The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chap 177

Chu Wanning hadn’t closed his eyes for two days, so he slept very deeply. Mo Ran’s movements were gentle, so when he laid in Mo Ran’s warm arms and was carried to the bed, he was still not disturbed.

Mo Ran put him in the center of the bed, put his hand on his neck, put him on the pillow, and then covered him with the quilt.

After doing all this, he didn’t leave. He just stared at that face with infatuation, from the dark eyebrows down inch by inch to the thin lips.

Beautiful.

How could his Shizun, his Wanning, be so beautiful?

He was so beautiful that if he looked at him more, his heart would soften, and his lower body would become hard.

His scalp was slightly numb, and reason strangled his neck. He knew that this was wrong, but Chu Wanning’s face was so close, and the faint begonia smell on his body was like countless pairs of soft claws, tearing apart his delicate clothes, seducing him to go to the hot bed with him.

Maybe it was because the blood in Mo Ran’s veins was surging like a river, or maybe it was because his heart was beating like a drum, or maybe it was because his eyes were too hot, burning the sleeping person awake.

In short, Chu Wanning opened his eyes and suddenly woke up.

“… …”

For a moment, no one made a sound. Mo Ran was stiff in the same place, and Chu Wanning turned from drowsiness to astonishment in an instant. His pair of phoenix eyes opened wide, meeting Mo Ran’s blazing eyes.

Chu Wanning suddenly woke up. “What are you doing?”

The expression on the handsome, young, and strong man’s face was hard to see clearly. He slowly leaned down, and Chu Wanning was so shocked that he didn’t dare to move.

“You –”

He was getting closer and closer.

His heart was thumping.

“Bang.”

The bedside made a light sound, and suddenly the light around them dimmed, falling into an even more ambiguous and hazy atmosphere.

Mo Ran leaned over and pulled the bed curtains tight. He straightened up and sat by the bed.

He lowered his head to look at Chu Wanning, who was lying on the bed. His voice was low and slow. “I saw that Shizun was fast asleep, so I wanted to help you put down the bed curtain. I didn’t expect that I would still wake you up.”

Chu Wanning didn’t make a sound. He leaned against the pillow and turned his head slightly to look at him.

The dark yellow curtains that had just been unhooked fluttered behind Mo Ran. The candlelight outside became so hazy, like the mist on the window in winter. It was too dark, and the young man’s handsome face was almost impossible to see clearly. In the dark night, only a pair of eyes were shining brightly, like falling stars.

Mo Ran suddenly called out, “Shizun.”

“Hmm?”

“There’s something I want to ask you.”

“…”

With the help of the darkness, the disciple’s courage seemed to have grown.

Chu Wanning’s heart tightened, he thought, ‘Is he going to ask about that brocade pouch?

His face was calm, but his heart was surging with emotions.

Is it too late to pretend to be asleep now?

Mo Ran asked, “Where do I sleep?”

“…” Chu Wanning was speechless.

Thus, after being busy for most of the night, Mo Ran decided to sleep on the floor.

“The bed is too small.” In fact, he regretted asking just now. His body was still young and full of vigor, so it was better not to sleep with Chu Wanning. It was not that he did not know how terrible a man’s desire could be.

“I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“… Is there an extra bed?”

“There is a bed.”

“Will it be cold?”

“No, I’ll just lay down more straw.”

As Mo Ran said this, he went outside to get some straw. He came back with a pile and laid it on the floor. Chu Wan-ning was no longer sleepy after being tormented by him just now. She leaned to the side and propped up her head. With one hand, she lifted the curtains of the bed and silently watched as the man busied himself. With lightning speed, he prepared a single bed for her.

“…”

“Sleep, Shizun. Sweet dreams.”

The man lay down with his clothes on and pulled the blanket over himself. His dark eyes were gentle and steady as he looked at Chu Waning on the bed.

Chu Wanning: “Hmm.”

Seeing Mo Ran’s “I’m very honest” look, Chu Wanning was also relieved. He put on an “I’m very cold and aloof” face and casually put down the bed curtain and lay down.

However, Mo Ran sat up again.

“What are you doing?”

“Turn off the lights.”

The man got up and blew out the candles.

The room fell into silence. The master and disciple lay on the bed, each with their own thoughts. They looked at the begonia flowers and butterflies faintly lit in the endless night.

“Shizun.”

“What’s wrong? Are you still not going to sleep? ”

“I’m going to sleep.” Mo Ran’s voice was very gentle. In the night, it was especially soft. “I just suddenly wanted to tell you something.”

Chu Wanning pursed his lips. Although his heart was not as fast as when he guessed blindly the first time, he still could not help but feel his throat go dry.

“I wanted to say … Shizun, you don’t have to be so reserved when you sleep. You always sleep in a corner.”

There was a hint of a smile in his voice. It was low, but very pleasant to hear.

Chu Wanning: “… I’m used to it.”

“Why?”

“The room is always too messy. Previously, when I flipped over and fell down, I was cut by a file on the floor.”

Mo Ran heard this and did not speak for a long time.

Chu Wanning waited. When there was no movement, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Mo Ran said, but his voice seemed to be closer. Chu Wanning turned his head. Through the soft and fuzzy curtain, he saw him pull the mattress closer to him with the help of the fluorescent light from the begonia flowers and butterflies.

