Chapter 177: Master is sleeping
Chu Xiaoning had not closed her eyes for two days, and she slept very hard. The action of ink burning was soft, so when he was lying in the warmth of his arms and was taken to bed, he was still not disturbed.
The smoldering put him in the middle of the bed, his hands on his neck, resting on the pillow, and then covering him with a quilt.
After doing all this, he did not leave, only obsessively staring at the face, from the dark eyebrows, one inch and one inch down, to the thin lips.
good looking.
His master, his lateness, how can it look so good.
It’s good to see death, so I can see that I’m so soft and my body is hard.
His scalp was slightly numb, and his temper was pulling his neck. He knew that it was wrong, but Chu’s face was close to his face, and his faint sea bream was like a lot of soft fingers. His cloaked seduce, seduce him naked, and went to the hotbed.
Perhaps it is because the blood flowing in the ink-burning blood vessels is like a river tide, or maybe the heart can't stop, but perhaps his eyes are too hot, and he wakes up the sleeping people.
In short, Chu night Ning opened his eyes and suddenly woke up.
"..."
For a time, no one made a sound, and the ink burned in the same place. Chu nightning turned from a faint moment to a horror, and a pair of phoenix eyes smashed, and it was hard to burn on the ink.
Chu night Ning suddenly warned: "What are you doing?"
The look of the handsome young and powerful man's face is difficult to teach people to see clearly. He slowly leaned down and bowed down, and he won't dare to move.
"you--"
The closer you are.
The heart beats.
"Hey."
The bed was soft, and the light around it was dark, and it fell into a more awkward atmosphere.
The ink burned down and tightened the bed, straightened up, sitting at the bedside.
He looked down at Chu Yuning lying in bed, his voice was low: "I saw the master sleep, I wanted to help you put the bed down, I didn't think, I still woke you up."
Chu nightning did not make a sound, leaning on the pillow, slightly over the head, looking at him.
The dark yellow crepe that had just been loosened from the head of the bed was swaying after the ink burned, and the candlelight outside became so blurry, like the condensation of water on the winter window. Too dark, the young man's handsome face can hardly be clear, only one eye in the night is burning and bright, like a broken star.
The ink burned suddenly called him: "Master."
"Ok?"
"There is something, I want to ask you."
"..."
Through the darkness, the courage of being an apprentice seems to be getting bigger.
Chu nightning is very tight inside, heart: Does he want to ask that kit?
He was not shocked on the surface, but the waves in his chest surged.
——Is it sleepy at this time, is it still too late?
Ink burning: "Where am I sleeping?"
Chu nightning: "..............."
So busy and tangled for most of the night, this night, the ink burned or hit the floor shop -
"The bed is too small." He actually regretted it after he had just asked him, and his **** body had just eaten the body of the marrow, but it is better not to fall asleep with Chu. He can’t know how terrible a man’s desire can be.
"I still sleep."
"...How many beds are there?"
"There is a bed."
"It won't be cold."
"No, I will lay more straw."
When the ink burned, he went outside to take the straw, took a bunch of it back, and laid it on the ground. Chu nightning was so tossed by him, and for the time being, he didn’t sleep. He leaned his head and leaned his head, squatting on the bed with one hand, silently humming the man, and giving himself a quick thunder. A single couch has been laid.
"..."
"Sleep, the teacher respects the dream."
The man lay down in his clothes and pulled himself on the quilt. A pair of dark eyes looked at the night of the bed gently and steadily.
Chu nightning: "Well."
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As a result, the ink burned and sat up again.
"What?"
"Lights out."
The man got up and blew out the candle.
The room was immersed in silence, and there were two men and women who were worried about the things under the bed, looking at the brightly blooming Begonia flowers and butterflies in a long night.
"Master."
"What happened? You still can't sleep?"
"Sleep." The sound of the ink is very mild. In the night, it is especially soft. "Just suddenly want to tell you something."
Chu night Ning licked his lips, although there was no such thing as the first time when he guessed, the heartbeat was fierce, but he still couldn’t help but dry his throat.
"I want to say... the master sleeps, don't have to be so cautious, always sleep in a corner."
There was a smile in his voice, low, but very nice.
Chu nightning: "...I am used to it."
"why?"
“The room was always too messy. Before I fell over and fell, I was scratched by the sickle on the floor.”
The ink burned, and it didn't make a sound for a long time.
Chu nightning waited, no movement, he asked: "What happened?"
"No." The ink burned, but his voice seemed to be closer. Chu Yuning turned his head and crossed the curtain. Through the blurry and soft curtain, he saw that he had pulled the ground closer to himself by the fluorescence of the sea otter and the butterfly.
