Mo Ran's fingertips trembled a little, and his heartbeat was so fast that it was unreasonable.

The most tragic thing about a man is that his sexual desire is not sensible. Even if he is unwilling to do so, his lower body is still hard and swelling is inconsistent.

He cursed himself in a low voice, adjusted his sitting position and did not let others see it, and then leaned over to serve Chu Wanning another bowl of soup.

When the soup bowl was handed over, his fingers rubbed Chu Wanning's. He was shocked and felt that the numbness was like lightning rushing across his spine. With a trembling hand, the soup splashed out a little.

Chu Wanning frowned, and couldn't care about so much. She brought the soup to drink it to relieve the spicy pain between her lips and teeth. Mo Ran looked at his lips without saying a word. It was soaked with spicy, like fresh fruits among the leaves and flowers on the branches.

It’s soft, warm and moist when you kiss it…

"Bang!"

Mo Ran slapped himself with his hand.

Everyone was stunned and looked at him silently.

Mo Ran suddenly came back to his senses, and cleared his throat awkwardly, and said hoarsely: "A mosquito stopped on my face."

"Oh." Suddenly a bright female voice rang out, fussing, "The mosquitoes in autumn are the most poisonous. If you drink blood and have to survive the winter, can the immortal king bring herbal ointment?"

"Ah?" Mo Ran was stunned for a moment, looking for the voice. The person who spoke was a beautiful and smooth girl, wearing a black and shiny braid, wearing a green jacket, with picturesque eyebrows and white skin, but her eyes were very bold. When she met Mo Ran's gaze, she immediately became more and more enthusiastic.

Mo Ran didn't react for a moment, and just thought in his heart, Oh, it's the girl who just sang the little song.

He was dull, but the aunt sitting next to the girl was very smart. She was a woman who gave birth to seven children and looked more delicate about the girl's thoughts than anyone else. She was kind and said: "The immortal king would not live in the village for a long time. She went back after the farming busyness. How could she bring herbal ointment? Ling'er, go back and send a can of the immortal king."

The girl named Ling'er immediately smiled: "Of course, I'll bring it to the Immortal Lord tonight."

"..." Mo Ran had no time to say anything, and the two enthusiastic women made a decision for him one by one. Mo Ran couldn't help but feel speechless. He turned his head to look at Chu Wanning, and saw Chu Wanning taking out a handkerchief and slowly wiping the soup stains on his hands, with a disgusting expression.

Mo Ran was not good at dealing with women, so he whispered to Chu Wanning: "I have soup on my hands, and I will borrow it after I have finished wiping the handkerchief."

Chu Wanning handed him his handkerchief, which was still the same piece embroidered with crabapple flowers.

Mo Ran remembers that he used this handkerchief in Peach Blossom Land. Chu Wanning looked weak and cold, but in fact he was a long-lasting person. Mo Ran noticed in his previous life that the style of this person's clothes and decorations in the house often did not change much in ten or twenty years. But he didn't expect that even this handkerchief was the same.

It has been so long, and the pattern embroidered on it has become dim, and this nostalgic person has not discarded it.

Mo Ran wiped his hand and looked at the handkerchief carefully. Suddenly, he realized that although the flower was embroidered carefully, the stitches were not good-looking. He saw that it was something that a beginner made, and he was stunned for a moment.

I thought to myself, it was probably because the master was bored. Thinking of the master's stern face and poking the little needle-punching crabapple seriously, Mo Ran couldn't help but want to laugh...

When I looked carefully, the handkerchief was taken away by Chu Wanning.

Mo Ran said: "Take it away and I'll wash it for you."

"I can wash myself." Chu Wanning said, picking up the dishes and chopsticks again. Mo Ran was not willing to see him commit suicide again, so he quickly changed a bowl of rice with him and said, "I have never touched my bowl."

The village chief’s wife also hurriedly said, “If Immortal Lord can’t eat spicy food, don’t eat it. It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Chu Wanning pursed her lips and lowered her eyes for a while and said, "Sorry." As she said that, she changed food with Mo Ran. Mo Ran took his bowl and chopsticks and was about to eat it, but she thought that it was something Chu Wanning had already eaten, and her heart was inexplicably warm and soft and throbbing.

