Chapter 508

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Mo Ran held Chu Wanning's wrist tightly, and the palm of his hand was so hot that it seemed that the water vapor was about to evaporate.

He wiped away the water drops running down his handsome face and said anxiously: "Stay in the hotel."

"Ah, okay, okay, here are the keys to the two upper rooms, a total of..."

"What?" Hearing the two upper rooms, Mo Ran became even more anxious. His throat was throbbing, his long and distinct fingers curled up, and he knocked on the table, "No, we only want one room."

The younger brother was stunned for a moment, looked at Mo Ran, and then at Chu Wanning.

Chu nightning suddenly turned his face away. He was so burned that he quietly broke his hand away from Mo Ran's palm, and then said: "I want two rooms."

The second brother hesitated a little and said considerately: "If you don't have enough money, a room is okay."

"Two rooms." Chu Wanning was determined, his eyes were like bayonets, and he asked the younger brother to take a step back. He didn't know what provoked the white-clothed fairy behind him, and he handed over two keys in a hurry and fearfully, according to the price. Received the money.

Allen Chu slowed his breathing and tried his best to look as calm as before. Unfortunately, his body was still dripping wet, and raindrops seeped down his dark eyebrows and fell into his eyes. He blinked, Eyelashes are moist.

"I'm going to bed first. Buy some ginger tea towels and come back later."

Chu Wanning said it seriously and solemnly. He even took only a yellow copper key from Mo Ran's hand in front of the younger brother, and then went upstairs alone.

He looked innocent.

Mo Ran did not speak at the back, but secretly felt funny. He knew that Allen Chu's face was thin after all, and no matter what, he had to show it to others.

Chu Wanning came to the house, a single room, and the bed was narrow.

He glanced at the bed and felt that his throat was dry and his face was burning badly. He didn't dare to look at it a second time. He just stood in the middle of the bedroom without even lighting a candle, not knowing what he should do.

His mind was still groggy, and he felt that all this was so absurd, abrupt, and unexpected.

how so……

How come I am standing here, why I am wading through the rain to come here to fool around, how come...

Before he finished thinking, the door behind him opened and Mo Ran walked in.

Chu nightning's body suddenly became tense and tight, and his fingers were clenched into fists under his wide sleeves. He tried his best to avoid the subtle tremors in the bones, but he failed.

This was the first time in his life that he was so confused and helpless that he handed the kite's lead into another person's hand.

Whether it was rain or sweat, his palms were very moist.

With a "click", the door bolt was lowered, which was clearly audible and made people's hair stand on end, like the executioner's knife being placed between the neck and the smell of iron. Just like the sharp teeth of a cheetah and tiger about to bite the prey, the smell of blood is there.

Chu Wanning suddenly, suddenly, unexpectedly, had a sense of fear that he wanted to escape.

Luckily his face doesn't show it.

Mo Ran spoke, his voice was quite gentle, not too tense, restrained, but somewhat hoarse: "Why don't you light a candle?"

"……forget."

Mo Ran put the wooden tray on the table and handed a hot bowl to Chu Wanning: "Ginger tea, you want it, drink it while it's hot."

Then he walked to the window and lit the candlestick next to the west window.

It was windy and rainy outside, and it was dark inside the house, but the window with the grapevine pattern was open, and the lights of other houses outside were dimly lit, giving off some faint light.

Mo Ran stood in front of the open window, next to the beautiful and slender crane bird copper candlestick. His tall figure was silhouetted against the white rain curtain. The silhouette looked tall, handsome, and clear-cut. When he was fiddling with the fire knife and flint, his slender eyelashes were curled. It looks particularly bright, like two black butterflies.

He is a cultivator, and it would not be that troublesome to light a fire. However, he is willing to be like the most ordinary person and use the most ordinary way to light that ray of light steadily and quietly, making his heart bright and dark. Lit up, the wax torch softened into red tears.

The flint was polished, and when he was about to get close to the lamp core, Chu Wanning suddenly said.

"Don't light the lamp."

The ink-burning hand was hanging, looking back at him: "What?"

Chu Wanning didn't know what to say, so he had to repeat bluntly: "Don't light the lamp."

Mo Ran was a little sleepy for a while, and then looked at the person standing stiffly in the darkness, and slowly understood in his heart.

Even at night, there will be times when I am afraid, there will be things to be afraid of, and there will be areas that I don’t know.

Those who had had sex with him in the previous life, whether they were men or women, all wished that the Immortal Emperor could see their faces more. No one had ever asked for the lights to be turned off, and they all would rather have the red candle lit all night long. Zhao, using all kinds of skills, all kinds of ways to please, infinite charm, to win you half an inch of attachment.

The ink burns without attachment.

Whether it was Rong Jiu at the beginning or Song Qiutong later, it is strange to say that when he doted on them, he stubbornly felt that they were like teachers, so he kept them by his side, almost like a show of obsession.

But I never like to look at their faces in bed.

He always just had them turn their backs to him, not kissing or touching them. During the boring and repetitive movements, his mind was even clear.

You may even suddenly feel that it is very boring.

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