Mo Ran lay down again and said with a smile, “When I’m here, Shizun doesn’t have to worry. You won’t get cut when you fall.”

He paused, then said seemingly casually, “I’m here.”

“… …”

After a while, Mo Ran heard the person on the bed snort softly and say faintly, “The flesh on your arm is so hard. If you hit it, it won’t be much better than a file.”

Mo Ran laughed, “There’s something even harder. Shizun hasn’t seen it yet.”

He originally wanted to say the muscles on his chest, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that this sentence was filled with a strong smell of blood. He was stunned and hurriedly said,

“That’s not what I meant.”

Chu Wanning was already silent and awkward when he heard the first sentence. When he heard the second sentence, the atmosphere between the two of them sank even deeper into the abyss.

Of course he knew that Mo Ran had something even harder and hotter. It was even more chilling than the handle of the mecha he made himself. Putting aside that damn cultivator ranking list, he himself had unintentionally felt it through his clothes. It was a kind of terrifying passion that made one’s whole body tremble and numb.

Chu Wanning said impatiently, “Sleep.”

“… … Yes.”

But how could he sleep?

The lava of love was tormenting the two of them, licking their chests that were so hot that they were cracking. The room was too quiet. They could hear each other’s weak breathing, hear each other tossing and turning in bed.

Mo Ran put his hands behind his head and opened his eyes, looking at the fiery red butterflies fluttering all over the room. A spirit butterfly fluttered down and stopped on the bed curtains, covering the curtain with a gentle, thin red.

In this kind of silence, Mo Ran suddenly remembered something — —

Back then at the Jincheng Lake, the person who saved him from the Heart-Picking Willow’s nightmare had vaguely said something in his ear.

At that moment, his divine sense was blurred. He wasn’t sure whether those words were his imagination or not. But now that he thought about it, he suddenly felt that maybe he didn’t hear wrong.

Maybe it was true.

At that time, he heard Chu Wanning say, “I like you too.”

Mo Ran’s heart beat faster and faster. Some minor details that he didn’t notice in the past sprouted and sprouted at this moment, turning into fresh and tender leaves. Then, nourished by his wolfish ambition, they grew into a lush tree that reached the sky.

His head buzzed and his vision was dizzy. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong …

“I like you too.”

“I like you too …”

If he really misheard those words back then, if Chu Wanning didn’t say that, then why was Chu Wanning unwilling to admit that he was the one who saved him after the nightmare at the Jincheng Lake woke up?

Unless he didn’t mishear!

Unless Chu Wanning really said — —

Mo Ran sat up abruptly. He was so excited that he couldn’t control himself. He said hoarsely, “Shizun!”

“… …”

Even though the person behind the curtain didn’t move, Mo Ran still asked, “Today, when I was washing clothes, I picked up something, is it …”

It was very quiet behind the curtain.

“Do you know what it is?” When the words came to his mouth, he suddenly became timid. He actually asked Chu Wanning so stupidly.

The other didn’t answer for a long time.

Mo Ran hesitated, his eyes wet and dark. “Shizun, are you still awake?”

“Did you hear me … …”

On the bed covered by the curtain, Chu Wanning didn’t move anymore. It seemed that he had really fallen asleep. Mo Ran waited for a long time. He was unwilling to give up. Several times he reached out to open the curtain, but he froze.

“Shizun.”

He muttered, lying down again.

His voice was very soft.

“Pay attention to me.”

Of course, Chu Wanning wouldn’t pay attention to him.

His entire being was in chaos, and the clear mind that he had always prided himself on was now filled with a cloud of smoke. He lay on the bed, staring at the dark curtains with his eyes open. He thought slowly and stiffly: What does Mo Ran want to do?

He thought a lot, made all kinds of outrageous guesses, but he didn’t dare to guess the most obvious answer. He didn’t dare to guess that Mo Ran also liked him.

It was like a hungry person who had obtained a piece of fragrant and crispy meat pie. Because it was not easy to obtain, they especially cherished it. Therefore, they ate up the outer layer of the pie, but could not bear to eat the last remaining meat filling for a long time.

Chu Wanning listened to the gentle and anxious murmur of the person outside the curtain.

He quietly pulled the quilt up, covering his chin, mouth and nose, only revealing a pair of bright eyes.

Then he covered his eyes as well, hiding his whole body under the quilt.

Of course he heard it, but he didn’t know how to answer — —

His heart pounded, and his palms were sweaty.

He had a sense of being forced into a dead end. He hated that he couldn’t sit up and roar, “Yes, I f * * king hid that brocade pouch. I like you. Are you satisfied? Get out of here, don’t ask anymore. Go to sleep!”

He was tormented and nervous. His heart was itching.

“Shizun?”

“… …”

“Is he really asleep … …”

After a while, Chu Wanning heard Mo Ran sigh softly.

He covered his head with the quilt. In the darkness, he felt dejected and his heart palpitated, nervous and sweet. He had mixed feelings, sour, bitter, and sweet. He told himself to be calm, but in the end his cheeks burned. He couldn’t help but secretly kick the quilt.