Chapter 89: My Seat and Your Past

By the time Mo Ran woke up again, it was light and the sun was high.

Mo Ran rolls over and blinks to see that Chu Wanning is still asleep.

Perhaps it was because he had drunk the tapir dew, or perhaps he hadn't been feeling well lately, always dreamy and restless, it was already this time of night, and he was still dreaming heavily.

Mo Ran :""

Since the Master does not get up, there is even less need for a disciple to rise to the occasion; the bed is so comfortable that it is better to lie down high.

But it was boring to lie down, so Mo Ran went over and played with Chu Wanning's hair.

There was always a faint scent of flowers in his hair, soft as smoke, dense as mist, one of Mo Ran's favourite things to touch.

Fingers passed through the thin streams of mist, a satin-like touch that tickled between them.

The inky bed curtains sway slightly with the breeze that escapes through the window.

Squinting, there's always a bit of energy in the morning, not to mention that the end of the finger tastes so good, so ripe, so

He swipes a strand of Chu Wanning's long hair and sniffs it carefully.

This long, warm, soft hair takes the passing time and slowly rides over from a previous life.

After his rebirth, he had tried not to think about all the too-romantic affairs he'd had with Chu Wanning, but for some reason, he was thinking about it this morning.

In the throat, too, there seems to be some thirst.

Unwilling to touch the body of the person in front of him again, but hair is always possible, he closes his eyes and gently kisses the ink between his fingers.

This ink colour

The Wushan Palace, at the top of death and life, is the same shade of ink that hangs down in a thousand threads, enveloping Mo Ran in it. He holds the man's strong, thin waist, a thin layer of muscle beneath his fingers, a different touch from that of a woman.

Mo Ran, in the position of the victor, commands him with good grace and without malice.

"Move a little faster."

""

"So slow, are you out of strength?"

There's a car flying by, there's no time to explain, so get in!

"You're really slutty." Mo Ran whispered, "I should have fucked you when I was your apprentice."

He was in the end a ruffian, illiterate in the ways of the world and always out of his depth.

Such crude sentences are like the edge of a knife, piercing Chu Wanning's heart.

He suddenly tilted his head back and closed his eyes, his raspy voice ringing out for the first time.

He said.

" Mo Ran, you kill me."

The man's hand that held his waist trembled imperceptibly.

Mo Ran then smiled, still sweet and lovely, with deep pear sockets.

"Yeah."

Chu Wanning's eyes opened abruptly.

Mo Ran saw a slightly twisted smile of his own in those wet eyes that made him so horny.

"If you ask to die, I will not stop you. But the way you die is not your choice. I want you to be fucked by a thousand people in front of your good pupil Xue Meng, and oh, better yet, I want Xue Meng to be a part of it. Isn't that good enough for you?"

"You."

Thin, cold white fingers gripped the ground backwards, but could not grasp anything.

Chu Wanning is ultimately helpless, at his mercy, the light in her eyes fading.

Suddenly, he lifted his hand and covered his eyes.

Chu Wanning said softly, " Mo Ran "

" Mo Ran, if, for example, you have a little bit of love and a little bit of conscience"

His eyelashes trembled slightly under the back of his hand.

"Just please don't do it again."

" Mo Ran "

The voice suddenly choked up.

That was the first time Mo Ran, in his previous life, had heard him cry.

"Mo Ran, I can't take it anymore"

"Ouch."

Suddenly, Chu Wanning rolls over and jolts Mo Ran out of her fishy-sweet memories, leaving her heart thumping like a crow's nest.

The long hair had slipped through his fingers, but the man was sleeping on his side, a face so close that Mo Ran could even make out the long, delicate lashes.

It was beautiful. He thought.

In all fairness to Chu Wanning, he is not a feminine looker, he is more manly than normal, with his strong, sharp features.

But the more it happens, the more itchy it is.

Mo Ran wanted so badly to see this iron-boned, unbeatable man fall beneath her, to be pinned to her bones.

The heart is beating faster and faster.

He stared at Chu Wanning's face, his eyes moving inch by inch to the pale, slightly parted lips from sleep.

Can't help but move closer.

Just a little closer and you can kiss.

Manna-like taste.

Mo Ran's throat shrugged, feeling endlessly thirsty. Closer, just a little closer to touching.

Suddenly, a flash of clarity flashed through his lust-burning mind and he froze violently, his face pale.

What is he doing?

Sitting up suddenly, Mo Ran stared at the man on the bed, Chu Wanning, Chu Wanning, used to being with him again, but that was all in the past.

Do you really like him?

Horrified by this thought, Mo Ran's face turned blue and disoriented.

Finally he took a deep breath, buried his face in his palm and rubbed it hard, cursed and fled, cloaked in his clothes.