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Really boring.

He couldn't remember the smiling, flattering, cheerful and blushing faces under the candlelight.

Now that I think about it, those joys and loves have nothing to do with "huan" or "love". Instead, it seems that he has fallen into a quagmire of chaos, making himself look dirtier, deeper, self-abasing, wishing he could lose his The seams between bones were stained black.

When it is extremely dark, it will no longer long for light, hope for redemption, and 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 sentimental, tell yourself that life is hopeless and the world is full of darkness, you will still stretch out your trembling fingers and claws in the turbulent Wushan Palace, amidst the entanglement and suffering, and suddenly strangle Chu Wanning's hand. The neck is pressed on the cold gold stone bricks, on the bluestone platform in the desolate courtyard, among the messy pillows and quilts, in the snow, in the hot springs, even in the high seats of the court, temples and ancestral halls, in the most solemn and solemn places. The most respectable place.

Defile him.

Look at his face, kiss his neck, cheeks, lips, and call his name.

Tear him apart.

In fact, at those times, Allen Chu also wanted darkness and turned off the lights.

I don’t want any light at all.

But at that time, Chu Wanning refused to say anything, refused to say anything, and refused to make any demands.

Thinking about it, after being under house arrest for eight years, Chu Wanning only asked him for two things at the beginning and at the end.

The first thing is to ask him to let Xue Meng go when he steps into Wushan Palace.

The second thing is to ask him to let himself go before he dies forever.

How could it be like this if it wasn't for being cold and dejected...

Mo Ran put down the fire knife and flint stone and didn't speak for a long time.

After a long time, Chu Wanning relaxed his body that was tense because of tension. For a long time, 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 alone in the darkness. Both of their bodies were still wet with rain. Mo Ran hugged him and said, "Wan Ning."

"..."

For a moment, he suddenly wanted to tell him all the past things, but his throat was choked with sobs and it was stuck like a fishbone, and he couldn't speak out.

Really, really can't say it.

Now this hard-won warmth is not easy, both for him and for Chu Wanning. Even if I feel guilty and guilty in every way, I still can’t say it or don’t want to say it.

Don't want to wake up.

I just want to have a good time and dream.

Until dawn pierces the throat.

There was no light, no fire. In the darkness, Mo Ran hugged him and kissed him. The kiss was very focused and gradually became lingering.

The room was very quiet, and the sound of rain could not disturb the silence. They could hear each other's breathing, heartbeat, lips touching, and the subtle moist sound when changing angles.

Allen Chu tried his best to keep his breathing as usual, but it was useless. Under the kiss and caress of the ink, the ups and downs of his chest gradually became rapid. He is a tall and well-proportioned man, but Mo Ran can easily envelop him and cover him. He is as majestic and tall as a mountain. This man holds him in his hot arms, giving him a light kiss at first, and then asking for something deeper. .

He pried open Chu Wanning's lips and teeth, and the wet and rough tongue went in, rubbing and entangled, like a thirsty person drinking nectar, and like a person burning in flames trying to draw water to extinguish the fire. But Chu Wanning's breath is not cool water to him, but pine oil, poured into the fire, burning endlessly, beacon fire smoke.

I don’t know who took off the other person’s robe first. Panting in the dark night was mixed with a throbbing throat and a low swallowing sound. Perhaps it was because he had hurriedly untied his girdle and removed his clothes, and the violent movements caused pain, or perhaps it was due to a long drought. Gan's throbbing, and occasionally there was an uncontrollable little moan in the room, but more often than not it was the excited and rough breathing of a male when desire comes.

The skirt of Xingyi was pulled open. Before Chu Wanning could adapt to the slight coolness, he felt the ink burning down, kissing his neck, then his collarbone, and then sucked his chest with his lips, moist and hot...

Allen Chu gasped lowly and tilted his neck back, feeling ashamed and excited.

He blushed, but fortunately the surroundings were dark. He thought Mo Ran couldn't see the heat on his face clearly, but he whispered: "Window..."

"What?"

Mo Ran raised his head vaguely and met Chu Wanning's drooping, moist eyes.

He originally wanted to hear what Chu Wanning had to say, but after just one glance, his scalp was numb and the blood in his brain surged. He couldn't contain his fierce lust, kissed him, rubbed him, and hugged him again. After a long time, I gasped and slightly let go of Allen Chu's lips, then reluctantly pecked her again and said in a low voice: "What?"

"...window..." Allen Chu's heartbeat was very fast. He didn't know how to breathe evenly in the long kiss, so his head was dizzy. "You haven't closed the window yet."

The ink burned and closed the window.

The last glimmer of light was also separated from the outside, and the bedroom was completely dark. The desire was even more unrestrained, and Mo Ran felt that the blood all over his body was hot.

They stumbled, bumped, and rolled onto the bed, which was in disrepair and made a heavy creaking sound. Mo Ran did not give Chu Wanning a chance to react. He was already pressing on Chu Wanning to untie the white clothes that were already messy and had wide open lapels.

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