Chapter 188: Shizun, I Really Love You...

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Chu Wanning's heart suddenly tightened.

The rain was too heavy, the weather was too cold and too hot. They could have gone back, but he used such lame excuses to take him to an inn.

No matter how stupid Chu Wanning was, she would understand what he meant.

Mo Ran was checking his pulse to find out his thoughts.

If he shook his head, Mo Ran would not force him. But if he agreed, it meant that he was willing to do it with him.

Do what with him?

Chu Wanning did not know. Even if he knew, he was not willing to think about it.

He only felt that his face was burning hot, a heat that even the heavy rain could not extinguish.

He was very nervous and did not know what to say. He could only hold the wine jug by its narrow neck and wanted to take another sip. But the jug was almost empty. When the last trace of the slightly cold and thick pear blossom wine entered his throat, he lowered his head. The bright red tassels made his fingers look even more slender and white.

He did not say anything. The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Mo Ran was not a person who liked to drink. At this time, seeing him raise his head to drink, he suddenly asked, "Is there more?"

"No."

"… You are so impatient. You drink so fast." Mo Ran said, lowering his head and gently kissing him on the lips, "Then I can only taste it."

The pear blossom wine was mellow and sweet, with a faint osmanthus fragrance.

But when he was thirty years old, Chu Wanning passed away. Mo Ran drank alone on the roof for a whole night. In the end, he only felt that there was no taste. It was bitter.

Later, and after his rebirth, Mo Ran was not willing to touch wine anymore.

It was too bitter.

He kissed Chu Wanning's slightly cold lips. At first, it was a light peck, then a careful touch. Then he separated, and then carefully kissed again.

The sound of the rain rumbled, and the world was distant.

There was no one under the verandah, and the curtain of rain became a natural curtain. They didn't know when it started, but they were hugging each other, kissing and entangling each other. Their lips and tongues were moist as they rubbed against each other. When they kissed fiercely, the sound of their faces blushing and their hearts beating was drowned out by the sound of the rain hitting the beam. Chu Wanning couldn't hear anything else. The sound of the rainstorm was deafening, and it struck his heartstrings like the roar of a drum.

Unlike the cold raindrops, Mo Ran's breath was hot. His kisses moved from his lips to the bridge of his nose, to his eyes, between his eyebrows, and then to his temples. Chu Wanning couldn't stand this kind of stimulation. His body tensed up and his fingers clenched into fists, but he didn't want to make a sound.

He rubbed his neck against his neck. Mo Ran nibbled on his earlobe and rubbed the tiny mole behind his ear …

Chu Wanning trembled slightly in his arms.

Mo Ran hugged him even tighter. He wanted to crush him all over, crush him into his own body, and knead him into his flesh and blood.

His voice was low and hoarse. He whispered in Chu Wanning's ear, "Shizun …"

He called respectfully, but his hands were treacherously caressing the person in his arms. This young man had been in the pot for a long time, and the suppressed eagerness finally overflowed. The boiling water was bubbling, and the water was about to burn out. It was about to be boiled dry, but the firewood was getting stronger and stronger, tormenting him.

Tormenting them.

"Come with me …"

Perhaps he was possessed, but he actually let Mo Ran hold his hand tightly and ran in the rain. It was so absurd.

The rain was extremely cold, but when it fell on their bodies, it felt like it was burning hot. Neither of them opened a barrier, nor did they buy an umbrella. It was as if they were about to lose their mana, as if they were the most ordinary people. They let the wind blow and the rain hit them. They hurriedly followed the swaying red lanterns in the heavy rain, and ran into an inn.

The inn's waiter was yawning. He probably thought that with such a heavy rain, and this late, no traveler would come to stay. Thus, when he saw the two of them rush in, wet, he jumped in fright.

Mo Ran held Chu Wanning's wrist tightly. His palm was so hot that it seemed like it was going to evaporate the water.

He wiped away the water droplets that were dripping down his handsome face. He said somewhat anxiously, "Stay."

"Ah, okay, okay. These are the keys to two rooms. There's a total of …"

"What?" Hearing that there were two rooms, Mo Ran became even more anxious. His throat moved, and his slender fingers curled up and knocked on the counter. "No, we only want one room."

The waiter stared blankly for a moment. He looked at Mo Ran, and then looked at Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning suddenly turned his face away. His face was burning fiercely. He calmly broke free from Mo Ran's grasp, and then said, "We want two rooms."

