The Protagonist Just Wants To Falling In Love - Chap 921
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The group of people had been traveling for a long time. On the day they returned to the sect, as soon as the spaceship landed, many disciples gathered around them, wanting to hear what they were doing outside.
Bian Miao was the best at telling stories. She had a smile on her face and told everyone not to worry. Chu Hui and Jiang Chaoyun also had several disciples around them.
The only place with fewer people was around Ling Yugeng. Chu Shun followed him and was distracted listening to him and the elders talking about their trip.
”Not bad.” The elder looked at Chu Shun, stroked his beard and smiled, “You don’t have to be ranked, so don’t be too sad. Our Hehuan Sect has always just joined in the fun.” “That’s what the elder said.”
Chu Shun said, ” The disciple will practice diligently.”
Elder: “…?”
He thought about what he just said, but he didn’t mean it.
”Let’s not talk about the past.” Ling Yugeng said.
”Okay, everyone is tired from this trip. We have prepared a dinner tonight. Let’s have a drink together. No need to be restrained.” The elder said cheerfully.
Ling Yugeng said: “I won’t go. I won’t enjoy everyone’s time.”
”How can this be good?”
Ling Yugeng raised his eyes and glanced at Elder Meng. Elder Meng guessed that he was uncomfortable somewhere in his body, so he stopped talking and interrupted. It’s past.
As night fell, the cold spring was filled with air-conditioning. Ling Yugeng immersed himself in it, his soaked clothes clinging to his body. He sank, then came out of the water and landed on the shore.
The Hehuan Sect was very lively tonight, which made Ling Yugeng’s palace even more deserted. He walked in the corridor, leaving a series of wet marks. When he arrived at the door of the palace, he opened the door and was stunned for a moment.
In the room, there was a person lying on the table, sleeping soundly, with a brush in his hand.
Ling Yugeng glanced at the sky and saw that it was not yet midnight.
He walked to Chu Shun, stood beside him and looked at the words he wrote. It had become a small ink dot, and it was difficult to see what was originally written.
Maybe the cold air on his body hit Chu Shun. Chu Shun groaned, opened his eyes, and called out “Master” in a hoarse voice.
”What are you doing here?”
”Practice calligraphy.” Chu Shun took out the rice paper, saw the ink dots, and covered it with his backhand.
”Why don’t you go to the dinner party?”
”Master, why don’t you go?”
”I’m going, everyone…”
”Master, don’t use the excuses to excuse Elder Meng.” Chu Shun raised his eyes and looked at him with clear black eyes. .
Ling Yugeng sat at the table, “I’m not feeling well.”
Seeing Chu Shun frown slightly, he said: “It’s a small matter, don’t worry.” Chu Shun
stood up, went to the side of the table, poured a cup of tea with his back to Ling Yugeng, and handed it to Ling Yugeng. When it was in Ling Yugeng’s hands, “Master, please have a cup of hot tea.”
He drank the tea and said, “I’m going to change my clothes.”
Today is the last night. Both of them knew what would happen later. Chu Shun sat at the table. , practicing calligraphy over and over again, Ling Yugeng changed his clothes and came out, stood beside him and watched, occasionally reaching out to point.
Until there was a “click” and the brush fell on the table.
The rice paper was stained with jet-black ink spots, and the blooming coquettish lotus exuded scorching heat.
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After the night, the two of them returned to the position of master and disciple in a tacit understanding.
Nothing seems to have changed, and everything seems to be different.
When Ling Yugeng was instructing Chu Shun in sword practice, whenever he touched his hand, he would always pause for a moment, and Chu Shun’s body would stiffen.
The memory of the body seems to still remain.
After returning from the sect competition, not long after Ling Yugeng meditated to refine the demonic energy in his body, Chu Shun accepted a task from the sect and had to go out for about half a month. For Chu Shun, the experience was something he was used to.
”Master.” “Chu Shun”‘s arms wrapped around Ling Yugeng’s back.
Surrounded by Ling Yugeng’s palace, smoke was rising from the incense burner. “Chu Shun” swept his lips across Ling Yugeng’s earlobe, took a gentle bite, and licked the place he had bitten with the tip of his tongue.
The same behavior as Chu Shun.
Even because of this scene, the picture becomes more real, making it difficult to tell whether it is a dream or reality.
In the past few days, Ling Yugeng had refined many inner demons, but this inner demon remained unchanged, and every dream was extremely fragrant.
”Master, it’s time.” “Chu Shun” said in his ear, “Master, help me…”
Ling Yugeng turned over and pressed him under him. He licked his red lips, his clear eyes With wetness, he looked straight at Ling Yugeng.
The man lowered his head, Chu Shun raised his neck, and the next moment, his earlobe suddenly hurt.
”Does it hurt?” the man asked.
”It hurts, Master, please hurt me…”
”If it hurts, just remember it better.”
Elsewhere, in the inn room, Chu Shun turned over, opened his eyes with fluttering eyelashes, and raised his hand to rub his earlobe. He sat up from the bed and looked at the thin quilt under him.
He often dreams about men.
It was probably when he was sixteen or seventeen years old, most frequently, but less frequently later on. His face was often not so clear in his dreams. The first time I dreamed of his face clearly was after three years of experience. The night I parted ways with Ling Yugeng.
Is it really…a dream?
Chu Shun took out the red brocade bag from under the pillow, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently.
——The
inner demons are getting worse.
Ling Yugeng felt like he was like a piece of paper, being corroded and burned by the flames. Sooner or later, he would be burned up by the hot flames.
He told no one about this.
Elder Meng brought him some medicine, but it was of no use at all, and the cold water from the cold spring could not penetrate his dirty heart.
In August, Chu Shun came back but did not see Ling Yugeng. On that mid-autumn day, Ling Yugeng came out of the cold spring. It was drizzling. He did not set up a barrier, and the rain fell on him.
