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Chu Wanning's heart suddenly tightened.
What's too rainy, what's so cold or hot - obviously you can go back, but they use this kind of reason that both of them think is lame to take him to the inn.
The meaning of this, even if Chu Wanning is stupid, he should understand it.
Mo Ran is checking his pulse and exploring his mind.
If you shake your head, Mo Ran will definitely not force it, but if you agree, it means that you are willing to be with him by default
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 hot, a heat that could not be extinguished even by heavy rain.
He was very nervous and didn't know what to answer, so he had no choice but to take another sip by the narrow neck of the jug, but the inside was almost empty, and the last trace of cool and thick pear blossoms entered his throat, he bowed his head, The bright red tassels made the fingers more slender and fairer.
He didn't say a word, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.
Mo Ran is a person who doesn't like drinking very much. At this time, he looked up to drink, but suddenly asked him: "Is there any more?"
"Gone."
"You are so impatient, you drink so fast." Mo Ran said, lowered his head, and gently kissed his lips, "Then I can only taste it."
? Pear Blossom White tastes mellow and sweet, with a faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.
But at the age of thirty, Chu Wanning passed away, and Mo Ran drank alone on the roof all night. At the end of the drink, he felt that he had no taste at all, and it was bitter.
Later, and after rebirth, Mo Ran was not very willing to touch alcohol again.
too bitter.
He kissed Chu Wanning's slightly cool lips, pecked lightly at first, touched carefully and then separated, and kissed carefully.
The sound of the rain is rumbling, and the sky and the earth are dim.
There is no one under the corridor, and the rain curtain has become a natural curtain. At some point, they embraced each other, kissed and entangled each other, rubbed their lips and tongues moistly, and the sound of blushing and heartbeats during the passionate kiss was thumped by the rain hitting the beam The sound was drowned out, and Chu Wanning couldn't hear more sounds, and the sound of the rainstorm was deafening and knocking on the heartstrings like drums and horns.
Different from the cold raindrops, Mo Ran's breath is so hot, his kiss moves from the lips to the bridge of the nose, eyes, eyebrows, and then to the sideburns, the rough and wet tongue sticks out to lick him The auricle, Chu Wanning couldn't stand such a stimulus, his body was tight, his fingers were fisted, but he didn't want to make a sound.
He rubbed against him, Mo Ran held his earrings, and rubbed the tiny mole behind his ear
Chu Wanning trembled slightly in his arms.
Mo Ran hugged him and hugged him even tighter, trying to crush him into pieces, into his own body, into his flesh and blood.
His voice was low and hoarse, whispering in Chu Wanning's ear: "Master"
Calling respectfully, but caressing the person in his arms rebelliously, the young man was stuffy in the pot with a densely packed lid, suppressing his eagerness, and finally overflowed, the boiling water was bubbling and foaming, the water It was about to burn out, it was about to be boiled dry, but the firewood was getting hotter and hotter, tormenting him.
tormenting them.
"follow me¡¡"
Probably because the ghost was fascinated, he actually held his hand tightly by Mo Ran, and ran eagerly in the rain, so absurd.
The rain was extremely cold, but it seemed to be hot when it poured on their bodies. None of them opened the enchantment, nor did they buy an umbrella. I hurriedly followed the red lanterns swaying in the heavy rain, and ran into an inn.
The waiter at the inn was yawning, probably thinking that there would be no travelers coming to stay at such a late hour in the heavy rain, so he was shocked to see the two of them barging in wet.
Mo Ran held Chu Wanning's wrist tightly, the palm of his hand was so hot, it seemed that the water vapor would be evaporated.
He wiped the drops of water dripping down his handsome face, and said a little anxiously, "Stay in the hotel."
"Ah, good, good, here are the keys to the two rooms, a total of"
"What?" Hearing the two upper rooms, Mo Ran became more anxious, his throat moved, his slender fingers curled up, and he knocked on the countertop, "No, we only need one."
The second brother froze for a moment, looked at Mo Ran, and then at Chu Wanning.
Chu Wanning suddenly turned his face away, burning badly, he calmly broke his hands away from Mo Ran's palm, and then said: "Two rooms."
The second brother hesitated a little, but said empathetically, "If you don't have enough money, one room is fine."
 ?meaning.
He couldn't remember the smiling, ingratiating, orgasmic, blushing faces under the candlelight.
Now that I think about it, those loves have nothing to do with "huan" or "love". Instead, it seems that he is sinking in the mud of chaos, sinking, making himself appear dirtier, deeper, giving up on himself, wishing to sew his bones together All black.
When the darkness reaches the extreme, you will no longer yearn for light and hope for redemption, and you will no longer dare to embrace the last fire in the world.
great.
But why don't you give up.
No matter how you tell yourself not to be nostalgic, not to be nostalgic, tell yourself that life is hopeless, the world is dark, or in the precarious Wushan Temple, in the entanglement and suffering, stretch out trembling fingers and suddenly strangle Chu Wanning's body The neck is pressed on the cold gold and stone bricks, on the bluestone platform in the desolate courtyard, among the quilts with messy pillows and mats, in the snow, in the hot springs, even in the high seats of the court halls, temples and ancestral halls, in the most solemn and solemn places. The most honorable place.
Defile him.
Looking at his face, kissing his neck, cheeks, lips, calling his name.
tear him apart.
In fact, at those times, Chu Wanning also wanted darkness and turned off the lights.
I don't want to have any light.
But at that time, Chu Wanning would not say anything, would not say anything, and would not ask for any request.
Thinking about it, he was under house arrest for eight years, and Chu Wanning only asked him for two things at the beginning and the end.
The first thing is to ask him to let Xue Meng go when he stepped into Wushan Temple.
The second thing is to ask him to let him go before he died forever.
If it wasn't for being cold and discouraged, how could it be so
Mo Ran put down the fire knife and flint, and didn't speak for a long time.
It was so long that Chu Wanning slightly relaxed his tense body, and it was so long that Chu Wanning asked him softly: "What's wrong?"
Mo Ran said: "nothing."
The voice is gentle, moist and salty.
He walked over and hugged the person standing upright in the dark. Both of them were still wet from the rain. Mo Ran hugged him and said, "Wan Ning."
""
For a moment, he suddenly wanted to tell him all those past events, but his throat was choked up like a fishbone, and he couldn't speak.
Really, really can't say it.
Now this hard-won warmth is not easy, whether it is for him or for Chu Wanning, it is too difficult. Even if you are guilty and ashamed in every way, you can't say it, and you don't want to say it.
I don't want to wake up.
I just want to have a good time and dream.
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