He picked up a piece of fat and thin pork belly and sent it to his mouth. The chopsticks bite the teeth and rubbed their lips...

I was debauchery/scam in my previous life. I had never done anything with Chu Wanning? But in my life I just licked the chopsticks he used and put my lips against the bowls he used.

It's just like this, and the lower body is hard and hard to bear.

Even if you warn yourself harshly, and you will repeatedly tell yourself that you should not have any lewd thoughts about his pure and upright master, your heart is not like yours. He can prevent himself from touching him, but he cannot ignore him.

He no longer had hatred for Chu Wanning. He thought that after he stripped off his hatred, his feelings for his master were only respect and love.

But he seemed to have been wrong. When the black gauze of hatred fell, what was revealed was moist love and hot love... He was floating in the sea of ​​desire, trying to climb the rational driftwood to get ashore, but Chu Wanning's gaze and a light word could drag him back to the abyss.

He felt that he was really crazy.

Chu Wanning didn't like men, so even if Mo Ran died, he would not touch him or bully him.

So ** was burned into a sea of ​​fire and a vast ocean. In the dire straits, he even forgot anything else, only the pure person in front of him fell asleep in his unpure heart.

The autumn wind rustled and the sound of rice frogs, he sat beside him. At this moment, Mo Ran suddenly thought absurdly that it would be great if they could just stay like this for the rest of their lives. He used to think that he was short of everything, so he would rob everything like crazy, but now he felt that he had everything and dared not ask for more.

The busy farming season took about half a month. During this period, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran lived in Yuliang Village.

Although this small village is not rich, it is not difficult to clean up two empty houses, but the environment is a bit difficult. The village chief’s wife gritted her teeth and evened out two thick mattresses, saying that she wanted to spread it for Mo Ran and the others, but they both refused in unison.

Chu Wanning said: "It's also warm to lay straw, so you can keep it for yourself."

Mo Ran also smiled and said, "After all, I'm a cultivator, I can't steal the bedding with you."

The village chief was full of guilt and said repeatedly: "I'm sorry. I used to have many mattresses, but when I was in a bad mood last year, water flowed into the village and a lot of things..."

Chu Wanning said: "It's okay."

After a few more words of kindness, the village chief and his wife finally left tremblingly. Mo Ran helped Chu Wanning to clean the bed again, laying thicker straw under the quilt, trying every means to make the bed softer, and it looked a bit like a dog busy holding a soft pillow at home.

Chu Wanning leaned against the table, looked lightly, and said, "It's almost OK. If you spread it down, I'm afraid I'm not sleeping in the bed, but in the valley."

Mo Ran was a little embarrassed when he said, scratching his head and said, "I've rushed to a nearby market tomorrow and I'll buy a mattress for my master."

"You're going to buy mattresses. Do I do all the farm work?" Chu Wanning glared at him, "That's it, it's pretty good." He said, walking over and smelling it, "There is the fragrance of rice."

Mo Ran said: "No, Master, you are most afraid of the cold, you can't..."

"Winter is not here yet." Chu Wanning frowned, "I'm so rude, why are you talking so much? Go back to your room soon. I've been tired for a day and my feet are numb. I want to go to bed."

Mo Ran left obediently.

Chu Wanning had just taken off her shoes, scooped some water from the jar, washed her feet, and was about to climb onto his rice bed. When he heard the door knocking, Mo Ran went back and shouted outside: "Master, I'm in!"

"..." Chu Wanning was furious, "Didn't I tell you that I'm in in the future?"

Mo Ran let him get angry, and smiled and rubbed his head open the hidden door. He really didn't have his hands to push the door. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his honey-colored, tight-lined and sexy arms, carrying a bucket of clear water, and the water was steaming.

The young man's eyes looked particularly bright and scorching in the mist.

Chu Wanning's heart was so thumping that he saw that he didn't know what to say.

Mo Ran lifted the heavy bucket to his bed and put it down. His face was shining and the dimples were warm. He said, "Master, let's soak your feet. I've been tired for a day. I'll press it after soaking, and Master will go to bed."

"No……"

"I know, Master wants to say no," Mo Ran smiled, "I want it. The first time I do farm work, I will feel sore and back pain. If Master doesn't have a good rest and can't get up tomorrow, the children in the village will laugh at you again."

