a smile, her pearly eyes melting and her gaze soft.

He suddenly understood Mo Ran's private thoughts at the time and suddenly became a little hot.

"Go home early." Finally, not daring to look at Mo Ran, he only said, "Any later and I'm afraid someone will see something."

Mo Ran said tamely, "All at the Master's disposal."

But after a moment's silence, his ambition was not dead, his blood was not cold. Pulling Chu Wanning, who had put on his boots and was ready to stand up, he leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Don't be angry, you'll have to bear it when you get back, I was trying to keep it in my thoughts." Mo Ran smiled and nudged her fingertips to Chu Wanning's lips where she was about to speak, "Master, you are so kind."

Because of this comment, Chu Wanning was still in a trance until he walked back to the gate.

He felt good not about himself, but about Mo Ran.

This young man is handsome, gentle and devotedly in love with himself, sometimes to the extent that Chu Wanning finds it surreal to think that this man is too perfect to belong to such a mute version of himself.

A self that can't even say a decent love story.

But when Mo Ran gazed at him, he looked so earnest, so serious, so unreal, and when Mo Ran kissed him, so passionate, his breath seemed to be in Chu Wanning's hands, and everything was given to him.

Even if one's demeanour last night was awkward, one's speech was dull, and one sometimes wandered off

But Mo Ran doesn't feel spoiled, and wakes up early in the morning, still willing to kiss him on the lips and say, "You're so nice.

""

"Master."

"Hmm."

When he looked back, he saw Mo Ran smiling and waving at him from beneath a border of red begonias: "Where to? This way, there's the red lotus water pavilion.

In Mengpo Court, Mo Ran is still seated in front of him, but the people around them are so noisy that they are less at ease than usual, eating from their bowls.

The group of disciples, who loved to bet on Chu Wanning, could not help but whisper.

"Why isn't Elder Yu Heng talking to Senior Brother Mo today?"

"Not only did he not speak, he didn't even look at him yet."

"So strange, brother Mo also does not give Yu Heng elder clip food, usually is not quite battling it how did they ah, quarrel"

"Do you and your master continue to sit at the same table after a fight?"

"Haha, that's true."

As they were talking, Chu Wanning stood up and went to refill his bowl of porridge, passing by them in white, and the good people stopped talking and buried their heads in their buns.

When Chu Wanning sat back down, they rustled around like rats again

"Do you guys think Elder Yu Heng is a bit strange today."

Immediately, someone nodded, "There is something that says it's not strange, it seems to be clothes"

Five or six pairs of eyes peeked out for half a day, then suddenly a young disciple tsked and said, "It seems a bit too wrinkled, not as meticulous as usual."

When he said this, everyone realized that this was indeed the case, but no one thought of it that way. After muttering for half a day, they all thought that Elder Yu Heng should have gone to the forbidden place at the back of the mountain last night to get rid of some evil spirits and make up for some Little Tian leak or something.

These disciples admired him and looked up to him, but at most they only found him interesting, but none of them ever really saw him as a human being with flesh and blood and desires, so even though Mo Ran and Chu Wanning did not leave any traces of their work, even though many clues were revealed, they did not pay attention and did not notice.

When a man is raised to the altar by the crowd, then he can only keep his mouth shut, make no move, break off his love and desire, and clear his mind, otherwise one wrong move is all that is needed.

So later, when Mo Weiyu and Chu Wanning's relationship became public, many people felt their gods collapsed, angry, disgusted, unbelievable and unacceptable.

But they forget that it is in itself cruel and unforgiving to put a man on a pedestal, to force him to take every step according to the expectations of the people, to force him to live from head to toe for the demands of the people and not to allow him to have any selfish desires.