The waiter was slightly hesitant, and then said considerately, "If you don't have enough money, one room is also fine."

"We want two rooms." Chu Wanning was resolute and decisive. His gaze was like a knife, causing the waiter to take a step back. He didn't know what he did to provoke the White Clothed Immortal Monarch behind him, but he quickly handed over two keys in fear and trepidation, and received the money according to the price.

Chu Wanning slowed his breathing, doing his best to make himself look as calm as usual. Unfortunately, his body was dripping wet, and there were even raindrops that seeped down his pitch-black eyebrows and into his eyes. He blinked, and his eyelashes became wet.

"I'm going to sleep first. You go buy some ginger tea and dry towels, and then come up later."

Chu Wanning said in a serious and dignified manner. He even deliberately took a brass key from Mo Ran in front of the waiter, and then went upstairs alone.

He looked very innocent.

Mo Ran didn't say anything behind him, but he secretly felt that it was funny. He knew that Chu Wanning's face was thin. No matter what, he still had to put on an act for others to see.

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

He glanced at the bed, and only felt that his throat was very dry, and his face was burning fiercely. He didn't dare to take a second look, and only stood in the middle of the room. He didn't even light a candle, and didn't know what he should do.

His head was still dizzy, and he felt that all of this was so absurd, so sudden, and so unexpected.

How could it be like this …

How could he stand here, how could he come here in the rain to mess around, how could he …

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

Chu Wanning's body suddenly tensed up, and his ten fingers clenched into fists under his wide sleeves. He tried his best to feel the slight tremors in his bones, but he couldn't do it.

This was the first time in his life that he was so confused and helpless, and handed the fuse of a kite to another person.

His palms were very wet, and he didn't know if it was the rain or sweat.

With a click, the door bolt was dropped, and it was so clear that it made people's hair stand on end, as if an executioner's knife was placed on the neck, and the smell of iron. It was like the sharp teeth of a cheetah, tiger, or wolf biting its prey, and the smell of blood.

Chu Wanning suddenly, suddenly, felt a kind of fear that made him want to escape.

Fortunately, he didn't show it on his face.

Mo Ran opened his mouth to speak, and his voice was still gentle, not too hostile, but somewhat hoarse, "Why didn't you light a candle?"

"… I forgot."

Mo Ran put the wooden tray on the table, and handed a small bowl with a hot bamboo hat to Chu Wanning, "Ginger tea, you wanted it, drink it while it's hot."

As he spoke, he walked to the window and lit the candlestick by the west window.

The wind was blowing and the rain was slanting outside, and the room was very dark, but the grapevine-patterned window was open, and outside, the lights of other houses were dimly lit, and there was a faint glow.

Mo Ran stood in front of the open window, by the beautiful and slender bronze candlestick with cranes and birds. The white curtain of rain set off his tall figure, and that silhouette was tall and straight, handsome, and well-defined. When he fiddled with the flint, his thin and curly eyelashes were particularly clear, like two black butterflies.

He was a cultivator, and it shouldn't be that troublesome to light a fire, but he was willing to act like the most ordinary person, and use the most ordinary method to quietly and steadily light that ray of light, so that the heart's stamen would light up, and the candlelight would soften into red tears.

The flint was polished, and just as he was about to touch the wick of the lamp, Chu Wanning suddenly said.

"Don't light the lamp."

Mo Ran's hand was suspended in midair, and he turned to look at him, "What?"

Chu Wanning didn't know what to say, and could only stiffly repeat, "Don't light the lamp."

Mo Ran was a bit sleepy for a moment, and then he looked at the person standing stiffly in the darkness, and slowly understood.

Even if it was Wanye Yuheng, there would be times when he was afraid, there would be things that he feared, and there would be areas that he didn't know.

Those people who had slept with him in his previous life, whether it was a man or a woman, all wished that the Emperor Ta could see their faces more. No one had ever asked for the lights to be extinguished, and they would rather have the red candles burning high in the night. They used all kinds of tricks, all kinds of flattery, and all kinds of charm to win the Emperor's half an inch of affection.

Mo Ran didn't feel sentimental.

Whether it was Rong Jiu at the beginning, or Song Qiutong later on, it was strange to say that he doted on them back then because he stubbornly felt that they were like Shi Mei, so he kept them by his side. It was almost like an act of infatuation.

