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The burning breath lingered around him, burning him and tormenting him.

He kissed the side of his face.

There are a few people who can face the sleeping face of their loved one, just stand up and watch, just cover them with quilts, and just say good night.

Mo Weiyu exhausted all his restraint and patience, and the chain dug deeply into the flesh of desire, suffocating others, but in the end he misplaced this soft and gentle kiss.

The blood is rumbling, pitiful Yu Heng is wise and martial at night, he has been calm and calm all his life, and he has a heroic posture, but under Mo Weiyu's hot and deep breath, his cheeks are hot and his palms are sweating.

He couldn't think about anything for a moment, and he couldn't realize anything. He was holding his breath, and his heart was beating so fast that it seemed that it no longer belonged to him. The world was vast, as if nothing was left, and there was something in his stomach. A hot fire was lit, and colorful dots of light flashed before his eyes. In his dizziness, he could only barely realize one thing:

The ink burned and kissed him.

Even if it's just a profile.

As for other things, such as how long Mo Ran had been kissing, he had no energy left to think about it. His fingers were clenched under the quilt, hot and sweaty, and his eyelids were trembling and shaking...

Fortunately, the night was very dark, and his fluttering eyelashes were not seen by Mo Ran.

Fortunately, Chu Wanning's face was too hot, and his whole person was groggy, so he didn't feel it. During the kiss, a drop of warm tears slipped from the ink-burning cheek and spread to his neck.

The author has something to say: Gouzi Lahao feels guilty and uncomfortable after learning the truth today, so he will not break the rhythm of the small theater. I will update it tomorrow~~Momojiu~

Chapter 181 Master’s Memories

On the morning of the second day of confession, Chu Wanning woke up very early.

But he didn't get up, because he quietly looked out from the curtain and found that Mo Ran was still asleep, with a simple floor spread next to the edge of the bed.

The view through the curtain was not so clear. Allen Chu held it for a moment, but he did not hold it back. He stretched out his hand to open a little of the curtain, but before his hand touched the curtain, he changed it to a finger and used his fingertips. Only opened a little bit.

It seemed that as long as it was just a little bit, he wouldn't be considered a thief.

The clear sunlight spilled in from the window paper, and the red light with a hint of gold was cut into a long and narrow silhouette, shining on the ink-burning handsome face.

Chu Wanning hadn't seen his sleeping face for a long time. He looked at it quietly, very carefully, and stared for a long time.

It was so long that he couldn't help but think of the year when Mo Ran was brought back to the peak of life and death by Xue Zhengyong. A somewhat shy young man, but when he is happy, he can burst out with fire-like brilliance and enthusiasm. He likes to stick to himself when he has nothing to do, and he will worship himself as his teacher no matter what.

I can't even drive him away.

When we met in front of the Babel Tower, Chu Wanning insisted not to accept a disciple because he felt that the sentence "He looks the gentlest and I like the most" is simply ridiculous and unbelievable.

To do this, he left the ink to dry for fourteen days.

I heard that Mo Weiyu asked Mrs. Xue Zhengyong and Shi Mingjing, including Xue Ziming, in order to find a way to become his disciple.

In the end, I don’t know who gave him the bad idea, asking him to imitate Cheng Menlixue and stand outside the Red Lotus Water Pavilion waiting for someone. In the morning, when Chu Wanning went out, he said hello and asked for his apprenticeship. In the evening, Chu Wanning went back and continued to say hello and asked for his apprenticeship. In this way, no matter the weather, even a drop of water can penetrate the stone.

Chu Wanning's reaction to this behavior was: Ha.

Turn a blind eye and leave.

He doesn't like other people chasing after him so fiercely. He is a person with indifferent emotions, so he is only willing to deal with the same peaceful and indifferent emotions.

I don’t know if it is due to the environment he has been in since he was a child. The young man is very observant. He probably felt the coldness of Chu Wanning. He only stalked Chu Wanning for two days and never pursued Chu Wanning to beg for apprenticeship. .

But he still came to Honglian Waterside Pavilion as usual every day, and cleaned up all the dead branches and leaves in front of the courtyard for Chu Wanning. When Chu Wanning came out, he picked up the broom, scratched his head, and said with a smile: "Yuheng Elder.”

There is no mention of getting up early in the morning light, nor greetings in the evening.

Just such a simple sentence, Elder Yuheng, and then just smiled.

Chu Wanning didn't look at him and walked away on his own. He was not annoyed. Behind him, he swept the fallen leaves.

Ten days passed peacefully like this. One morning, probably because the lotus flowers on the Red Lotus Pavilion bloomed more than ten flowers overnight, and the fragrance was fragrant, which made Chu Wanning feel very good.

He opened the door and went out, and saw that on the winding and quiet mountain path, the young man Mo Ran was lowering his head, concentrating on climbing up the stairs, sweeping the leaves, and one leaf was probably stuck in the crevice of the stone, which was particularly difficult to clean. He leaned over to pick it up, preparing to throw it into the bushes.

The moment he looked up, he found Chu Wanning standing in front of the mountain gate. He was stunned for a moment, and then grinned. His arms with half sleeves rolled up were exposed. He held up the dead leaves that he had not yet thrown away and looked at Chu Wanning. wave——

"Elder Yuheng."

The sound was very clear, with the sweetness of fresh fruits. It was bright and silent, but it seemed to echo for a long time among the peaks. A bright white floating cloud flowed away, the sun poured down from the clouds, penetrated through the forest and the leaves, and the wind began to rise in the bamboo forest. , rustling and rustling.

Chu night Ning stood there for a while, his pupils were soaked in amber by the sudden dazzling morning light. He squinted his eyes slightly, and for a moment he felt that the dead leaves in the young man's hands no longer seemed so lifeless, and became like the smiling man. People are generally dazzling and colorful.

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