Chapter 133： Master is the most pure-minded

At the time, the ink was drinking pear white, and suddenly felt that something had touched his leg. He subconsciously wanted to let it go, but before he could move, the feeling of touching was more obvious, and it was almost past him.

He was a little embarrassed and did not understand what happened. Until the teacher re-sit straight, he looked at the face of the fascinating brilliance and dyed thin red, and the look of his lips and low eyebrows seemed to have a heart, and the ink burned and reacted violently.

Just that is...?

"Cough and cough!!" The ink burned for a moment.

In his heart, the teacher has always been like a spring snow, a new moon, and can only be seen from a distance. Although he loves him very much, he can't die for him, but he rarely does anything to do with the love of the teacher, let alone put it into practice.

Can such a pure and innocent person, just in the ... touch him?

The idea really shocked the ink, because it was too intimidating, he shook his head like a rattle, and Chu was rather seen, frowning: "What happened to you?"

"Nothing!"

Still touch him in the face of the master! ……how is this possible? !

This is not like what the teacher will do...

The burning face is more complicated, not so much a surprise, but rather a shock.

He slowed down for a long time, and heard the teacher shouted warmly: "The chopsticks are dirty, the second child, please bother you to change a pair."

Xiao Er Ying Sheng came, and the voice went again. The ink burning heart turned to the side, and the face of the guru was clear and faint. The man’s eyes were still peaceful and his face was gentle. It seemed that the blushing and shyness that the ink was burning was an illusion. I felt that someone was licking myself, and the teacher lifted the peach eye a few inches, and with a smile that was utterly eclipsed, it fell on the ink.

"what happened?"

"Nothing, nothing."

The teacher said: "The chopsticks are not the place, just at your feet."

"Oh..." The ink burned and sighed, and my heart was slow. Sure enough, I think more. He was about to say a few words to the teacher to ease the atmosphere, but he saw that the teacher had turned his face away and got up to take the soup spoon and soup.

I was embarrassed by the idea of ​​ink burning, and said, "I will help you."

"No, I will come by myself."

When I talked about it, I rolled up my sleeves and took up Sansheng soup for myself.

The soup was burnt, and the position was close to the late night of Chu. It was far away from the teacher. I didn’t feel anything when I sat down, but he stood up and simmered. It’s very distinctive in the distance, he almost stretched out. The arm can reach the soup from the other end of the table.

One spoonful, two spoons, slow and reasonable.

Ink burning: "..."

The teacher looked at his uneasy eyes and did not speak. He just smiled and coveted himself.

The smoldering felt a little embarrassed. When the teacher finished, he asked if Chu would rather not, and Chu said that he would not, he would transfer the soup to the middle position, not too close to anyone, not too far, just Good location.

His mentor and his favorite people.

There should be no bias.

During the dinner, the teacher suddenly said: "A burning, you really have a lot of sensible things now, no longer the apprentice who would provoke the teacher to be angry. So there is one thing, today we are all three people, I want to tell you Aloud, I will say sorry to the teacher."

The ink burned him to see the solemnity he said, not to condense the god: "What?"

"Do you remember the first time I sent a copy of the hand to you?" Shi Yan said, "The bowl of hand is not what I did, I will never cover it, that is..."

The ink burned and laughed: "I thought it was something. It turned out to be this one, I already knew it."

"Ah, have you already..." The teacher stunned a little, and turned a big eye, and turned to look at the late night, who was drinking a good wine. "Is it told you?"

"No, I saw it before I went to the ghost world." The ink burned and said, suddenly Chu nightned down the wine cellar, coughed, and looked at him, his expression was very cold.