But in bed, he never liked to look at their faces.

He always just let them turn their backs to him. He didn't kiss them, and he didn't like to touch them. Even in the boring and repetitive actions, his mind was clear.

He even suddenly felt that it was very boring.

It was really boring.

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

Now that he thought about it, those feelings had nothing to do with "pleasure", and also had nothing to do with "love". Instead, it was more like he was sinking into a quagmire of chaos, falling into it, making himself seem dirtier, deeper, and despairing. He hated that he couldn't dye his bones black.

When it was dark to the extreme, he would no longer crave for light, extravagantly hope for redemption, and no longer dare to embrace the last ball of fire in the world.

Very good.

But why didn't he give up?

No matter how much he told himself that life was hopeless, and that the world was dark, he would still reach out his trembling claws and abruptly strangle Chu Wanning's neck in the midst of the turmoil and torment in the unstable Shaman Mountain Palace, pressing him against the cold golden stone bricks, pressing him against the blue stone platform in the bleak courtyard, between the messy bedding on the pillows, in the snow, in the hot springs, even in the high seats of the imperial court, in the ancestral hall, in the most solemn and respectable places.

Tarnishing him.

Looking at his face, kissing his neck, cheeks, and lips, calling his name.

Tearing him apart.

In fact, at that time, Chu Wanning also wanted darkness, wanted to be turned off.

He didn't want any light at all.

But at that time, Chu Wanning didn't say anything, didn't want to say anything, and didn't want to make any requests.

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

The first was when he stepped into the Shaman Mountain Palace, he asked him to let Xue Meng go.

The second was before he died forever, he asked him to let himself go.

If he wasn't cold and disheartened, how could he be like this …

Mo Ran put down the fire knife and flint, and didn't say anything for a long time.

It was so long that Chu Wanning slightly relaxed his tense body. It was so long that Chu Wanning asked him softly, "What's wrong?"

Mo Ran said, "… Nothing."

His voice was gentle, wet, and salty.

He walked over and hugged the person who was still standing in the darkness. Both of them were still wet from the rain. Mo Ran hugged him and said, "Wanning."

"…"

For a moment, he suddenly wanted to tell him all those things in the past, but his throat was choked up like a fish bone, and he couldn't say it.

He really, really couldn't say it.

Now, this hard-won warmth was too hard to come by. Whether it was for him or for Chu Wanning, it was too hard to come by. Even if he was guilty of a thousand things, guilty of ten thousand things, he couldn't say it, and he didn't want to say it.

He didn't want to wake up.

He just wanted to have a good dream.

Until dawn pierced his 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 the rain couldn't disturb the silence. They could hear each other's breathing, heartbeat, the touch of their lips, and the slight moist sound when they changed their angle.

Chu Wanning tried his best to make his breathing normal, but it was useless. Under Mo Ran's kiss and caress, his chest gradually became faster and faster. He was originally a tall and well-proportioned man, but Mo Ran could easily hold him, cover him, and be as strong as a mountain. This man held him in a hot embrace. At first, he pecked and kissed him lightly, but then he went deeper.

He pried open Chu Wan-ning's lips and teeth. His warm and coarse tongue probed in, rubbing and entangling with her. He was like a person who was extremely thirsty, drinking sweet dew, but also like a person who was burning with fire and wanted to use water to extinguish the fire. However, Chu Wan-ning's breath was not cool water to him, but pine oil. When poured into a fire, it burned endlessly, like a beacon fire.

It was unknown who first took off the other's clothes, but in the dark night, there was a mixture of throat moving, and low swallowing sounds. Perhaps because of the hurried removal of the clothes at the waist, the intense movements hurt, or perhaps because of the throbbing of a long drought, there were occasional uncontrollable soft moans in the room, but more often than not, it was the excited panting of a male's desire.

Chu Wanning's clothes were pulled open, and before he could get used to the slight coolness, he felt Mo Ran moving down, kissing his neck, then his collarbone, and then his lips sucked on his chest, moist and hot …

Chu Wanning gasped softly, his neck tilted back, embarrassed and excited.

His face was red, but fortunately, it was dark. He thought that Mo Ran couldn't see the heat on his face, but he said softly, "Window …"

"What?"

Mo Ran looked up vaguely, and met Chu Wanning's drooping, moist eyes.