The ink burned down again and smiled and said: "When I am there, the Master does not have to worry, it will not be tied when it falls."
He paused and seemed to say casually: "I have it."
"..."
After a while, the man who heard the ink on the bed snorted softly and said: "The meat on your arm is so hard that you have to get it, not necessarily much better than a sickle."
The ink burned: "There is still harder, and the Master does not see it."
What he originally wanted to say was the chest muscles, but when the voice did not fall, he suddenly realized the thick smell in the sentence. I’m stunned and busy:
"That is not what i mean."
Chu Jingning originally listened to the first sentence and was very silent and embarrassed. When I heard the second sentence, the atmosphere between the two people was incurable and fell to the abyss.
Of course, he knows that there is a harder and hotter blade in the ink burning. It is more chilling than the son's knives that make mech, and I don’t say that I’ve seen the ghost’s comprehension. He is also wearing his own clothes. I have no intention of feeling it. It was a terrible enthusiasm that was trembling and numb.
Chu night Ning Jiao said: "Sleep."
"……Ok."
But how can I sleep?
The lava of love and love is smashing the two of them, licking the heat to the split chest. The room was too quiet, I could hear the weak breathing of the other side, and I could hear the movement of the toe and the reverse.
The ink-burning handle was placed behind the head, squinting, looking at the red-hot butterfly flying in the room. A nymph fell silently and stopped on the bed bill, and the curtain was a gentle red.
In such a quiet silence, the ink burned up and remembered one thing -
In Jin Chengchi, the person who rescued himself from the topping of Liu Mengyu faintly said a word in his ear.
At that moment, the knowledge was vague, and he was not sure whether the sentence was his own illusion. But now I want to come, but suddenly I feel that it may not be wrong.
Maybe it is true.
He heard Chu Xiaoning at that time and said: "I like you too."
The heartbeat of the ink burned faster and faster. In the past, some of the fine details that had not been noticed sprouted at this moment, turned out the fresh leaves, and then nourished by his wolf ambition, and grew into a prosperous tree.
He sizzled in his head, and his eyes were dizzy. The more he thought, the more he felt wrong...
"I like you too."
I like you too……
If this sentence was really wrong, if Chu had never said it, why did he not want to admit that the person who saved him was himself after Jin Chengchi’s dream?
Unless he has not heard it wrong!
Unless Chu Xiaoning really said it at the time -
The ink burned and slammed up, and it was so excited that it was hard to suppress himself. He said: "Master!"
"..."
Rao is the person in the curtain, there is no movement, and the ink burns or asks: "I am picking up something when I wash my clothes today, is..."
The curtain is very quiet inside.
"Do you know, what is it?" When the words came to his lips, suddenly he was in love. He was so stupid to ask Chu Yuning.
The other party has not promised for a long time.
The ink burned and hesitated, his eyes were moist and dark: "Master, are you still awake?"
"Have you heard me talking..."
On the bed where Luo Wei was lightly covered, there was no movement in the night, and it seemed that he was really asleep. The ink burned for a long time, not reconciled, and several times I reached out and tried to open the curtain, but it was frozen.
"Master."
He groaned and lay down again.
The sound is very light and somewhat soft.
"You reason about me."
Chu nightning certainly will not care about him.
His whole person is chaotic, and the clear-minded mind that has always made him proud has risen. He was lying on the bed, squinting at the dark creases, thinking slowly and stiffly: What do you want to do?
He thought a lot and made all kinds of incredible speculations. He didn't dare to guess the most obvious answer. He didn't dare to guess the ink and love him.
This is like a hungry person who has a fragrant and crispy patties. Because it is hard to come by, it is especially cherished, so the outer layer of the cake is lighted, but the last remaining meat stuff is half-day reluctant to go down. mouth.
Chu nightning listened to the gentleman who was outside the account, but with an anxious whisper.
Quietly pull the quilt up, cover the chin, nose and mouth, only revealing a pair of bright eyes.
Then he covered his eyes and the whole person hid inside the quilt.
He certainly heard it, but he didn't know what to answer -
The heart beats and the palms are sweaty.
He has a sense of embarrassment that has been forced to a dead end. He hates to sit up and scream and scream: "Yes, my mother is hiding the kit. I like you to be satisfied. Let's not sleep!"
He was awkward and embarrassed, and his heart itched badly.
"Master?"
"..."
"Is it really asleep..."
After a while, Chu nightning heard a sigh of softness.
He was quilted, in the darkness, he was mournful and heart-wrenching, nervous and sweet, five flavors, miso, bitter and sweet, he secretly persuaded himself to calm, but his cheeks were hot. I couldn't help but stole a quilt.