Speaking of which, this town was famous for Xu Yingfeng, but later the incident of fake Gou Chen was caused. Jin Chengchi's weapons were all destroyed. In a blink of an eye, many inns where Jianshe stayed in were gradually declining. Because of the business of the business, many inns that Jianshe stayed in closed down and changed their careers to do other business.

However, the inn with a hot spring pool where the master and disciple stayed together was still tenaciously alive. And because of the wedding of Mr. Nangong, the guests who came to Rufengmen to congratulate him would settle in Daicheng first, and this inn has regained its former vitality.

Xue Zhengyong lifted the bamboo curtain and walked into the lobby: "Boss, stay in the hotel!"

"Four people?"

Before Xue Zhengyong could answer, he heard a low voice behind him saying, "No, five."

It turned out that Mo Ran was walking in a hurry, and he was following him just now.

When Xue Meng saw him, he was a little surprised: "So fast?"

Mo Ran was stunned at first, then his face turned dark and he said angrily, "Are you very slow to calm down?" Sitting in front of the tea stall and reciting a few words of the Heart-clearing Mantra."

But he also knew that what Xue Meng said was not the same as what he thought, and it was not easy to have an attack, so he had to nod his head implicitly.

"You swallowed all the melon seeds and didn't even spit the shell."

Mo Ran: "..."

"Five guests, how many rooms do you want?"

Xue Zhengyong said: "I have one room with my inner friend, and three other good rooms, totaling four."

Mo Ran listened to his uncle's arrangement, and his face was quiet and silent, but his heart was a little restless. He actually secretly hoped that the conversation with the past would reappear. The boss told them that the customer was full and he had to squeeze in, so that he would...

Forget it, in fact, he still can't do anything, but if he could stay in the same room with Chu Wanning, he would feel very hot, a little uneasy, and a little excited. What he had in his blood was still the blood of jackals, tigers and leopards.

However, there are often not so many times. This time the shopkeeper said happily: "It's so bad, four rooms are in the room!" He turned over and took the keys from the cabinet, shouting in a long tone, "Customer, second floor, please-"

Mo Ran looked at him silently, with a gloomy eyes.

He thought, stupid things, it’s so happy to open four rooms? What’s the joy! What’s the joy! What’s the joy! What’s the joy to earn more money!

"Ran'er, what are you doing when you pinch the table board on someone's counter?"

"..." Mo Ran calmly withdrew his hand and smiled faintly. The place where the board was facing down had been cracked by him. I am afraid that it would be broken if he tried harder. "It's nothing."

After taking the key from Xue Zhengyong and going upstairs, Mo Ran stood in front of his own room and was suddenly stunned.

Turning his head, he saw Chu Wanning looking at him too.

"You stay in this room?"

"Well...yes." Mo Ran hesitated for a while, first lowered his eyelashes, and then couldn't help but raise his eyes. His dark eyes looked at Chu Wanning's face, "Master still remember?"

“…What do you remember?”

Mo Ran pointed to the door of his room and said, "When we came to ask for a sword, the master lived in this room."

“…”

Mo Ran looked at him carefully, his voice very tolerant, but he could not hide his faint expectation: "Master, do you still remember?"

Chu Wanning thought to himself, how could he not remember?

Walking up this floor, the past comes to the stairs, creaking with the old stairs that have been disrepaired, slowly rising with the smell of decay after being soaked by the years.

He could almost see the young man Mo Ran pushing open the door, with a cynical look on his face, and grinning at himself. Diputra is very shallow and the years are deep.

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Mo Ran seemed a little disappointed, lowered his eyes and said, "It may be that I remembered it wrongly and was confused..."

"That's right."

Mo Ran suddenly raised his head.

Chu Wanning looked at him and smiled faintly: "You remember correctly, it's this one."

This sentence is like a spark, igniting the darkness in Mo Ran's eyes in clusters. Mo Ran's mouth gradually rubbed a sweet smile, as if he had eaten a candy with a very good taste. He pointed to Chu Wanning's current room and said, "Also, Master lives in today's room, the one I used to."

He was very happy and said it straightforwardly.

But Chu Wanning felt a little embarrassed when she heard this, and stopped laughing, and said angrily: "I can't remember this."

As he said that, he pushed the door straight into the house and locked Mo Ran outside.

“…………”

Uh...what did I do wrong again, and I was upset him?

That night, Mo Ran didn't dare to go to the bathhouse to soak in the hot spring. He was afraid of some things that were not afraid of ten thousand, but was afraid of if he was. He felt that he was close to the critical point of no matter what. If Chu Wanning gave him a little more spring, he didn't know if he could still be a gentleman and not pick this high mountain flower.

He lay on the bed with his head resting on his arms. He was so bored that he began to think about how he got along with Chu Wanning.

He is a not very smart person. He feels like Chu Wanning is like a big white cat. He wants to treat Chu Wanning well and take care of this snow-white cat, but he always rubs his hair a few times, and it is a claw of the white cat. It seems that he is not comfortable and unhappy.

He felt guilty, but he really didn't know where to touch the cat or where to touch it. He was like a person who just raised a cat, and he knew only a little about everything, and he would just lick the white cat under his palm and lick his hair.

Then there was a roar and another slap.

Mo Ran turned over and blinked, feeling very depressed.

Suddenly I remembered that the layout of this inn, the bed in the next room and my own should be next to a wooden wall.

As soon as this thought came out, Mo Ran couldn't fall asleep even more, and he felt a little dry and dry.