He originally wanted to hear Chu Wanning finish his words, but with just one look, his scalp went numb, and the blood in his brain surged. He couldn't control the fierce desire, kissing him, rubbing him, hugging and kissing him for a long time, then he slightly let go of Chu Wanning's lips, but was reluctant to let go, so he kissed him again, and said in a low voice, "What?"

"… Window …" Chu Wanning's heart was beating very fast, he didn't know how to breathe evenly during the long kiss, so his head was dizzy, "You haven't closed the window."

Mo Ran went to close the window.

The last bit of light was also blocked outside, and the bedroom was dark, the fire of desire was unrestrained, Mo Ran only felt that the blood in his body was burning hot.

They stumbled, bumped into each other, and rolled onto the bed. The bed had been in disrepair for a long time, and it made a heavy creaking sound. Mo Ran didn't give Chu Wanning a chance to react, and was already on top of Chu Wanning's body, undoing the already messy, white underwear.

He felt Chu Wanning tremble slightly under his body, just like when they made love for the first time in their previous life. No matter how much he tried to control himself, Chu Wanning still trembled slightly, he couldn't control himself.

Mo Ran felt tender and distressed, he cupped Chu Wanning's face, kissing his eyelids, lips, and chin.

He whispered hoarsely in his ear, "Don't be afraid …"

"I'm not … not afraid …"

Mo Ran held Chu Wanning's trembling hand, intertwining their fingers, his hot and vigorous breath brushed past Chu Wanning's earlobes, he comforted him, "Leave it to me … be good … it's okay …"

Chu Wanning wanted to say something, he wanted to fiercely say a few words, or even two or three words, but he couldn't say anything, his mind was almost numb.

He could only feel Mo Ran's tall and robust body pressing on top of him, his calloused hands rubbing his waist and back. He couldn't bear the stimulation, he slightly arched his body, but unintentionally pressed close to Mo Ran's chest — — Mo Ran's underwear had long been removed, revealing his strong and muscular upper body. The astonishing heat and strength roasted him, melting and softening his whole body.

The sweaty and wet bodies intertwined together, every inch of skin rubbing against each other, bringing out fire and sticky water. The panting in the room became heavier and heavier, it was all desire, all thirst.

No matter how much they kissed, no matter how intensely they kissed, they were still thirsty, unsatisfied and unquenchable.

Not knowing why, Chu Wanning's mind was in a daze, and some fragmented and blurry scenes flashed through his mind. The moving body, the weak legs, the bright red curtains and the bed.

It was a dream he had, and suddenly it became clear in his mind.

In the dream, Mo Ran was fiercely thrusting into him, holding his waist, his crotch fiercely hitting, penetrating deeply and fiercely. He didn't know if it was because of pleasure or some other reason, but in the dream, although Mo Ran's facial features were handsome, it seemed somewhat sinister, with a pair of beast-like eyes.

Chu Wanning didn't have any doubts, he didn't know about this, but he thought that it was human nature to dream of such a realistic scene when desire came.

But Mo Ran didn't know, he only felt that Chu Wanning didn't know anything, didn't know about men and women, and didn't even know how to make love between men. He was afraid of frightening Chu Wanning, afraid that the first time would hurt him, so he caressed Chu Wanning, the foreplay was sufficient. In this life, he didn't want to make Chu Wanning so uncomfortable, so painful.

Kissing, caressing, rubbing together, the desire grew stronger and stronger. Chu Wanning had never experienced this kind of stimulation before, and gradually he couldn't take it anymore. One of his hands was still tightly clasping Mo Ran's hand, while the other hand was silently gripping the bed. He wanted to go down and caress himself, but his face was flushed red, he didn't want to do such an embarrassing thing in front of the person he loved.

But his lower body swelled so fiercely, it was burning hot, supporting a considerable hard object through his underwear.

Chu Wanning only felt that he had lost all his face, and he was in great pain.

He wanted, very much, to vent, to comfort, but he didn't want to. He was stubborn and ruthless. Gradually, his narrowed eyes became misty, and he was at a loss …

He didn't know. Gradually, he didn't know anything.

But deep in his bones, he seemed to know what to do, how men should make love with each other. There was desire and love in his chest. He loved the man on top of him, and he wanted to go to the sea of desire with him, and he wanted to sink into the abyss with him.

