Article 583

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But Allen Chu lay on his crotch, kissed him, and sucked him.

His eyes were all pale, and then dark, and sometimes colorful, and sometimes the earth was empty.

So exciting.

The ink burned uncontrollably and tilted his head back slightly, breathing in a low voice. His slender and well-proportioned arms couldn't help stroking Chu Wanning's long hair, making a sexy and deep groan.

His Wan Ning, his master...

Yuheng Beidou Immortal Lord at night.

The most handsome man in the world...

Baibi Wuxia Chu Wanning is willing to do such a thing for him.

No medication, no coercion.

It’s done willingly…

The ink-burning eyes were moist, and the dark eyelashes trembled slightly.

Is willing and willing.

Chu Wanning's skills are not good, and his strength is not so correct. Sometimes Beiqi doesn't pay attention and will hurt him, but he almost can't help surrendering under Chu Wanning's stimulation, and finally releases the corners of his eyes. There were wet and hot tears.

He hugged Allen Chu over, hugged him tightly, and kept kissing him. He only felt that his heart hurt so much, but it was so warm, it hurt.

"Wanning..." He whispered in his ear over and over again, "Wanning..."

Chu Wanning glanced at him with moist black phoenix eyes because of desire, and then lowered his eyelashes because of shame. After a while, he still whispered hoarsely: "Do you like it?"

A gentle word that penetrates the blood and flesh.

The pain is particularly deep.

Mo Ran hugged him tightly and said slowly: "I like it."

Chu Wanning's ears became redder and redder. He got the approval and stopped saying anything.

Mo Ran couldn't help stroking his hair and whispered: "I only like you... I like you the most... Wan Ning."

There will be no one better than you in this world.

No one can touch my heart except you.

Master.

I love you so much.

Chapter 210 Master’s handkerchief can only be given to me

In the middle of the night, Chu Wanning woke up from a light sleep. Mo Ran was already in bed and his clothes were already dressed properly. He was sitting at the table, lighting a solitary lamp, and was playing with a bunch of objects with his head down.

The uneasiness and helplessness before had become so faint in this solitary lamp and the lingering aftertaste. Allen Chu almost looked at him lazily for a while, and then said: "What are you doing?"

"Master is awake? Is the light too bright..."

"No." Allen Chu asked again, "What are you doing?"

Mo Ran pursed his lips and smiled sheepishly.

Allen Chu stood up, put on his robe, barefooted, walked to his side, leaned against the table and watched. It turned out that what was on the table was his own Begonia handkerchief. Mo Ran took three other plain white handkerchiefs and was tattooing the patterns on them.

"Are you embroidering handkerchiefs?"

"...I want Master to do it only for me." Mo Ran put down the needle and thread, put one hand around Chu Wanning's waist, leaned over and kissed his chest.

Chu nightning has a scar on his heart.

Chu Wanning never said the origin of this scar, and Mo Ran didn't ask much.

It's just that when our skin touches each other, we often kiss this place subconsciously and with pity.

Mo Ran said: "I will embroider other people's handkerchiefs. Anyway, they don't know who made it..." He said, picked up a handkerchief that had been embroidered, and asked with a smile, "Master Take a look, look at the thorn, does it look like the one you have?"

Chu nightning sighed: "You don't need to look at it to know what it looks like."

How could this person be so possessive?

Chu Wanning touched Mo Ran's hair, and Mo Ran looked up at him with a smile.

The lamp was too dim, and the ink burned so hard that my eyes hurt. When I raised my eyes, they were a little bloodshot, but my face and smile were gentle and bright.

Chu Wanning asked: "Do you still think about those things that you have and don't have?"

The ink burned for a moment, and then whispered: "I don't want to anymore."

"Well." Allen Chu said, "That's good."

"Let it take its course..." Mo Ran seemed to be saying this to himself and to Chu Wanning.

Just let nature take its course.

There are too few days like this.

He, Mo Weiyu, is not a god, he is just a duckweed, no matter how small, in the vast world of mortals. People are selfish. It is really difficult to give a glass of water to a person who is about to die of thirst, take a sip, and then ask that person to take the initiative to pour out the glass of water and choose to die of thirst. Well, almost no one in the world can do it.

The ink burned and I thought, drink a little more rain.

If I go to purgatory again in the future, it won’t be that painful.

There is a clear stream of past events, which is enough to comfort the dryness of a lifetime.

On the second day, everyone gathered outside the villa and set off to Jiao Mountain together.

The owner of the horse farm ordered his subordinates to prepare a fat horse for everyone. There was also a Qiankun bag embroidered with night owl patterns hanging in front of the black and gold saddle. Xue Meng was riding on the horse and picked up the bag and took a look. , immediately wrinkled his nose in disgust.

Suddenly I heard someone next to me chuckle: "The taste of the owner of this horse farm is really unflattering. Even if he embroidered a big-headed cat on the Qiankun bag, he also embroidered the word 'horse' in red on the back. It's interesting."

Xue Meng turned around and saw Mei Hanxue riding a white high-headed horse and also playing with the bag. He raised his light green eyes

With his eyes, he glanced at Xue Meng with a half-smile. The drop-shaped crystal hanging on his forehead exuded a warm luster. It flickered, making this face even more charming.

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