Mo-burning knows that his face is thin, naturally he is not willing to let others know his softness, so he said to the teacher: "In short, five years ago, I already understood the cause and effect, and said that the conversation was too long, or not. ”

The teacher nodded and said: "This is also good." And on the late night of Chu, "Master, you refused to copy the hand to Ah, and let me send it to him. I didn't think it was serious. But Later, I saw that the misunderstanding between you was getting deeper and deeper. I was very uncomfortable in my heart. I wanted to find a time to explain it to Ah, but I couldn’t open my mouth when I was in the mouth... In fact, I was also selfish at the time, I was In addition to the younger ones, the dying of life and death is also a good friend. I am afraid that he will know that his heart will be a little unpleasant, so..."

"It doesn't matter, it turns out that I won't let you say. What is wrong with you."

"But I didn't want to go, I felt that I had robbed the teacher's mind. Master, I can't help you." The teacher said, he lowered his eyes and asked, "A burning, I can't help you."

Ink burning has never been blamed for the teacher, although his initial good intentions to the teacher, the yin and yang is caused by a copy of the hand of Chu, but the warmth of the teacher is true, and the teacher is only According to the lateness of Chu’s late life, there is no intention to take care of it.

The ink burned: "No, no, don't care about this. How long has it been..."

He looked at the teacher under the light. This face was never seen in his previous life. Because in the last life, the teacher had already died at this time. Fang Hua was disappointing, but he was dying in the wind and became his life. Pain.

He didn't even have a chance to know, ah, the original teacher would live to be twenty-four years old, and it would be like this.

The figure is tall, his face is as white as jade, and a pair of peach eyes are full of spring water. It looks so gentle, I am afraid that it will be soft when it comes to life.

His tight, wrinkled heart slowly loosened, and he sighed and suddenly felt very happy, his heart was warm and steady.

Although I always feel that compared with the 19-year-old teacher, the twenty-four-year-old, there are some strangers, not as familiar as they used to be, perhaps because of this strangeness, they just gave birth to the "teachers will take the initiative." The idea of ​​touching his calf is simply ridiculous, but it seems that it will take a little longer, and I will gradually get used to it... As for the feelings, now I don’t want to force it any more, just let it go.

He has been wandering for five years, and the trail is hard to find. There have been several distresses, and I don’t know if it’s deliberate, but in short, the black hands behind the scenes have not been extended and have not been caught. Ink burning feels that the future will not be too peaceful, he can not be taken lightly.

The two people around him, even if they want to throw away their own lives, he must also protect them all the time.

The smoldering side temporarily put down the demons, but he did not know that the demons were never idle, let him go, but turned to another person.

Perhaps it was because I ate too much at night. After I went back to Chu, I soon got a little sleepy. He originally wanted to draw the new mechs drawings overnight, but only half of them were yawned. He stayed strong for a while, didn't hold it, and finally snorted and blinked his eyes. Even if the clothes didn't change, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Sleeping in the air, dreaming of a lot of messy things.

First of all, the "Spirit of the Year of the Compilation of the Age of Heroes", and then to the handsome and strong body seen in the wonderful sound pool.

In the candlelight, Chu nightning’s eyebrows wrinkled slightly, seemingly trying to get rid of such a dream of shamelessness, but he couldn’t help himself and gradually got deeper...

Then he did the dream he had done before.

The dying of life and death, the object is the heart of the human heart.

The thoroughly mature ink drizzle pinched his chin, his eyes were vicious and embarrassing, and he spoke with him filthy words.

He said: "You let me do it once, I will promise you the conditions."

This ink rain is not the same as the ink he saw. The look is crazy, the handsome face is very pale, and the skin is not the wheat color he has seen.

"You kneel down...sell me..."

The messy sentence came from the depths of the nightmare, and there seemed to be something in the skull that was about to break. It was about to break free from shackles and rushed to the night.

He felt chilling, but he was inexplicably excited.

In his dreams, he saw that the ink burned toward him, tearing his clothes, and the sound of his clothes and shattered had never been so clear. Then, the dream suddenly turned black, like sinking into the mud.

Like countless times before, this dream is broken here.

If it was before, after the dream was broken, he would sleep well and there would be no harassment overnight. But today I don't know why, after the end of this dream, the light shimmered slowly.

