Chapter 180: Shizun, Why?

For Chu Wanning, this was the first time he had interlocked his fingers with Mo Ran's palm.

He felt that it was enough, too much. Fortunately, Mo Ran did not do anything else. Otherwise, he could have jumped down from a hundred feet high and escaped.

How lucky.

For Mo Ran, this was the nth time he had interlocked his fingers with Chu Wanning's palm.

He felt that it was not enough, too little. Fortunately, he did not do anything else. Otherwise, he would want to kiss and ask for more.

This was not good.

But even so, Mo Ran could still feel that Chu Wanning seemed to be running away.

That day when they landed from the sword, Chu Wanning turned and ran without saying anything. After running for two steps, he felt that he was in a hurry and immediately slowed down.

After slowing down for two steps, he heard Mo Ran following behind him. Feeling embarrassed, he started to walk again.

"… …"

Mo Ran watched him take big strides. His heart was itching and aching, hot and soft.

Seeing Chu Wanning walking towards a big tree, Mo Ran immediately said, "Be careful –!"

"Bang!"

He still bumped into him.

He hurried over and asked, "Does it hurt? Let me see. "

Chu Wanning held his forehead and did not say anything. After a while, he walked forward again.

Mo Ran wanted to follow, but he heard him say, "Don't follow me."

"I … … need to go back and rest."

"Stand there and feel the wind for a while. Come in when it's cold."

Did the wind get cold?

Mo Ran smiled. How could it be cold?

Holding your hand, this night, my heart was warm.

But he still listened and did not continue to follow. He stood under the cold moonlight and watched Chu Wanning walk away until he disappeared behind the wall. Then he walked to the tree that Chu Wanning had accidentally bumped into. After a moment of silence, he put his forehead on the trunk.

The bark was rough. He closed his eyes.

Chu Wanning … …

She liked him.

Floating flowers and flowing water, an isolated island like spring.

The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the clear clouds covered the sun.

The tides surged, and the sky and water merged into one.

No matter how good the world was, it couldn't compare to the fact that Chu Wanning liked him.

Even if he was lacking in words and had a low aptitude, at this moment, his heart was surging with emotions and thoughts. Love could turn a simple and straightforward person like Mo Weiyu into a poet. Chu Wanning liked him, Chu Wanning … Chu Wanning liked him!

He rubbed his forehead against the bark, wanting to calm down, wanting to endure, wanting to "cool down," wanting …

No, he couldn't do it.

He could not remain calm, could not hold back, could not cool down. His closed eyes trembled slightly, tenderness and ecstasy soaked between his eyelashes, the corners of his mouth curled up, the dimples on his cheeks deepened, the sweetness overflowing more and more.

Chu Wanning liked him.

Liked him.

It was … … it was the person he was infatuated with, the best person in the world, the person he wanted to hold in his arms for the rest of his life. It was Chu Wanning … … it was Chu Wanning … …

The former Emperor Ta, the current Grandmaster Mo of the cultivation world, was actually in this desolate and uninhabited white sand, leaning against a tree with branches and leaves rustling. His eyes were closed, his head was lowered, his shoulders were slightly trembling, and he laughed out loud.

Because Chu Wanning liked him, the wind he smelled was sweet, the sound of waves he heard was sweet.

Chu Wanning liked him.

He lowered his eyes and laughed, but as he laughed and laughed, he started to cry.

He grinned like a madman, his tears flowing. It was so sweet, but his heart was in so much pain.

Chu Wanning … …

Liked him.

Since Colorful Butterfly Town, he had been secretly carrying their hair knot brocade pouch.

Liked him … …

He suddenly wanted to know, from when did Chu Wanning start to stand behind him, silently accompanying him, silently waiting, waiting for him to turn around, waiting for him to reach out, waiting for him to turn around, waiting for him to see him.

Chu Wanning, how long had he waited?

In this life, in the previous life.

Stacked together, twenty years?

