BXBX NOVEL Chapter 188: Master, I really love you very much.
Chapter 188: Master, I really love you very much.
Chu Xinning’s heart was tightened.
What rain is too big, what is so cold and hot - obviously can go back, but just use the reason that both of them feel lame, take him to the inn.
The meaning of this, Chu Evening is even stupid, but also understand.
The smoldering is in his veins, exploring his mind.
If you shake your head, the ink will not be reluctant, but if you promise, you will default to be willing to work with him...
What did he do with him?
Chu night, I don’t know, even if I know, I don’t want to think about it.
He only felt that his face was burning very hot, and it was the heat of heavy rain.
He was very nervous. He didn\'t know what to answer. He had to take a narrow neck of the jug and wanted to take another sip. The inside was nearly empty. Finally, a trace of cool, thick pear blossomed into the throat. He bowed his head. Fresh red tassels have more and more fair and thin fingers.
He didn\'t say anything, and the atmosphere was awkward.
Ink burning is a person who doesn\'t like drinking alcohol. When he looks up and drinks, he suddenly asks him: "Is there still?"
"Gone."
"...you are so anxious, drinking is so fast." The ink burned, bowed his head and gently kissed his lips. "Then I can only taste the taste."
The pear blossoms are white and mellow, with a subtle osmanthus fragrance.
However, in the 30th year of the year, Chu nightning passed away. The ink burned on the roof for a whole night. When I finally drink it, I feel that there is no taste at all. It is bitter.
Later, after the rebirth, the ink was not willing to touch the wine again.
too bitter.
He kissed Chu\'s cool lips, which was scorned at first, carefully touched and then separated, and then carefully kissed.
The rain is rumbling and the sky is bleak.
There was no one under the gallery, and the rain curtain became a natural credit. I don’t know when it was, they hugged together, kissed each other, and rubbed their lips and wetly. The smudges of the blushing heartbeat during the intense kiss were hit by the rain. The sound was drowned, and Chu Evening couldn’t hear more sounds. The sound of the torrential rain slammed the heartstrings like a drum bang.
Unlike the icy raindrops, the burning breath is so hot, his kiss moves from the lips all the way to the bridge of the nose, his eyes, his eyebrows, and then to the side of his lips, the rough, moist tongue sticking out to him. The auricle, Chu nightning can not stand such stimulation, body tight, **** into a fist, but not willing to speak.
He confronted him with a neck, ink burned his earrings, and honed the tiny seal behind his ear...
Chu nightning shivered slightly in his arms.
The smoldering hugs him, holding it tighter, wanting to crush him all over his body, crushing it in his body and breaking into the flesh and blood.
His voice was low and hoarse, and he whispered in the night of Chu’s ear: "Master..."
Respectful, the hand is very careless, caressing the person in his arms, this young man is sullen in the pot and stacked with a dense cover to suppress the eagerness, and finally overflowing, the boiling boiling water is tumbling with foam, water It’s going to burn out, it’s going to be cooked, and the firewood is getting more and more prosperous.
Tormented them.
"follow me……"
Probably the ghost is fascinated. He is actually holding his hand tightly by ink, and rushing in the rain, so absurd.
The rain is extremely cold, but it is hot on the body. None of them have opened the enchantment and did not buy an umbrella. It is like a mana loss, like the most ordinary ordinary person, letting the wind and rain hit. In a hurry, follow the red lantern swaying in the heavy rain and ran into an inn.
The inn\'s second child is yawning, about to think that such a big rain, so late, there is no traveler to come back to stay, so see the two wetly rushed in, shocked. The ink burned tightly on the wrist of Chu Xinning, and the palm was so hot that it seemed to be steamed out.
He wiped a drop of water that went straight down the handsome face, and he said with some anxiety: "Stay in the store."
"Ah, good, good, this is the key to two rooms, altogether..."
"What?" Hearing the burning of the two rooms, he was more anxious. His throat was twitching, his long fingers were squatting, and he knocked on the table. "No, we only need one." Xiao Erge took a look. Look at the burning of the ink, and look at the late night.
Chu night Ning violently turned his face and burned it badly. He quietly broke his hand from the palm of his hand and then said: "There are two."
The younger brother is hesitant and understands: "If the money is not enough, one is OK."
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Chu nightning slowly breathing, trying to make himself look as calm as usual, but unfortunately the body has been dripping with water, and more raindrops oozing down the dark eyebrows, falling into the eyelids, he blinked, The eyelashes are moist.
