Chapter 238： I have an aura

Mo Fan is a little bit lost, but why would n’t he be able to see, "Unhappy?"

Mo Fan pulled his finger, "Master left me in the bathroom alone."

Explaining that he paused with his hands, he said, "Xiao Fan has grown up and should learn to live alone."

No wonder he has been reluctant to take care of the children, which has made him what he is today.

"Will the master leave me?" Mo Fan was startled, raising his small face anxiously.

Bail's hand rested on Mo Fan's back, soothing, "Don't think about it, Master won't leave you."

"Why did the master say that I want to learn to live alone?" Mo Fan still stared at Bai Shi's face.

Explained, "Master means that you learn to take care of your own life."

Mo Fan's face was clearly relieved, and he said pitifully, "Is the master unwilling to take care of me?"

"Xiao Fan has grown up." Xi Shi just said this.

"Then I would rather not grow up." Mo Fan answered without thinking.

Biao Shi didn't say anything. Wipe the water droplets from the teenager's hair and dry it by the flint.

"One thing Master forgot to teach you."

Mo Fan looked at him in doubt.

Explaining calmly the physical changes of the teenager, she saw Mo Fan's face froze and added the sentence, "This is a normal phenomenon, Xiao Fan need not worry."

Interpretation seems to just tell this to Mo Fan as a lesson. Only he knows how distressed he is.

The long-term impassiveness made him cover his emotions well, calmly not as if he was talking about the private affairs of young people. For this reason, most of Mo Fan's uncomfortable face went.

Mo Fan thought that he could not sleep in the same bed and share a bath with him, and said, "I don't want it to be impossible?"

Interpretation did not understand.

"I don't want it, will Master fall asleep with me?"

Mo Fan looked at him innocently and explained what he understood.

"Funny." Bishiu scolded softly.

"Why is it nonsense? I like Master and want to be with Master." Mo Fan hurriedly explained.

Seeing Mo Fan like this, he couldn't hold back. "Have Xiao Fan ever seen a boy who grew up sleeping with his mother?"

"But Master is not my mother." The male and female defended, Master just told him, but Master is not a woman. What's wrong with sleeping together?

I do n’t know how to explain, but I repeated, “Xiao Fan, you have to learn to be independent.”

Mo Fan pouted.

The conversation was gone.

When eating, Mo Fan was unhappy and didn't eat much. Xi Shi glanced at the food that Mo Fan did not move, and said, "Can't eat?"

"I do not want to eat."

The bulging look was as if waiting for him to coax every time they had a conflict.

He sighed in an unheard of way, secretly wondering if he was too impatient and did not give the child a little buffer time.

"You must not eat rice."

"But I'm not happy. I just have no appetite."

"It is Master who is so anxious, shall we take it slowly?" Almost immediately, he released the compromise. To the young man, he is always indifferent.

Mo Fan's eyes lit up, "The master is still sleeping with me!"

"Ok."

Mo Fan was happy and didn't abuse his stomach, grinning and eating.

The lip line was softened, and even though the face was still expressionless, the corners of the mouth rose a little beyond the naked eye.

*******

The interpreter said that he was anxious, and then he really started to progress gradually.

Waking up in the morning, Mo Fan naturally saw his release at the bed, and naturally stretched out his hand. Bail releases the person and leans half against the bed.

"Xiao Fan has to learn to dress himself."

Mo Fan pursed his lips and thought of the agreement reached yesterday, even if he did not want to, he still took the clothes from the other side.

After watching it for so long, he is not really unable to wear it, but in the process, it is inevitable that he will be messy.

After tying the belt again, Shibu took over and said, "Master teaches you."

Bai Shi realized once again that she was too fond of Mo Fan. Thirteen-year-olds stumbled in their clothes.

Turning to the thought, the young master of the rich and wealthy is also the same, calm down again.

With his wealth, wouldn't it be a breeze to raise a delicate master? But Mo Fan is not a man who wants to become a magician.

Hundreds of thousands of fingers have been used to flex the dark knot of the leash. In the process, she explained in detail, and from time to time slow-motion, let the teenagers look more carefully.

With Mo Fan's insight, he didn't need to say anything at all, but he did so.

Put the boy's outer clothes on each other, fasten the belt, relieve the wrinkles in the boy's clothes, and get up satisfactorily.

Biao Shi didn't notice that a blush appeared on the teenager's fair face. I thought it was the heat of the morning, which reddened the teenager's white tender cheek.

Mo Fan lowered her head and put on her socks. I even wore the socks several times because I was nervous.

"Xiao Fan is doing a good job." Bai Shi hesitated and praised him. For example, as a child, whenever Mo Fan achieved something, he would export encouragement.

Rarely did Mo Fan not immediately stick to it, and Yu Shi thought that the teenager understood his intentions and headed for the kitchen.

Mo Fan remembered the dream last night. The body of a young adult is unexpectedly sensitive, and his fingers released across his waist will produce a softness. If it was not restrained, he would be ugly in the face of parole.

It's not a good time to let the other party understand his mind.

Biao Shi has always taken care of him as a child, looking at flowers in the mist, and Mo Fan could understand that aspect for a while. If he is too much, with a keen sense of relief, how can he not notice his strangeness?

After having breakfast prepared for her release, Mo Fan took the other party to the outside and said that he would show the results of his recent studies.