It was even longer than twenty years.

He was the Mo Weiyu who had seen through the smoke and knew that the most priceless thing in the world was time.

Under power, one could turn the hand over the clouds, turn the hand over the rain, turn the hand over the hand over the hand over the clouds, all kinds of treasures, beautiful women, sweet words, would come endlessly. Only time passed like a river, and could no longer be chased.

If a person was willing to use ten thousand taels of gold to exchange for you, that was desire.

If a person was willing to use his future to exchange for you, that was love.

And if a person was willing to use twenty years of his life, the best years of his life, to exchange for you, to wait for you.

He did not make a sound, did not ask for anything in return, and did not ask for results.

That was stupidity.

Really, really too stupidity.

Mo Ran's throat was dry, bitterness spread to the root of his tongue, surging like a tide. He thought — —

Chu Wanning, you really … … are too stupidity.

Why? How could this be?

How could I, Mo Weiyu, be able to … … make you like this.

You are the best person in the world, but what about me?

Hands full of blood, death is not to be regretted, thousands of people spit on, never to be reincarnated.

I bullied you, I hated you, I let you down, I killed you.

You don't know what I have done … …

You don't know at all!

Mo Ran hugged the tree, sobbing into the whistling sea breeze. What did he do … …

In Chu Wanning's eyes, he chased the back of another person.

In Chu Wanning's eyes, he was waiting for the other person to turn back.

In the illusion of Jin Chengchi, he personally said to Chu Wanning, "Shi Mei, I like you."

He took a knife to cut Chu Wanning's heart!

But what about Chu Wanning?

He was silent like a rock. Jiang Liushi did not turn, the knife stabbed in his heart. He was like nothing had happened, taking care of him, tolerating him, accompanying him.

Until death.

… Until death.

He laughed loudly and cried bitterly. He was the only one under the moonlight. No one could see that he was on the verge of going crazy.

Chu Wanning, in his two lifetimes, had never let Mo Ran know his feelings. The most humble thing this proud and unyielding man had ever done in his life was to fall in love with someone.

For that person, he had done everything he could. However, during the long wait, he knew that there would never be a place for him in the other party's eyes. Even though he knew that the other party would not like him, he chose not to disturb them, chose not to alarm them, and did not want to give them any trouble at all.

He had chosen to leave behind his last bit of dignity.

In his previous life, until his death, he had only said one sentence, "I am the one who is unfair to you, and I will not complain in life or death."

In this lifetime, she had confessed to him. Chu Wanning was such a good and proud person, but he had said, "I'm not good. I've never had anyone like me. "

Emperor Ta … Mo Weiyu … what … did he do …

What had they done?!

Was he blind, or had he lost his mind?

Why couldn't he see through it? Why did he let you down?

Chu Wanning lay on the bed. The curtain had already been lowered. He looked at the lights outside the tent through the layers of smoke.

His face was very hot, and his heart was beating very fast. However, his thoughts were frozen and flowing very slowly.

Compared to the person outside who was unable to experience pure sweetness because of the evil of the spirit, Chu Wanning seemed so simple and clean.

He spread his five fingers in front of his eyes. When he came back to his senses, he found that he had already used one hand to cover the back of his other hand. His palm and the back of his hand overlapped, just like how Mo Ran had held his hand.

"… …"

When she realized what she was doing, Chu Wanning was stunned. Then, she flew into a rage out of humiliation. She hated herself for being so captivated by that guy's powerful strength and not being able to break free.

What a good-for-nothing!

He fiercely let go of his hands and used his left hand to slap his right hand.

"Creak."

The door was suddenly pushed open. The night wind stirred up the curtains.

Chu Wanning abruptly turned over and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. He heard the man enter the room and walk to the bed. His tall figure blocked the weak candlelight. Even through the curtains, he could feel the sudden dimming of the room. Mo Ran's shadow was cast on the bed, oppressing him, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Shizun, you're already asleep?"