Has Chu Wanning gone to take a shower? Or is he going to go?

But I didn't hear much about his room... If Chu Wanning didn't plan to take a bath, then would he have already lie down at this time? Then they are actually very close now. If there was no thin wooden partition in the middle, they would have been lying together...

Lying together. This idea made the young man's blood burn, flowing dangerously like a shallow volcano, but it didn't squirt.

He couldn't help sleeping even more inside, close to the wall panel. The wall made of wood and earth were different after all. The wooden board was so thin that it was only three fingers wide at most.

Mo Ran thought that Chu Wanning was lying three feet wide away from him, taking off his clothes, or wearing only a thin underwear... He closed his eyes and swallowed in his throat. He felt his heart burning, burning all over his body, burning to the corners of his eyes. He did not open his eyes, but if he opened it, there would be bloodshot inside and flushing.

Ah, then he suddenly remembered another thing-this thing was so exciting that he was so nervous and blood flowed down his body.

He once sneered on the bed where Chu Wanning slept.

The memories of the years are so wet, sinful and sweet. Mo Ran recalled this incident and his scalp was numb. He remembered that he accidentally fell into Chu Wanning's arms that year. The feeling of heat could not be eliminated. He could only rub himself depraved, his forehead against the wall, and he vented his love and desire like that...

Mo Ran opened half of his eyes slightly, his eyes were dark, and the dark place looked like a rock, but there was red slurry surging under the stone. He pressed his forehead against the wall again.

My heart seems to be about to burst. Why was I so stupid back then? It was so bright and love, why... I can't find it...

He pressed one hand against the wall, but he couldn't help it.

I thought that when I didn't love, I could think about Chu Wanning venting without restraint, but when I fell in love, he was destined to face the person separated by a wall in his life, but he couldn't get it. Even if he dreamed, he felt that it was dirty and a blasphemy to Chu Wanning.

Shengren**, this was really tormenting for a young man with a strong spirit. His nose was against the wall, and his hot body was pressing against the thin wall as much as possible. His thoughts were chaotic and his eyes were blurred. He even had a faint illusion in the increasingly lush tide of emotions.

It seemed that Chu Wanning's breathing and the scent of the crabapple on Chu Wanning's body had already penetrated through the gaps of the wood grain and penetrated into his bed, wrapping him tightly.

Chu Wanning's smell was seducing him and pity him.

Seduce his beast/desire, pity his humanity.

He seduces him to desire and burns his body, but he is pitiful to him and cannot ask for it.

In such seduction and pity, Mo Ran frowned in pain, supported the wall with his hands, and his joints were clearly distinguished, and the veins burst out one by one.

The opposite of his violent expression was his almost whimpering begging, and he murmured softly: "Chu Wanning...Wanning..."

But he didn't know that on the other side of the wall, Chu Wanning actually didn't dare to go to the hot spring pool to take a bath. He was indeed lying down as Mo Ran thought. At this time, he was also thinking about him and longing for him. Chu Wanning's slender fingers also stroked the slightly cold wooden board, and his forehead was against this ruthless wall.

The two of them had such a deep misunderstanding in their previous lives that they had strange roads and had a huge abyss between them. So in this life, they used blood to water the abyss into a sea of ​​blood and swam towards each other, but because of a barrier, they could not see the other's surging love tide, and could only flood with their own desires.

But they were clearly posted so close.

It was so close that Mo Ran seemed to hear Chu Wanning's heartbeat, and Chu Wanning seemed to hear Mo Ran's breathing.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

Mo Ran was shocked and said nothing angrily: "Who?"

When he shouted, Chu Wanning next door was also shocked. Then he realized that Mo Ran was really sleeping against the wall and was so close to him that his low and hoarse voice seemed to be shouting beside his pillow.

"..." Chu Wanning couldn't help but squeezed his ten fingers and opened his phoenix eyes in the dark.

"I, Xue Meng." said the man outside, "My mother said she had put me and your luggage together. You open the door quickly. Really, I'm waiting for the shower."

Of course, eavesdropping is not a good thing, but Chu Wanning thought to himself that he did not eavesdrop, because the wooden board is too thin, the sound insulation of the room is too poor, and because Xue Meng shouted too loudly.

Anyway, he doesn't want to listen.

Chu Wanning thought this way, wrapped herself in a quilt and leaned against the wall.

The creaking sound of the bed came from next door. After a while, the door opened and Xue Meng's voice sounded again: "Hey, why are you already asleep? So early?"

"I'm sleepy." Mo Ran choked, "Hurry up, you woke me up halfway through sleep. Take your clothes and walk around."

"Why are you so anxious?" Xue Meng paused, with a hint of suspicion in his voice. "I fell off the door lock so early and couldn't come out. I'm anxious to get angry when I say a few words to you. Could it be..."

What are you doing?

Chu Wanning suddenly opened his eyes wide, unconsciously thinking of rubbing Mo Ran's limbs by the lotus pond. The young man was too hot and high-spirited, and when he was ready to go, he seemed to be able to take his life.

A young man in his early twenties who does not practice abstinence like him will have how much boiling magma will be hidden in his body? How often will it take to vent it? Chu Wanning doesn't know all these things. He has been pure and has no desires for a long time, so he doesn't understand.

Now, he was a little worried about it, but he was in a hurry to save face and could not let go of his pride.

He is such a proud person, who can he ask about this kind of question? He can't just pick up a disciple and say, "Sorry, I'm sorry, I'll bother you. I want to ask an ordinary middle-aged man, how many days should he relieve him?"
To be continued...