Another scene flashed in front of his eyes. It was shaking, and Lu Li found it strange.

So strange … how could it be at the peak of life and death … at the Core Heart Palace …

There was a flash of insight in his mind, but it was drowned in an instant.

He saw that Mo Ran was sitting on a magnificent seat in the Core Heart Palace, which was supposed to be a solemn place to welcome distinguished guests. Mo Ran was sitting there, but Lu Li was on top of Mo Ran, being hugged by Mo Ran, face to face. He was naked and ashamed, but Mo Ran was wearing all his clothes, except for his underwear, which was covered by his dangling legs.

Mo Ran was kissing him, pushing up and teasing him. He stared at Lu Li's face without blinking.

He asked, "Do you feel good?"

Lu Li seemed to see himself shaking his head in pain.

Mo Ran put his finger into Lu Li's mouth and pried it open, as if he was trying to pry out Lu Li's moans.

"Moan properly. Moan out."

Lu Li refused. There were only small whimpers in his throat.

Mo Ran stopped. He buried himself in Lu Li's body, holding Lu Li's waist and guiding him. His big hand slowly slid down and held Lu Li's butt. He pinched Lu Li's red finger and said in a hoarse voice, "Moan."

"No …"

Lu Li was holding Lu Li's waist and butt, making Lu Li rub against his crotch slowly and deeply. Lu Li looked at Chu Wanning with teary eyes. Seeing that Lu Li was enduring and trembling, but still didn't make a sound, Lu Li began to hold Lu Li's narrow waist and poked him slightly from bottom to top. Because the range was small, Lu Li's thrusts were quick and dense. Chu Wanning felt like he was going crazy from the creepy friction. He felt like he was going to be poked through and through. "No … don't …"

"It's not up to you to decide." The person on the seat sneered. Lu Li didn't move anymore, but his erect erection was ready to burst out, throbbing inside Lu Li's body with his heartbeat. "What's more, you feel good too, don't you? Look, you're hard. "

These words and effects were blurry, broken and turbid. It was like he was hallucinating because of the strong stimulation.

Chu Wanning was lying on the bed in the inn in a daze. She was at a loss and trembling. Her lower body was so hard that it hurt.

What's wrong … what should I do …

The scene became more and more blurry, but he could vaguely make out that Mo Ran on the seat was suddenly thrusting fiercely from bottom to top, almost pulling his entire body out and then thrusting in again.

It was too exciting …

Lu Li finally couldn't take it anymore. He collapsed on the man's body and gasped for breath. "Ah … ah …"

The man was also gasping for breath, fiercely invading him and manipulating him.

"You're moaning so coquettishly, aren't you afraid of being heard by others?"

"Damn it … do you want me to f * ck you to death?"

It became more and more blurry …

Until it couldn't be seen anymore …

It was an illusion, an illusion. If it was fake, then it was fake.

It was an overlapping dream, a nightmare that wouldn't go away.

But the feeling of being invaded and taken over by force was so clear.

Was this … the right thing to do?

Chu Wanning half-closed his eyes in a daze and said in a low voice, "Come in …"

Mo Ran was shocked!

Chu Wanning knew what to do?

How did he know?

This was a person who had never even seen an erotic picture, a clean piece of white paper, how did he know?

"Is … is this … the right thing to do?"

His face was so red that it looked like blood was going to drip out. He muttered and asked the man on top of him.

"Where … where did you find out?"

"…"

Of course, Chu Wanning was too embarrassed to say that he dreamt of it. That would make him seem licentious and shameless. He said vaguely, "I accidentally flipped through the library and saw it …"

Then he hurriedly added, "Someone put the wrong book."

Mo Ran naturally didn't doubt him. His heart was slightly moved, but he was also slightly moved.

He kissed Chu Wanning's lips and the tip of his nose, then said, "You're too anxious."

"…!"

Anxious.

Who was anxious?!

Immediately, the blood in his mouth surged up. He was angry and humiliated, but Mo Ran leaned over and hugged him, chest to chest.

He stroked Chu Wanning's hair and said gently, "It'll hurt."

"… Then don't." In order to save face, Chu Wanning said resolutely and decisively.

Mo Ran laughed softly. His low and slightly hoarse voice was mellow and pleasant to listen to.

He said, "You don't have to care about me, tonight …" His voice gradually became softer.