"I went to sleep first. You buy some **** tea towels and come back later."
Chu Xiaoning said that the Zhengjing Jingjing, Zhuangzhuang heavy, even deliberately in front of the younger brother, only took a brass key from the ink burning hands, and then went upstairs alone.
He looks very innocent.
The ink burned in the back and didn\'t talk, but he felt secretly. He knew that the face of Chu Xiaoning was thin after all, and whatever it was, it was to be seen for others.
Chu nightning came to the house, single room, and the bed was narrow.
He glanced at the couch and only felt that his throat was very dry, his face burned so badly that he didn\'t dare to look at his second eye. He only stood in the middle of the bedroom, and there was no point in the lights and candles. I don\'t know what to do.
His mind is still faint, and he feels that it is so ridiculous, abrupt, and unprepared.
How could this be……
How can I stand here, how can I get here by the rain, how can I...
He hadn\'t finished yet, and the door opened behind him, and the ink burned in.
Chu Xinning\'s body suddenly stretched tightly, and the ten fingers squeezed into a fist under the wide sleeves. He tried his best to know the slight trembling in the bones, but did not.
For the first time in his life, this was so utterly frustrating that he handed the kite\'s lead to another person\'s hand.
His palm does not know whether it is rain, or sweat, it is very moist.
"咔哒", the door bolt was dropped, clearly audible, and the cold hair was upright, as if the knives of the executioner were between the neck and the iron scent. Like the cheetah tiger wolf\'s sharp teeth will bite the prey, **** smell.
Chu night Ning suddenly, suddenly, actually, gave birth to a fear of wanting to escape.
Fortunately, his face will not show up.
The ink burned and spoke, the sound was still gentle, not too arrogant, restrained, but somewhat hoarse: "Why don\'t you light a candle?"
"……forget."
The ink burned the wooden tray on the table, and handed a hot bowl of steamed bun to the hands of Chu Yuning: "Ginger tea, you want it, drink it hot."
Speaking of walking to the window, go to the candlestick next to the west window.
The outside wind was raining and the house was very dark, but the window with the vines was open, and the lights outside the house were blurred and fainted.
The ink burns in front of the open window, the beautiful slender crane bird copper candlestick side, the white rain curtain lining his tall figure, the silhouette looks tall, handsome, well-defined, fiddle with the fire knife, fine curly eyelashes It looks very distinctive, like two black butterflies.
He is a monk, he has a fire, but he is not so troublesome, but he is willing to be like the most ordinary person, in the most common way, to go to the light and quietly, let the heart and darkness Light up, the wax torch is soft and tears.
The flint was polished, and I was about to scrape it up.
"Don\'t light up."
The ink-burning hand was too late to look back at him: "What?"
When Chu Ning did not know what to say, he had to repeat it bluntly: "Don\'t light."
The ink burned for a while, and then I looked at the stupid person in the darkness, and my heart slowly understood.
Even if Yuheng is late at night, there will be fears when there will be fearful things, and there will be areas that are unknown.
Those who have had a pillow in the past life, whether they are male or female, are willing to step on the face of the emperor. No one has ever asked for the light to turn off the lights. Photo, so that you can do all sorts of tricks, all kinds of courtesy, infinitely charming, come to Bo Jun half-inch love.
Ink is not in love.
Whether it was the beginning of the nine, and later Song Qiutong, it was strange to say that they were petting them, and they stubbornly felt that they were like a teacher, so staying with them is almost a play-like obsession. But I never like to look at their faces in bed.
They just let them face themselves, don\'t kiss, and don\'t like to touch, in the boring and repetitive movements, the mind is even clear.
I even suddenly felt that it was very boring.
Really boring.
He couldn\'t remember the smiles under the candlelight, the welcoming, high/tidal, blushing face.
Nowadays, those who love, have nothing to do with "happiness", and have nothing to do with "love". Instead, they seem to be trapped in the chaos of the chaos, breaking into, making themselves appear more dirty, deeper, self-destructive, hate not to sew their own bones Both are black.
When you are black to the extreme, you will no longer be eager for light. If you want to redeem, you will not be afraid to hold the last fire in that world.
great.
But why not give up.
No matter how you tell yourself that you don\'t fall in love, don\'t fall in love, tell yourself that life is hopeless, the world is dark, or you will be in the stormy Wushan Temple, in the tangled and tormented, sticking to the trembling fingers, violently grabbing the late night of Chu The neck, pressed on the icy stone pavilion, on the bluestone platform in the courtyard of the Qing Dynasty, in the messy quilt of the pillow, in the snow, in the hot springs, even in the high seat of the temple, the temple, the most solemn and solemn The most respected place.
