The room was very quiet, the sounds of heartbeat and wheezing were very clear, and the smell in the air was slight, but sweet.

Lying in bed, the ink burned a posture, and he held him in his arms from behind, gently glaring at his eyes, his neck.

They all have sweat on their bodies, the temperature of their bodies is hot and amazing, wet and close together, honed and entangled, Chu’s mind is still dizzy, and even dare not think about it. What, everything is so ridiculous.

But the heart is warm and hot.

The warm water rushed under the chest and wanted to break through.

Suddenly the person in his arms whispered: "What about you?"

The ink burned a bit: "What?"

Chu night Ning light cough: "You..."

He didn't talk anymore, turned over in the darkness, and a pair of bright scorpions slowly looked at the burning eyes. Even though the surroundings were faint, the ink burned and felt like he was blushing at the night. "You still..." Chu night, Ning, a half, still can not say, and finally only drop the eyelashes, said, "I help you."

The ink burned and understood. He only felt that it was sweet and sweet. He held him and said, "How are you so stupid? It doesn't matter, I will talk later."

"...I am not stupid." Chu night is hard to say that he is stupid, he is not willing, "Isn't you a silly person? You are so... not uncomfortable?"

"Cough, I am waiting for you to fall asleep, go take a shower..."

Chu nightning insisted: "I will help you."

"No!" The ink burned to stop him.

"..." Chu nightning no longer speaks, seems to feel that his awkward appearance in bed is very inferior, probably won't let the ink burn and refresh, say what to take after a shower, but actually just leave some for yourself Face only, the implication is that the hand is better than your own skills.

He pondered like this, his face cooled a little bit, and finally said: "You don't want it, even if it is."

The ink burns slightly, because the emotions and the aftermath, the sound of Chu Xinning is not as impeccable as usual. It is not as irritating as the weekdays. The meaning of being unwilling and unruly is too heavy, and it is clear and legible.

How is this person so stupid?

Where does he want to be? He thinks very much, hate can't last forever, the rainstorm never goes out, hate can't always be bored with death in this inn, and can't hide the inside and outside of the middle-aged person into the belly, blending with his body. The souls intersect.

He still wants to see Chu Xi Ning being bullied by him to choke, thinking that his body has his breath in his body.

But it will be uncomfortable.

He had done it in the past and Chu night, and he knew how long the high fever had been in the late night, and the face with pale lips was cracked, and he could not forget it until now.

He just wants to take it step by step. It doesn't matter if he endures hard work. He wants Chu Ning's first time to be comfortable. After that, he can feel the excitement and enjoyment. He can taste the marrow and sink with him.

But Chu Jingning is obviously misunderstood.

The ink burned and kissed his forehead, and he muttered: "Why don't I want it? What do you think about?"

"..."

"You don't look at what I am doing now." The man's indulging breath is on the side of his ear, his voice is moist. "Whatever it becomes, you still feel that I don't want you... fool."

Chu night Ning anger: "You say another fool, believe it or not, I unloaded your head! You - oh..."

The hand was caught by the ink, and brought to a certain place, Chu night Ning was shocked and could not say more words of guilty guilty, only feel that the top of the head is braving the heat.

"It’s all like this, it’s all you guys."

In the dark night, he kissed his eyes again, and then went down, holding his lips, obsessed and intoxicated, sucking, squatting and honing.

After a while, both of them were somewhat restrained, and the **** desires in the house became more and more heavy. They were sucking and licking each other, unable to make their own entanglement, closely fitting the friction, and the love was almost visible to the naked eye. In the mood of confusion, the ink burned and heard that Chu Yuning said lowly, some were unwilling, and some were awkward, still a stubborn tone: "I also want to... make you comfortable..."

The last tail was almost trembling, and shame drowned him.

"Late Ning."

He heard the ink burned behind him and called him, so gentle, so lingering, so embarrassing.

After the desire to vent, the two people, breathing back, panting, smothered him, kissed him, grateful to him, circle him in his arms, the treasures are generally guarded.

Chu night was rather faint, and his back was sweating. He leaned on the thick and hot chest, and slammed it for a while. He finally closed his eyes and slept.

The next morning, Chu nightning woke up, and the skylight slid into the house through a window of window. He heard the sound of raindrops hitting the tiles, and the rain was heavy and there was no stop.

He felt a bit of pain in his head. The shards that flashed past last night were like the squashed scales in the sink, flashing mottled and sticky light, floating and sinking.

He wants to recall, but the scales are deeper and deeper, and finally completely engulfed in the darkness.

Then he thought of what he had done last night and ink burning. The whole body was stunned and his face quickly burned red. He thought of getting up, but the sturdy arm still held him behind him, his chest still sticking to his back, evenly undulating.

The ink burned still not awake.

He waited like this, I don't know how long it took, the time is not so clear in this dark bedroom, but it should be a long time.

I have some numbness in my arms for a long time.

The heartbeat that has been rushing for a long time slowly slowed down.

It’s no longer so embarrassing.

Chu night Ning finally turned over, face to face, to see the burning face.

Very handsome, the rare and handsome appearance in the world, whether it is eyebrows, nose, lips, are the best.

It’s just that the eyebrows are slightly squatting, and there seems to be a strong mind, not open, heavy.

Chu Xiaoning was facing this face again and silently stunned for a long time.

For a long time, he finally couldn't help it. For the first time, he kissed the ink-burning face.