Mo Ran's voice was very gentle. For some reason, it was a little hoarse, like the bitter saltiness of seawater.

Chu Wanning did not answer.

Mo Ran stood in the same place for a while. Then, as if he was afraid of waking Chu Wanning, he went back to the place where he slept last night. He obediently made a mattress on the floor and blew out the candlelight.

In an instant, the room was plunged into darkness. Because of the absence of the spirit butterflies and begonias, the darkness was even deeper than last night. It made one's senses feel stimulated and oppressed. It made one fear what would happen in the night, but also look forward to what would happen in the night.

But Mo Ran did nothing. This person who used to be famous for visiting brothels suddenly became so dull, cautious, pitiful, and polite.

He lay down with his clothes on.

Chu Wanning let out a sigh of relief. Then, he vaguely felt a little melancholy. But before he could feel ashamed of his melancholy, he heard Mo Ran get up from the ground again. Then, the curtains moved slightly. He pulled open the curtains of his bed.

Chu Wanning's heart jumped to his throat. He did not move. He still looked like he was sleeping soundly. He even tried to regulate his breathing, hoping that the other person would not notice anything strange.

He did not know what Mo Ran wanted to do by suddenly getting up.

He had never had a Dao companion. He had never broken the precepts. The only knowledge he had about sex came from those inexplicable and absurd dreams.

He was like a person who had never been in the water. He feared the turbulent waves more than he desired. He would rather find a small pool of water that only reached his waist and splash a few times. If he suddenly had to face the current head-on, he was afraid that he would drown in the whirlpool.

So, he was actually very afraid that Mo Ran would do something else.

But, he did not know if it was because Mo Ran felt his slight trembling or heard his disappointing and rapid heartbeat. Mo Ran stood quietly for a while. Then, he leaned over —

He leaned a little low. Chu Wanning could almost feel his blazing and vigorous breath. His blazing chest seemed to be pressing down.

But he just looked at him like this for a while. He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. Then, he covered him with the mattress.

Chu Wanning felt a little relieved. He felt both satisfied and dissatisfied. But from the looks of it, Mo Ran was still an honest person after all …

While the word "person" was still spinning in his mind, the honest person Mo Ran lowered his head again. Chu Wanning only had time to feel the soft and warm touch on his cheeks. With a buzzing sound, his mind was set off by stormy waves that pierced the huge rocks by the shore. Thousands of snowflakes flew everywhere.

Mo Ran's breath lingered around him, burning him, tormenting him.

He kissed him on the side of his face.

How many people could face the sleeping face of their loved one and only watch with folded arms, only cover them with a blanket, and only say goodnight?

Mo Weiyu had exhausted all of her restraint and patience. The chains had deeply pierced into her flesh, strangling everything else. But in the end, she had let go of this warm and gentle kiss.

His blood rumbled. Poor Wanye Yuheng. He was wise and strong. He was calm and composed all his life. But in Mo Weiyu's blazing and deep breaths, his cheeks were hot and his palms were sweating.

For a moment, he couldn't think of anything. He couldn't feel anything. He held his breath. His heart was beating so fast that it didn't seem to belong to him anymore. The world was a vast expanse. It was as if nothing was left. It was as if a cluster of fire had suddenly ignited in his stomach. Colorful intertwining dots of light flashed in front of his eyes. In his dizziness, he could only barely realize one thing.

Mo Ran was kissing him.

Even though it was only the side of his face.

As for other things, such as how long Mo Ran kissed him, he didn't have the energy to think about it. His fingers were clenched tightly under the blanket. Hot sweat dripped down. His eyelids couldn't stop trembling …

Fortunately, the night was very dark. Mo Ran didn't see his eyelashes fluttering uncontrollably.

Fortunately, Chu Wanning's face was too hot. His whole body was drowsy, so he didn't feel it. When they kissed, a drop of warm tear slid down Mo Ran's cheek and landed on his neck.