Defile him.
Looking at his face, kissing his neck, cheeks, lips, calling his name.
Shred him.
In fact, those times, Chu nightning also wants to be dark, to turn off the lights.
A little light does not want to have.
But at that time, Chu did not say anything, he would not say anything, and he would not ask for anything.
I want to come, he has been under house arrest for eight years, and Chu Ning has only asked him two things at the beginning and the end.
The first one was to ask him and let go of Xue Meng when he stepped into the Wushan Temple.
The second one is to ask him and let him go before he is ever.
If it’s not cold, how can it be...
The ink burned down the fire knife and the flint, and did not speak for a long time.
After a long time, Chu Ning slightly relaxed the body that was stretched because of tension. After a long time, he was quietly asked him: "What happened?"
Ink burns: "...nothing."
The sound is warm, moist and salty.
He walked over and hugged the man standing in the darkness, and there was some rain on his body. He smothered him and said, "Late."
"..."
For a moment, he suddenly wanted to tell him all the things in the past, but he had a sore throat and a fishbone-like stalk. He couldn’t say it.
Really, I really can’t say it.
It’s not easy to get this hard-won warmth now, it’s too difficult for him or for the late night. Even if you are guilty of sin, you can’t say it, you don’t want to say it.
Don\'t want to wake up.
Just want to be good, dreams go on.
Until the dawn pierced the throat.
There is no light, no fire, in the darkness, the ink burns him to kiss, the kiss is very focused, and gradually lingering.
The house is very quiet, the rain can\'t disturb the quiet, they can hear each other\'s breathing, heartbeat, lips touch, and the subtle moist sound when switching angles.
Chu nightning strongly tried to make his breathing as usual, but it was useless. Under the touch of ink burning, the ups and downs of his chest gradually became urgent. He is a tall, well-proportioned man, but the ink can easily cage him, cover him, the mountains are as tall and tall, this man puts him in his hot arms, scorns and kisses at first, and then asks for deeper .
He opened the lips of Chu\'s late night, and the hot and cold tongue stalked in, rubbing and entangled, like a thirsty person, drinking nectar, and people like a fire burning want to lead water to turn off the fire, but The breath of Chu\'s late night is not cool water for him, but pine oil, poured in the fire, burning endless, smoldering wolf smoke.
More and more blurred...
Until you can\'t see...
It is an illusion, an illusion, like a fake, or a fake.
It is the superposition of dreams, not the hustle and bustle.
But the feeling of being against the sky and invading the strong is so clear. Is it supposed to... do this?
The late night of the Chu dynasty, almost squatting in the middle of the phoenix, whispered: "Come in..."
I was shocked!
Chu nightning knows what to do?
How can he know?
This person who has not seen the picture of the **** palace, a clean white paper, how can he know?
"Yes...should be...so?"
He blushes like a drip, muttering, so he asks the man who is pressing.
"Where are you from... Where did you hear it?"
"..."
Chu nightning is of course embarrassed to say dreaming, so that he seems to be more debauched, more shameless, he said vaguely, "the library has accidentally seen it..."
I hurried to add another sentence: "Someone misplaced the book."
The ink burns naturally and does not doubt him, but the heart is slightly sent, but it is also slightly moving.
He kissed Chu’s lips and nose, and then said, “It’s too urgent.”
"...!"
anxious.
Who is anxious? !
Immediately, the blood surged, and it was annoying and shameful. You can sneak up on him and lean on his chest.
He touched Chu’s hair, and said softly, “It hurts.”
"...then, don\'t." Chu nightning is to take a face and smash the railroad.
The ink burned and smiled softly, and the low and dumb voice was very mellow.
He said: "You don\'t care about me, tonight..." His voice gradually faded.
Chu night Ning blinks.
How about tonight?
But see the dark, strong arms propped up, staring at him above him, then slowly sit up and move down.
This is something that has never happened in a dream. What is he going to do?
"Tonight, just want to make you comfortable."
Finally, the ink burned over and touched his face. The man\'s eyes were red, some beasts, but still blazing, gazing softly at him.
"I love you."
Really, really, really love you.
It is the ambition of the wolf, and the prodigal son is turning back, carrying the guilt and sin, but he is not willing to give up, selfish, desperate, enthusiastic, and eager.
love you.