In fact, when Mo Fan is practicing, Bu Shi is watching. He knows better than anyone, Mo Fan's progress now.

The teenager was wearing a thick layer of warm clothing and a slim and erect figure, so that he did not look bloated and ridiculous. Instead, he was more cute against the soft snow fox fur of the brim.

The young man standing in the snow and snow smiled brightly, and his flying eyebrows revealed a glimmer of glory. Ji Shi realized that the teenager was really grown up.

The delicate features are not fully opened, but they are clear. It has red lips and white teeth, white jade is flawless and beautiful.

The teenager looked around, and when he saw somewhere, his eyes brightened and he walked quickly. The falling snow shook away, revealing a verdant green plant under it.

The green plants that can grow on Xuefeng are obviously not ordinary weeds. Mo Fan took out a leaf indifferently and put it between her lips.

A clear whistle came up, and a little green bloomed under the teenager's feet. The shoots emerge from the grass and grow rapidly. As far as the calf, tender buds are exposed.

The whistle turned, and the flowers bloomed fragrantly. Birds came from afar and fell on the peach branches that spread all over the branches, cricketing, crisp and sweet.

At that moment, spring blossoms.

Mo Fan now needs tools to perform illusions. Unlike interpretation, with a little movement and eyes, one can easily make people fall into a sweet illusion.

The boy was standing among the flowers, and a light white shirt was blowing in the breeze, and he put a corner of his robe. The colorful butterflies lingered and sometimes fell on the teenager. The boy stretched out his hand and sighed at the butterfly wing that fell on his fingertips, and the butterfly flew away crookedly.

Xun releases herself into the illusion of juvenile organization, her cold and indifferent face in the vitality, also seems to be warm.

"Master, is it good-looking?" I wonder if the person is good-looking or good-looking.

A little flash of God's work, a shadow fell. The juvenile had already rushed to the front of the bailiff, and he was about to come over. Biao Shi naturally raised his hand to catch the boy's thin body and let the boy hang on him.

Mo Fan's legs crossed her waist, and her hands climbed over each other's shoulders. The smile in her eyes overflowed.

The big palm of the bail holds the teenager's legs, and the hot temperature seems to penetrate the clothes.

"Come down." Xi Shi said sternly.

"No," said the young Jiao Jiao.

Release is a bit of a headache. I don't know how to form the habit, and the young man loves to pounce on him after he finishes his studies. He thought that the young man should have realized this morning.

"Isn't Master able to hold me anymore?" Mo Fan narrowed.

Interpretation is naturally not recognized. Although it is okay to show weakness in front of the teenager, there is a voice in his heart telling him that he must not admit it, otherwise it will be miserable in the future.

Such an idea came inexplicably, but the interpretation still complied with his own heart.

As soon as he released his eyes, a set of cases appeared behind the two. He stepped back and sat on the couch, and the teenager naturally sat on his lap.

Mo Fan rested his chin on the man's slightly hard shoulder. "Master, so tired."

He has limited mental ability now, creating such a large illusion that he has almost exhausted his internal mental ability.

In fact, you can depict the beauty in front of you without thinking, but there is no reality at this moment.

She released her hand and touched Mo Fan's back from top to bottom. Her mellow thoughts melted into Mo Fan's body from her palm, and her exhausted thoughts were reactivated by external stimuli.

"I don't want to do this in the future."

"I just want to make the Master happy." He did this before, and when he explained, he would have a little more emotion in his eyes.

"Master is not unhappy."

The low voice fell from the top of Mo Fan's hair, and the feeling of dullness in the left chest persisted. "But Master is no longer holding me."

Mo Fan hugged the other's arm tightly and said, "I like to hug Master, and I also like to hug me. The smell on Master's body is very good. As long as I am by Master, I will feel very comfortable and happy."

Explained, it was unexpected that teenagers were so dependent on themselves. More, but joy.

After all, there was no free-raising teenager.

(Is that true? Dear?)

Mo Fan depressed the vomit in her heart and continued to say with a pitiful voice, "Xiao Fan always felt that in front of Master, he never needs to grow up. Master, I understand, but I hope that in front of Master, I , Always a child. "

If you ca n’t get close, how can you make ambiguous? Make you aware of your mind? Mo Fan could not help rolling his eyes.

Progressively, there should be opportunities for progress.

Explaining for a long time, Mo Fan wondered, "Master?"

Xi Shi told herself in her heart that Xiaofan had grown up and needed personal space. But another voice in his head said to himself, Xiaofan grew up watching him himself, what's the matter? But in front of myself, not always.

Back in the room, Bu Shi was still the one who wanted to keep a distance from himself, Mo Fan could not help but feel discouraged.

Thinking about the appearance of a man screaming and rushing when he saw him, Mo Fan thought in his heart that he was used to the initiative of the man.

In the next few days, Bu Shi strictly adhered to the purpose of "keep the distance", and let Mo Fan do everything himself.

After taking a bath, Mo Fan came out of the bath room with a wet hair. Xi Shi sighed and didn't struggle anymore. Seeing the teenager consciously holding the cotton cloth and waiting for him to wipe his head, he took it fatefully.

Rub it, it should be okay? At least, the teenager has learned to take a bath by himself.

As everyone knows, in Mo Fan's often miserable voice, he has gradually softened his attitude.