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Master and I are staying outside

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    Mo Ran's fingertips trembled a little, and his heartbeat was unreasonably fast.

    The saddest thing about a man is that his sexual desire is not controlled by reason, even if he himself is 11 million unwilling, he still gets hot, and his heart is itchy and numb.

    He cursed himself in a low voice, adjusted his sitting posture so that no one could see it, and then leaned over to serve Chu Wanning another bowl of soup.

    When the soup bowl was handed over, his fingers rubbed against Chu Wanning's. He was startled, only to feel the numbness like lightning flashing through the spine, shaking his hand, and the soup splashed out a little.

    Chu WanNing frowned, and didn't care so much, took the soup and drank it to ease the spicy pain between the lips and teeth.  Mo Ran looked at his lips without saying a word, and it was red because of the spiciness, like fresh fruit among the leaves and flowers on the branches.

    When kissed, it is soft, warm and moist

    "Snapped!"

    Mo Ran gave himself a slap when he shook his hand.

    Everyone was stunned and looked at him silently.

    Mo Ran suddenly came back to his senses, cleared his throat embarrassingly, and said hoarsely: "A mosquito stopped on my face."

    "Ouch." Suddenly a loud female voice rang out, fussing, "Mosquitoes in autumn are the most poisonous. If you drink enough blood, you will survive the winter. Did Xianjun bring herbal ointment?"

    "Huh?" Mo Ran froze for a moment, looking for his reputation.  The speaker was a pretty girl, with black and glossy braids, wearing a blue jacket, picturesque eyebrows, white and tender skin, but very bold eyes. When she met Mo Ran's eyes, she immediately became more and more beautiful.  Enthusiasm.

    Mo Ran didn't react for a while, and he was only thinking, oh, it's the girl who just sang the ditty.

    He is dull, but the aunt sitting next to the girl is very smart. She is a woman who has given birth to seven children. She has a better understanding of the thoughts of the girl's family than anyone else.  You lived here for a long time, and you will go back after the busy farming season, why would you bring herbal ointment? Ling'er, you can send a jar to Xianjun later."

    The girl named Ling'er immediately smiled brightly: "Of course that's good. I'll bring it to Xianjun in the evening."

    "" Mo Ran didn't have time to say anything, and the two passionate women made a decision for him, Mo Ran couldn't help being a little speechless.  He turned his head to look at Chu Wanning, and saw that Chu Wanning was taking out a handkerchief, slowly wiping the soup stains on his hands, with a disgusted expression.

    Mo Ran is not good at dealing with women, so he whispered to Chu Wanning: "I also have soup on my hand, and I will wipe your handkerchief after wiping it."

    Chu Wanning handed him his handkerchief, still the one embroidered with crabapple flowers.

    Mo Ran remembered that he was in Taohuayuan, and he used this handkerchief. Chu Wanning looked indifferent and cold, but he was actually a long-term person. Mo Ran had noticed in his previous life that the style of this person's clothes and the decorations in the house,  Often ten or twenty years will not change much.  I just didn't expect that even this handkerchief was the same.

    It has been so long, and the pattern embroidered on it has faded, and this nostalgic person did not discard it.

    Mo Ran wiped his hands, and then took a closer look at the handkerchief, and suddenly found that although the flowers were embroidered meticulously, the stitches were not good-looking. When he saw that it was made by a beginner, he was taken aback for a while.

    Xindao, it is estimated that the master stabbed it himself when he was idle and bored. Thinking of the face of the master poking the begonia with a small needle in a serious manner, Mo Ran couldn't help but want to laugh

    To take a closer look, the handkerchief was taken away by Chu Wanning.

    Mo Ran said: "What to do with it, I will wash it for you."

    "I can wash it myself." Chu Wanning said, picking up the bowls and chopsticks again.  Where is Mo Ran willing to watch him die again, he quickly changed a bowl of rice with him, and said, "Eat my bowl, I have never touched it."

    The wife of the village chief also hurriedly said: "Xianjun can't eat spicy food, so don't eat it, it's okay, it's okay."

    Chu Wanning pursed her lips, and drooped her eyes for a long time and said, "I'm sorry." While talking about changing meals with Mo Ran, Mo Ran took his bowl and chopsticks and was about to eat, but thought that Chu Wanning had already eaten  As soon as I took a bite, my heart was inexplicably warm and throbbing.

    He took a piece of fat and thin pork belly and brought it to his mouth. The chopsticks bit his teeth and brushed his lips

    The previous life was extremely absurd, what extraordinary things have not been done with Chu Wanning?  But in this life, he just licked his used chopsticks and pressed his lips against his used bowls.

    It turned out that it was just like this, and the heat was unstoppable.

    No matter how sternly I warn myself, and how many times I tell myself not to have lustful thoughts about his pure and upright master, my heart doesn't feel like my own. He can keep himself from touching him, but he can't miss him.  .

    He has long since lost sight of Chu WanNing.??, the eyebrows are knotted.

    Now he finally realizes one thing: it is too difficult for him to be nice to Chu Wanning.

    The distance is far away, I am afraid that I will not be able to cover this person, and I am afraid that I will not be able to take good care of him.

    The distance is getting closer, but he can't restrain the evil fire in his heart. If he doesn't pay attention to his reason, he will be burned. He is afraid that he will do something that crosses the line.

    He wanted to fuck him, wanted him, and even at this moment, he suddenly felt that what he wanted to do was not to kneel here and pinch Chu Wanning's feet with medicine.  This person was sitting in front of him, sitting on the bed. His current strength is not much different from the past, and Chu Wanning couldn't get rid of him.

    He longed to possess him, longed to push people down between the beds, he longed for his throat to be dry with thirst, longed for the burning heat of desire, he longed for kissing Chu Wanning densely, he longed for

    "Master, it's finished!" He almost shouted loudly.  It frightened Chu Wanning to jump.

    Only Mo Ran knew that his back was covered in cold sweat.

    He suddenly felt extremely sad¡ªwhy he couldn't treat Master cleanly, why he couldn't treat Master frankly, why he couldn't get rid of those fiery desires.

    Chu Wanning, Chu Wanning

    His master is the loneliest person in the world. If he knew that his apprentice had such thoughts for him, how much he would cast aside and despise him?

    It's been two lifetimes.

    He didn't want him to look down on him any more.

    Chu Wanning put on the shoes and socks, and during this process, Mo Ran kept his head down and stood beside him without speaking, he looked like a well-behaved and docile dog, only he knew that what was locked in his heart was an insatiable wolf  .

    After a while, Mo Ran suppressed the heat in his heart and said: "Master, take a good rest. If you feel uncomfortable tomorrow, don't go to the ground. I will do two people alone."

    Before Chu Wanning had time to say anything, he heard a delicate voice outside shouting: "Mo Xianjun, Mo Xianjun, are you there?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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