The water in the barrel is very warm and even a little hot, but it is not unbearable.

Chu Wanning's naked feet were soaked in it, her toes were round and delicate, and her ankle bones were extremely smooth and distinct. The skin on his feet was very white, because he had not seen the sun for a long time, and he could even be called pale.

When Mo Ran saw it, he suddenly felt that Chu Wanning's skin was so good, even whiter and more pure than those delicate and crystal-clear Sichuan girls.

Think about it carefully, even Song Qiutong, the woman she married home in her previous life, did not feel as good as Chu Wanning's touch... Bah, what do you think.

So Chu Wanning was soaking his feet, and Mo Ran sat at the table opposite to read a book.

The book was brought by him, a bit boring book of healing immortals. The room was very quiet, so quiet that both of them subconsciously slowed down their breathing and did not want each other to hear it. In the room with a bean lamp light, the sound of Chu Wanning's feet shaking the waves of water were occasionally heard.

"I've washed it, it won't hurt anymore, you can go back."

Mo Ran was very persistent. He would no longer believe in Chu Wanning's "no pain" or "no pain". He had already put down the book, lowered his body in front of Chu Wanning's bed, half-kneeled down, and grabbed one of Chu Wanning's feet that he wanted to retract, his eyes with undeniable meaning:

"I'll go back after pressing the master."

"………………” Chu Wanning wanted to kick him and let him go back quickly and stop talking to himself in front of him.

But the hand holding him was so powerful and a little rough. The calluses on the tiger's mouth and fingertips were pressed against his flesh. His feet became particularly sensitive because of the water soaked in hot water. He felt itchy for a moment and wanted to laugh, so he spent all his strength on ending his smile. He missed the last chance to pick up his majesty and drive away Mo Ran away.

Mo Ran half-kneeled, putting his feet on his knees, lowered his eyes, and rubbed them patiently and carefully.

"Master, is it very cold in the paddy fields?" he asked as he pressed.

"fine."

"There are many dead branches and rotten leaves. Look at this place, they are all scratched."

"..." Chu Wanning looked at the side of his right foot, and there was indeed a small hole. "I just had a small injury, I didn't feel anything."

Mo Ran said: "I brought some plasters for bruises and injuries. Master wait. I'll take them to apply them to you. Aunt's recipe is very useful and the wound can heal in one night." As he said, he left the door, his cottage faced with Chu Wanning, and there was only a yard that could be completed in about ten steps. He quickly returned and brought a can of balm.

"As for being so pretentious?"

"It's not pretentious. If it's festering, it's even more troublesome. Come on, Master, give me your feet."

Chu Wanning was a little embarrassed. He had lived for so many years and his feet were extremely private. He was always well-dressed on weekdays, so of course he would not sway around barefoot. This was the flesh that few people had seen, and even the flesh that no one had touched.

Because the ignorant is fearless, he didn't know what it felt like to be pinched by someone just now, so he squeezed it a few times. Unexpectedly, it felt sore and soft. It seemed like an ant was chewing in his heart, so when he wanted to extend it to him again, he was a little hesitant.

Mo Ran looked at the clear and innocent feet half hidden under the edge of her clothes, and the hot water finally added some blood to them. Chu Wanning's toes were even and delicate, and his fingernails looked like a layer of thin ice on the lake in the deep winter in the south. They were crystal clear, but the newly soaked fingertips were faintly red.

It seemed like a begonia flower that was about to bloom was frozen in the ice layer.

Mo Ranfu knelt down again, with a gentle and respectful expression, holding the warm crabapple flower in his palm.

He felt the crabapple tremble slightly in his hands and the petals rustled. He suddenly wanted to lower his head and lean over to kiss it, so that it would not be hesitant or afraid, let it stretch its fragrance and loosen its petals.

“Master…”

"What's wrong?"

He seemed to hear Chu Wanning's voice a little hoarse, as if the deep desire to love was pressing down on the branches, and the flowers were almost unable to bear it, and the dew was about to drip into the land.

Mo Ran raised his head suddenly, and the candle fire burst at this time, and a string of sparks burst out, and the candle tears slowly flowed down. He happened to meet Chu Wanning's gaze. Their eyes were bright in the lights, with desire/fire and spring tide.

"you……"
To be continued...