Article 507
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Chu Wanning knew that he should answer him, "Don't you practice Taoism?" "Don't you know how to open a barrier?" "Why can't you go back?"
But he was silent for a while, and for some reason he didn't say anything, nor did he respond. He just raised his head and looked at the vast night rain.
His palms were slightly warm, and there was a little sweat between his curled fingers.
Just as he was thinking about how to answer, his hand was held by Mo Ran. His slight trembling, slight heat, and slight sweat stains all fell into Mo Ran's eyes without any cover. hands.
Mo Ran looked at him, for a long time, his Adam's apple twitched: "Master, I, I want to be with you..."
The words came to my lips, but I couldn't say them out, but my heart was so numb that I couldn't swallow them.
At the end, his dark eyes were wet and hot. In one sentence, he spoke passionately yet implicitly, cryptically yet intimately. He whispered: "I mean...it's raining too much. Don't go back to the sect tonight, Lu." It's so far away, you'll catch a cold."
Allen Chu didn't react. He was stunned for a moment and said, "I'm not cold."
"Are you hot?"
"I'm not hot either..."
Mo Ran's breath was hot and his chest was rising and falling. Before Chu Wanning could answer, he held his hand, put it against his beating heart, and whispered: "I'm hot."
The rain beats the duckweed.
But Chu Wanning saw fire in his eyes, saw the molten flow and Zhongxia.
The young man was almost pitiful in his anxiety and endearing at the same time.
His voice was a little hoarse: "Let's go to the nearest inn, okay? Let's go now."
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Gouzi: After seeing the last sentence today, why do I feel like the kind of bastard who tricked her boyfriend into renting a house in college...
Chapter 188 Master, I really love you
Allen Chu's heart suddenly tightened.
It rained too much, it was too cold or too hot - they could all go back, but they had to use this excuse that both of them thought was lame to take him to an inn.
The meaning of this, even if Chu Wanning is stupid, he should understand it.
Mo Ran was checking his pulse and exploring his thoughts.
If he shakes his head, Mo Ran will definitely not force himself to do it, but if he agrees, it means that he is willing to be with him...
What to do with him?
Chu Wanning doesn't know, even if he knows, he doesn't want to think about it.
He only felt that his face was burning so hot that even heavy rain could not quench it.
He was extremely nervous and didn't know what to answer, so he had to hold the narrow neck of the flask and wanted to take another sip, but it was almost empty. The last trace of the cool and thick white pear blossom entered his throat. He lowered his head, The bright red tassels make the fingers become slender and white.
He didn't say anything, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.
Mo Ran is a person who doesn't like drinking very much. When he saw him drinking wine, he suddenly asked him: "Is there any more?"
"Gone."
"...You have such an impatient temper that you drink so quickly." Mo Ran said, lowered his head and kissed his lips gently, "Then I can only have a taste."
Pear blossom white has a mellow taste and a faint fragrance of osmanthus.
But at the age of thirty, Chu Wanning passed away, and Mo Ran drank alone on the roof all night. In the end, he felt that there was no taste and it was bitter.
Later, and after rebirth, Mo Ran was not very willing to touch wine again.
too bitter.
He kissed Chu Wanning's slightly cold lips, pecked lightly at first, touched carefully and then separated, and then kissed carefully.
The sound of rain rumbled, and the sky and the earth seemed blurry.
There was no one under the verandah, and the rain curtain became a natural curtain. I don’t know when they started hugging each other, kissing and tangled with each other, their lips and tongues rubbing wetly. The sound of their blushing faces and heartbeats during the passionate kiss was offset by the pounding sound of the rain hitting the beams. The sound was drowned, and Chu Wanning could not hear any more sounds. The sound of the rain was deafening and struck the heartstrings like a drum horn roaring.
Different from the cold raindrops, Mo Ran's breath was so hot. His kiss moved from the lips to the bridge of the nose, eyes, eyebrows, and then to the temples. A rough and wet tongue stretched out to lick him. The auricle, Chu Wanning couldn't stand such stimulation, his body was tense, his fingers clenched into fists, but he was unwilling to make a sound.
He rubbed his neck with him, Mo Yan held his earrings, and rubbed the tiny mole mark behind his ear...
Allen Chu was trembling slightly in his arms.
Mo Ran hugged him, hugged him tighter, and wanted to crush him all over, crush him into his own body, and rub it into his flesh and blood.
His voice was low and hoarse, whispering in Allen Chu's ear: "Master..."
He shouted respectfully, but his hands were caressing the person in his arms rebelliously. The young man folded the lid tightly in the pot to suppress his enthusiasm, and finally overflowed, and the hot boiling water was foaming. It was about to burn out, it was about to start cooking, but the firewood was getting stronger and stronger, tormenting him.
Suffering them.
"follow me……"
Maybe the ghost was obsessed, but Mo Ran held his hand tightly and ran eagerly in the rain, so ridiculous.
The rain was extremely cold, but it felt like it was hot when it was poured on them. None of them opened the barrier or bought an umbrella. They seemed to have lost their magic power. They seemed like the most ordinary ordinary people, letting the wind and rain hit them. He hurriedly followed the red lantern swaying in the heavy rain and ran into an inn.
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The waiter at the inn was yawning, probably thinking that with such heavy rain and such a late hour, no travelers would come to stay, so he was shocked to see the two people rushing in wet.
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