Chu Wanning blinked.

How about tonight?

He saw Mo Ran's strong and muscular arms propping himself up and staring at him from above. Then he slowly sat up and moved down.

This was something that had never happened in his dreams. What was he doing?

"Tonight, I just want you to feel comfortable."

As he spoke, he leaned over and unbuttoned his pants before Chu Wanning could react. He looked at Chu Wanning's erect desire with a passionate and passionate gaze, then he took it in his mouth.

"Ah –!"

Her spine trembled as Chu Wanning cried out in alarm. She gasped for breath. What was this feeling?

How … How could it be like this … How dirty …

But it felt so good to be enveloped by his lover's warm mouth, sucking on it. Her teeth carefully retracted, not touching his erect shaft. Mo Ran sucked on it. Hearing his rapid breathing and low panting, he raised his eyes and gazed at him tenderly, even indulgently.

Emperor Ta.

He had never done such a thing before. In the past, he had never thought that he would do such a thing.

But now he was willing, infatuated and even happy.

"Don't … How could you … Quick, spit it out." Chu Wanning's face was extremely red. He bit his lips and shook his head. His phoenix eyes that were usually as sharp as knives were now filled with lust and fear.

So cute.

Mo Ran sucked deeply. Chu Wanning couldn't take it anymore. He leaned on the bed and gasped for breath. His eyes were unfocused and gradually lost focus.

He sucked back and forth a few times before retreating. A trace of lust hung on his lips and his eyes were moist. He asked, "Darling, did it feel good?"

Chu Wanning felt as if there were colorful fireworks flowing in his brain. His whole body was dizzy, but he still remembered how Mo Ran called him. He only felt shame and sweetness. His bones were sore and soft. How could he …

He was his master. He was so many years older than him. He was the Northern Dipper Celestial Venerable. He … "Ah …"

A deep and hoarse voice sounded in this quiet and dark bedroom.

Mo Ran licked his plump and round shaft. The tip of his tongue was nimble and rough, rubbing against the place where Chu Wanning rarely touched. Chu Wanning was so stimulated that tears flowed out. Just like in his previous life, he was still willing to be intimate with Mo Ran. He didn't resist, so his Adam's apple moved and hoarse gasps escaped.

He unconsciously closed his hazy eyes. When Mo Ran sucked him again and imitated the rhythm of thrusting and thrusting to please him, Chu Wanning impatiently reached out his hand. His slender fingers sank into the top of Mo Ran's black hair as he powerlessly resisted.

"Don't … Don't be like this … Dirty … Ah …"

But Mo Ran only raised his moist eyes and looked at him with his dark eyes full of lust. He said, "I like you, I'm willing to treat you like this, I want you to be comfortable … How can it be dirty?" He gently kissed the shaft that was so swollen that his veins were clearly visible. He said gently, "Everywhere is the best."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and continued to lick and suck. Chu Wanning was so pure and was extremely inexperienced. How could he withstand such an attack? It was his first time doing it, so it didn't take long for him to release. When he was excited, he seemed to be unable to control himself and thrust, pressing against Mo Ran's throat.

Mo Ran … should be very uncomfortable, right?

Heaven and Earth were vast and boundless. Everything was lax, and only the pleasure of ejaculation was left. He had never thought of and had never experienced such intense pleasure.

Even in such extreme pleasure, he was still vaguely aware of what he had done in the end. He wanted to get up and wipe Mo Ran's lips. He wanted to caress him, kiss him, and thank him.

But his waist was soft, and his legs and feet were limp and numb.

He couldn't get up.

And when he looked over with trembling eyelashes, Mo Ran had already swallowed the turbid liquid he had spurted out. This knowledge made Chu Wanning's mind even more blank. The back of his neck was faintly numb and twitching.

In the end, Mo Ran turned over. His burning hot body covered Chu Wanning's panting body. Mo Ran stroked his face. His lower body was still hard and stiff, pressing against Chu Wanning's lower abdomen. The man's eyes were perhaps a little red because of this, and there was a hint of a beast's aura. But he still gazed at Chu Wanning with a burning gaze and a gentle gaze.

"I love you."

I really, really, really love you.

It was the ambition of a wolf, but it was also the return of a prodigal son. Carrying guilt and guilt, but still unwilling to give up. It was selfish, desperate, passionate, and longing.

Love you.