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If it were Chu Wanning on weekdays, how could he not see the strangeness of Mo Ran?

But at this moment, his condition is really not much better than Mo Ran, or even worse.

He looked cold, but God knows how much perseverance it took for him to maintain his position and pretend to be calm like this.

Mo Ran's breath was so hot and heavy, with the strong breath unique to men, that it almost burned him. There are also the arms against the wall, so strong, thick, and powerful. He has not yet fought with Mo Ran after his rebirth, but he knows that if he fights with strength alone without spells, then he will be in front of these arms. Only to pieces.

He didn't want to look at Mo Ran's eyes. His eyes dropped a little and fell on Mo Ran's chest.

Although they were not stuck together, Mo Ran was so close to him, almost only a thin line away. He could clearly feel the male tension radiating from the hot chest, broad and fiery.

It's like it can melt the coldest ice in the world and turn it into a handful of chūncháo.

"Master..."

The young man suddenly called him, and he didn't know if it was his misunderstanding, but he felt that the other person's voice was a little hoarse, full of wet desire and heat.

Mo Ran called him Master countless times, calmly, respectfully, angry, jokingly, too many to mention.

But this was the first time he heard a different "Master", held between his lips and teeth, mixed with the smell of lust, looking so dirty and bewitching, Chu night Ning felt that the bones were numb.

Impossible, it is impossible for Mo Ran to call him like this.

It was because he heard wrongly and because he thought too much.

What is dirty is your own heart.

He subconsciously stepped back, and his naked back hit the cold wall. He shivered involuntarily, his lips trembled and opened slightly, making him look a little confused.

The ink-burning eyes became darker.

He looked at the moist, light-colored lips. Although he didn't move, he had a lot of thoughts in his mind, thinking about lowering his head to kiss, prying open Chu Wanning's lips and teeth, and the fiery tongue roughly invaded the forbidden area that no one had ever conquered. He imagined his own He grabbed Chu Wanning's waist with his hands and rubbed it vigorously, revealing bàonüè red marks on the skin.

No matter how suppressed it is, the blood flowing in the ink-burning blood vessels is still wolfish.

The sex he releases is always hot and violent. He will even tear the person he sleeps with into pieces between pillows and mats, eat the other person from the inside out, and lick off every last drop of blood and every inch of flesh.

He cannot change his vegetarian diet.

He closed his eyes and pressed the hot lava on his chest. He knew something was wrong. He knew how close a man's desire would be to a wild animal. He wanted to drive away the unaware rabbit before the passion could not be contained.

He stopped his hand and said almost hoarsely: "Master, I will go and get some clothes for you..."

The heavy breath brushed Chu Wanning's eyelashes.

Mo Ran turned around, strode to the door, and picked up the robe that Allen Chu had left there.

Chu Wanning was still leaning against the wall, but felt that after a hundred miles of running, he was exhausted and could not breathe. He narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly and saw Mo Ran with his back to him, rummaging through the clothes he had taken off. He suddenly thought of his state somewhere, froze for a few seconds, and suddenly woke up!

When Mo Ran entered the door, he was taking a shower with his back to him, and when he turned around, Mo Ran was close again and did not look down, so he did not notice his desire.

But if Mo Ran takes the clothes at this time and looks back, then the image of Elder Yu Heng who has been alone and aloof for a long time, and Chu Wanning's long-standing image of aloofness and abstinence, will probably fall apart in an instant and be annihilated.

Allen Chu was anxious instantly.

Seeing that Mo Ran had already sorted out his clothes and pants, holding them in his hands, he was about to turn around...

Chu Wanning suddenly had only two choices left in front of him.

1. Pretend that your legs suddenly hurt and squat down.

Two, blind him.

Before he could make a decision between these two bad options, Mo Ran had already turned around and said: "Master, you..."

What are you?

He didn't finish.

The rest of the words, the moment he saw the scene in front of him, were all broken between his lips and teeth, stuck in the mire, and could no longer be pulled out.

Chapter 142 Master, this is torture

It turned out that at the critical moment when Mo Ran turned his head, Chu Wanning's mind was electric, and he almost turned around at the last moment, with his arms folded and supported on the wall, leaving the other party with a strong and even back.

In this way, Mo Ran can't see his front, and Chu Wanning feels that he is really smart.

This fool has no idea that what is exposed under Mo Ran's eyes is a low and sexy waist, a plump and strong buttocks, and a pair of slender and powerful legs... He is like a rabbit that has been skinned by himself. , the charred yellow su crispy roasted on the fire, just like saying "please eat, thank you."

Mo Ran felt that his throat was numb, and his eyes seemed to be bloodshot. He held back for a while and then said: "Master... what are you doing?"

do what?

...Hmm...This posture is indeed a bit weird. How should I put it so that I can pass it by calmly...

Chu nightning turned half of his face, his expression was cold and solemn, trying to cover up.

Mo Ran had already put down his clothes and walked towards him, perhaps because he was going against the direction

Under the light, he always felt that the expression on Mo Ran's face was chilling, like a wolf that had been hungry for a long time in the jungle and saw a piece of fresh meat, but the meat was hung on a hunting trap. The wolf hesitated, his belly The hunger and thirst in his heart are fighting fiercely with the reason in his brain. The fire of war spreads from his body to his eyes. The ink-burning black eyes are very bright, exuding a faint light.

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