Then he gently removed the ink-burning arm, sat down on the edge of the bed, put on his trousers, and went to get a white coat. There was a fascinating crease fold on the shirt, and Chu night tried to smooth it, but it didn’t help.

He had to wear it like this, and secretly hoped that people who would not be seen by the dead and the sorrow would see any strangeness, while thinking about it, while going to the stack of clothes.

Suddenly someone hugged him from behind.

Chu night Ning was shocked, although the performance was only a slight movement of the hand.

I don’t know when I’m awake, got up, hugged him, kissed his earrings.

"Master respect..."

I don't know what to say, the first time I can honestly meet in this life, Chu nightning will be forgotten, and the smoldering will also give birth to some newly-married Yaner-like shyness and embarrassment.

"early……"

"Early, it is very late." Chu nightning did not look back, wearing clothes on his own.

The ink smiled slyly, with a shallow nasal sound, and then extended his hand, finishing the pendant hanging between the neck for the night.

"This cold, you have to put it on your body, or it won't work."

Chu night Ning seems to suddenly think of something, look back at him.

When I was in love last night, I felt that there was something in the neck of the ink. But at that time, I was dizzy and not too embarrassed. At this time, I looked carefully and was actually a dragon blood crystal pendant paired with myself.

"You..." Chu Xi Ning said, "When you were at the Confucianist Gate, didn't you say that this pendant has only the last one? How?"

He shut up slyly.

Because I saw the ink and smiled at myself, the pear vortex was melted and my eyes were soft.

He suddenly understood the selfishness of the ink burning at that time, suddenly it was a little hot, turned his face away, sullenly stopped talking, only buried his head to organize his clothes.

"Go back early." In the end, I didn't dare to look at the smoldering. I only said, "I am afraid that someone will be thrown out later."

The ink burns and tampers: "All listen to the teacher."

But it was quiet, but suddenly and ambition did not die, blood is not cool. Pulling through the boots and getting ready to stand up, Chu Ningning, and then leaned over, his lips gently kissed him on his lips.

"Don't be angry, I have to endure when I go back. I want to keep my mourning." The ink burned and smiled, and the fingertips pointed to the lips that the night was rather to talk. "Master, you are so good."

Because of this sentence, you are so good, until you go back to the mountain gate, Chu night Ning is still a bit embarrassed.

He feels that good is not his own, but ink. This young man is handsome, gentle, and lovingly loving himself. Sometimes he even makes Chu Xiaoning feel very unreal. He thinks this person is too perfect, how can he belong to such a dull self.

Those who belong to a decent sentence will not speak of themselves.

But when the smoldering stared at him, his expression was so serious, there was no half-falsehood, and when he burned and kissed him, it was so emotional, and the breathing seemed to be controlled by Chu, and everything was handed over to him.

Even if I was clumsy in my last night, my words were boring, and sometimes I was distracted...

But the ink burned didn't feel disappointing. He woke up in the morning and was willing to kiss his lips and said, "You are so good."

"..."

"Master."

"Ok?"

Looking back at the gods, but glimpsed under the red sea otter flower enchantment, ink burned and smiled at him: "Where to go? Go here, there is the red lotus otter, we first go to Meng Potang to have some food, Go back."

In Meng Po Tang, the ink burned or sat in front of him, but the people around him came and went, noisy and noisy. They were not as comfortable as they used to be, and they ate their heads and ate the food in the bowl. The disciples who loved to take a bet late, couldn’t help but whisper.

"How can the elders of Yuheng not talk to the ink brothers today?"

"Not only don't talk, I don't even look at him."

"It’s strange that the ink brothers don’t give the Yuheng elders a dish. It’s not quite a knot. What happened to them, quarreled?”

"... Will you continue to sit at a table after you have finished with your teacher?"

"Haha, that's what it is."

The orthogonal head stalked, and suddenly Chu was standing up late, and then holding a bowl to add some porridge to himself. The white clothes fluttered past them, and the group of good people did not speak, burying their heads and buns.

After Chu’s staying back, they’re talking about it again.

"Do you think that the elders of Yu Heng are a bit strange today?"

Someone nodded immediately: "Yes! Just can't say where it is strange, it seems to be clothes?"

Five or six pairs of eyes sneaked for a long time, and suddenly a little disciple snorted and said: "It seems to be too wrinkled, not as meticulous as usual."

He said this, everyone found out that it was true, but no one thought about it. After a long time, I felt that the elders of Yu Heng should go to the back of the mountain to ban the land last night, except for some evils, and make up some small days and so on. .

These disciples admire him and look up to him. At most, they only think that he is interesting, but no one will really treat him as a flesh-and-blood, desire-seeker, so even if the ink-burning and Chu-nighting do not stay so much. Traces, even if there are a lot of clues revealed, they did not pay attention, did not pay attention.

When a person is carried to the altar by everyone, then he can only not open, do not move, break the desire, clear and cold, otherwise the chess is a step, it is wrong.

So later, when the feelings of Mo Weiyu and Chu Yuning were made public in the world, many people felt that their gods had collapsed. They felt that anger felt disgusting and felt uncomfortable.

But they all forgot to worship a person in a high place, forcing him to go every step of the way according to the expectations of the people, forcing him to live from head to toe for the sake of everyone, not allowing him to give birth to a little bit of lust. It is a very cruel and powerful thing.