Chapter 208: Master, are you sure you want me to hide under the bed?

Mo Ran tried to speak several times, but only moved his lips. His temples were throbbing, his blood was rushing and rushing, and he felt that his blood was no longer hot, but cold and icy, and as he struggled, even his fingertips cooled a little.

"Master."

""

"Actually, I" he finally spoke, and once he did, he only managed to get three or four words out of his mouth before he messed up again, broke down again.

Why did he say

He had already killed himself at the Wushan Palace, he was already dead, he only carried the memories of his past life with him, so why talk about it?

It pains your conscience to say it, but is it really the right thing to do?

Xue Meng would smile at him, Chu Wanning was his, his aunts and uncles were alive, Shi Mei was still alive, and there was nothing more important than that.

But again, he felt it was something he should say.

Now that he was certain that the man behind the curtain must have experienced a rebirth, he was the only one who could prepare everyone for it. This was his chance to redeem himself, perhaps to die once and still keep his memory alive, so that someone could stand up and stop the storm at this moment.

Even if it costs you your life.

Mo Ran closes his eyes, he is trembling and there is a hidden moisture between his lashes.

He wasn't afraid of death, he was a man who had already died once, but there were actually things in this world that were worse than death, and he had had enough of that in his last life, it was to escape those things that he had chosen to kill himself. All these years, and especially in this life after Chu Wanning's death, he had been running as hard as he could to try and shake off the invisible beast at his back, but now he was cornered.

Its sharp claws dangled at his throat.

The multitude of the people are revolted and the world reviles them.

He can't escape he can't escape

Mo Ran cried, silently, but the tears flowed, fluttered and fell to the ground.

Trying desperately to suppress the tremble in his voice, he said, "I'm sorry I I don't know how to say this I actually I"

Suddenly a pair of strong, well-proportioned arms wrapped around him from behind.

Mo Ran's eyes opened suddenly and he realised that it was Chu Wanning who had come up to him and hugged him from behind.

"If you don't want to talk about it, don't." Chu Wanning's voice came from the back of his shoulder, "Everyone has their secrets and they do things wrong."

Mo Ran is stunned.

Chu Wanning has actually understood.

Chu Wanning could not see through the many times he had seen Mo Ran's terrified admissions, sincere, false, reluctant and earnest.

He didn't know what Mo Ran had done wrong, but he knew that Mo Ran must be trying to confess something, something that he didn't want to talk about.

"Master."

"If that disturbs you and you want to tell me, then say it and I'm here to listen." Chu Wanning said, "But if you find it painful to talk about it, then I won't pursue it if you don't speak up. I know you will never do the same thing again."

Mo Ran's heart was in knots.

He shook his head slightly, no

It's not as simple as you think it is far from it

I have not broken flowers that should not be broken, I have killed people, I have bled and dried bones for miles, I have destroyed half of the Xianxia realm, I have destroyed you.

Once again, he broke down.

I've ruined you, Chu Wanning.

Why do you comfort an executioner why do you console the man who stabs the knife into his own heart, why do you ask me, before you die, to spare myself

Why didn't you kill me in the first place?

He was trembling, shaking uncontrollably, and Chu Wanning, in a daze, suddenly felt a warm drop of water fall on the back of his hand and he murmured, " Mo Ran "

"I want to say it."

"Then you say it."

Mo Ran was confused, he shook his head and he added, "I I don't know what to say"

His voice had been well controlled until this point when he finally got a little choked up.

"Really I don't really know how to say it."

"Then don't say anything." Chu Wanning let go of him and pulled him so that he turned around. Mo Ran dodged, but Chu Wanning touched him firmly, cupping his face. It was wet, the tears that had been flowing for so long.

Chu Wanning said, "Stop it."

"I"

Suddenly the begonia scent was so close, Chu Wanning kissed him, it seemed to be the first time he had ever initiated a kiss on Mo Ran, raw, awkward, he pressed his lips against his, taking them in little by little, prying open his bitter mouth, embracing him in his own warmth and softness, entwined and unrelenting.

Confused, restless, frantic.

I don't know why, but I think love is an escape from all the pain, and I think man is like a beast after all, in the midst of entanglement everything can be left behind, and in this indulgence of desire only pleasure is real.

For the helpless with compassion.

Give the desperate man, with a moment of respite.

No one spoke again, and as the kiss reached a fever pitch, Chu Wanning felt Mo Ran's change in response to his own, so startling through the clothing that he hesitated for a moment to reach out and touch him, but Mo Ran clutched his fingers and turned them into interlocked fingers: "That's enough."

He held him in his arms, the only person in front of him that could quell his pain.

can purify his soul.

"No need to do anything else, this will be enough."

Chu Wanning lifted his hand and touched his face, feeling heartbroken for no reason: "Why are you so stupid?"

Mo Ran then took his other hand, so that both were tightly linked, and he rested it against Chu Wanning's forehead: "If only I had been that stupid earlier."

Chu Wanning, seeing that he could not be persuaded, and not knowing how to say softer words, had to rub his cheek clumsily, the tip of his nose, and finally his lips gently again.

He does this with the tips of his ears red, but he tries to look calm and collected. He takes the initiative to kiss Mo Ran, to hug her, to do things he wasn't used to doing.

"Master," Mo Ran dodged, but her breath caught under his kisses, "No, don't do that."

"You've always been the one to do this." Chu Wanning broke his grip and wrapped her arms around his neck, "Today you listen to me."

"Master."

Chu Wanning looked into his canine, warm, moist eyes and patted the back of his head with a relief and tenderness he had never experienced before, "Good boy."

There was no light, so they kissed and caressed against the wall, kissing from tenderness to intensity, from intensity to thirst, from thirst to death, full of the frenzy and urgency of a clash of flowers and fire.

"Master Wangning"

Mo Ran was calling his name incessantly, pityingly, lovingly, obsessively, guiltily.

If only Chu Wanning had shown him a little bit of love, it would have been the strongest love potion in the world.

He finally stopped thinking about it and pinned Chu Wanning against the wall, pressed against him, kissed him heavily, embraced him, and by the end both of them were gasping for breath, their hearts beating like drums. He was so mad that the corners of his eyes were red, and Chu Wanning frowned into his kisses and said, "Lights."

"It's not out."

He continued to kiss him like the most precious treasure in the world, and he heard Chu Wanning whisper in his ear, holding back a flowery dew of desire, "No, light it up."

Mo Ran was stunned.

Chu Wanning said, "I want to watch you."

The lights are on.

The darkness is gone.

Chu Wanning's phoenix eyes are bright, clear, stubborn and determined, hooded with a layer of desire, her cheeks appear to be frosty on a regular basis, but her ears are red and vocal.

He said, "I want to watch you."

Mo Ran suddenly felt his heart ache to the point of death, how could his dirty, riddled, once cold heart still live in such eyes

He holds him, kisses him, and holds Chu Wanning's hand to his chest, where it beats.

He said, "Remember this position."

""

"If one day, I am beyond sin." Mo Ran murmured, the tip of her nose rubbing against Chu Wanning's, "kill me yourself, from here."

Chu Wanning jolted and stared at him incredulously, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

Mo Ran smiled, a smile that had the handsomeness and sincerity of the Ink Master, and the evil and madness of the Fairy Tramper.

"My spirit core was formed because of you, and my heart is yours. If one day I have to die, both should go to you so that I can"

He didn't say anything further.

The shock and fear in Chu Wanning's eyes, which had never been there before, prevented him from speaking further.

Mo Ran eventually dropped her eyes and said with a bitter smile, "Just kidding. I only said that to tell you"

He held him tightly.

And I wonder how many more such opportunities there will be.

" Wangning "

I love you, want you, can't live without you.

There is so much that I want to tell, but as with the events of my previous life, there is no way to say it.

Chu Wanning was still between bewilderment and dismay, wondering just how much of a mistake one has to make to say something like that.

But Mo Ran kisses him and his consciousness falls apart in confusion, he's not that badly set in his ways.

There is despair in the enthusiasm, as if boiling oil were dripping from the flames.

Later, the behaviour tends to be primitive and frenzied again, like a traveller in a long drought lapping up the dew in a barren swamp, or like a drowning man gasping for his first breath, Chu Wanning being held down by Mo Ran, his clothes flying and scattered between the pillows and mattresses, not so coy and rusty as the first time, but with endless compassion and love.

The silhouette of the lamp on the wall shifted, and Mo Ran kissed him down, pleasing him, occasionally raising her eyes to see the dazzling look of Chu Wanning's lazy eyes and tilted neck in the light.

How many more times have we had this kind of lingering

Two at a time

I'll be going to Dragon Mountain soon, and I may be able to meet the man behind it right away, and if he does use the Zhenlong chess game, the only person who can break it quickly is himself.

And everything fell into place.

But between entanglements, he coaxed his master, and his almost desperate self, that there would be many, many more opportunities to come.

They will always be together.

Like lonely beasts nestling together in the cold of winter, from night to day, he shall always bully him so uncontrollably again and again, slumbering in such a position, entangled with each other, until at dawn, when the morning dawns, he awakens in his tenderness, but as if in the best of dreams, dirty to the core, loving to the core, wanting to the core.

Mo Ran clutched them together and stroked them.

And like a butterfly caught in a spider's web, Chu Wanning's phoenix eyes are filled with a struggle and a haze, his eyes gradually becoming confused and losing focus as he moves in such a strange way.

In the middle of his intoxication, he suddenly heard a knock at the door.

Chu Wanning jerked back to his senses, the blood fading, and Mo Ran immediately covered his mouth to keep him from making a sound. The room was quiet, but his other hand was still burning and fiercely doing things like that, stimulating himself and the person in his arms.

Chu Wanning tries to shake his head, but Mo Ran's force is too strong and he can't move, except to show his eyes, warm and bitter, hateful and remorseful.

"Master, are you there?"

At the sound of that voice, Chu Wanning glared at Mo Ran with growing irritation and tapped one hand on the bed.

Mo Ran swallowed, his throat knotting sensuously, his voice low, "Yeah. I know, Xue Meng."

"Master," Xue Meng muttered after waiting for a while, but no one answered, "Strange, the light is on, Master."

Mo Ran seemed to have no intention of ignoring him, still languishing in a sea of love. It was so dark in the room that he mistook Chu Wanning's anger-stained eyes for wet begging.

"Master."

The apprentice outside did not want to leave, and the one on the couch did not want to stop either. Chu Wanning was so frustrated by the two that he bit Mo Ran's finger.

His voice was deep, hot and low: "You're hurting me."

"It hurts like hell." Chu Wanning gasped and gave him a hard stare before saying to the door, "I'm already in bed, what's up"

"Ah, nothing, nothing." Xue Meng said, "It's just that I... I couldn't sleep and I had something on my mind that I wanted to talk to the Master about."

His voice trailed off and he could almost imagine Phoenix dropping his head outside the door.

Chu Wanning :""

What's going on tonight? Why do they all have something on their minds?

Chu Wanning, uneasy, patted Mo Ran, who was still reluctant, and whispered, "Get up and get dressed."

Mo Ran's eyes widened with a canine look, "You're letting him in."

"There was just something about his voice that didn't sound right."

"And what about me?"

"" Chu Wanning said, though embarrassed, "Get dressed and hide under the bed."