Chu night would rather see the things in front of him, but the new dreams are very vague, like a layer of water vapor. He couldn't figure out the surroundings, only he felt vaguely a large scarlet.

He can't see clearly, but the sense of smell and touch is gradually clear and even sensitive as the dream unfolds. Suddenly he felt an unspeakable **** desire and burning. He saw a strong body shaking in front of him and pressing on him. Chu was rather surprised, instinctively trying to struggle, but the body did not seem to be him. And belong to the dream of yourself.

He felt that he couldn't stop shaking. He could hear the man breathing heavily. The hot air spurted in his ear, and his lips touched his earrings from time to time, but he didn't kiss him.

He turned his head to the side, underneath it was a soft bed, shaking with the movements of the two, he could even smell the wild beggars of a fierce beast, and the bed seemed to be covered with hides. He wants to reach out and grab the scorpion in the sinking, but he has no strength.

The man is so fierce, so hard, it seems to tear his body, he heard the overflow of his throat, hoarse and muddy.

He shook his head desperately and wanted to break free, but the strength of that person was so large that he seemed to be able to break his bones in his hand. Chu nightning felt that the scalp was numb, and all of them were shaking in an unstoppable manner...

Perhaps this dream was too real and too tired. The next day, Chu nightning did not wake up until noon, and he woke up in bed, and he could not return to God for a long time. He turned his head and seemed to smell the smell of the animal skin in the dream, with the sweetness of the wild.

I can blink, and I am still lying on the red rosewood bed of red lotus water, everything is fine, no abnormalities.

Only...

Chu night, a stiff, slowly hangs over his eyes and looks down at himself.

"..."

For the sake of my heart, for many years, I have no intention of being pure-minded, and I have rarely had a physical reaction to the elders of Yu Heng. I found myself shameful in the morning... Bo...

Didn't the repairs of these years have been repaired in the dog's belly? !

And those dreams yesterday - what are those? How could he dream of the kind of scenes that are so bad! How come... How could this be?

Is it really just because I saw a smoldering body in the wonderful sound pool, and accidentally read the "silly" dirty book?

Chu nightning face is dark, his face buried in the palm of his hand, smashed a hand, and then lifted up, still black.

......

What happened to yourself?

I licked my lips and wanted to go to the cold spring lotus pond to soak a body and lower my heart's dry fire. However, the toe has not yet landed, and it has been felt that the enchantment of the Honglian otter has fluctuated.

Someone came in.

Chu nightning immediately changed color, and suddenly quilted the quilt to cover the lower body, the man walked fast, estimated that this is a light work, he heard the threshold "笃笃" rang twice.

"Master, have you got up?"

The same voice as the man in the dream. It’s just that the sound in this dream is even deeper and moister, soaking in infinite eroticism and enthusiasm.

The sound outside the door is peaceful and respectful, and even with a bit of anxiety, it is estimated that I saw that the night is so late, I have not yet woke up, and I am worried.

Chu nightning leaned on the bed, holding a quilt, listening to such a voice, the dream and the reality of the wall seems to be defeated, the lingering in the dream, the fierce impact, are lit up in the voice of the outside person Therefore, the tide of love surges, and the meaning is even more difficult.

He was about to lie down and sleep, and he heard the outside smoldering and said: "Master, you are not in the house? If you can, I will come in."

I am coming in...

Obviously it is unusual, and a simple sentence, but Chu night Ning suddenly thought of the man in the dream on his body, lips open, the male masculine heat almost burned him.

The man gasped and said, "Let's relax, I have to come in."

Chu’s face suddenly rose red, and the whole person sat on the bed in a dull manner, his clothes were messy, his heart was burning, his eyes seemed to be unwilling, but the shackles and unwillingness were like the gravel on the shoal, the winter cold fashion can Cold and sturdy, the people who don't dare to face up, but if the spring water begins to dissolve, the tides flow, these sharp teeth are all drowned in the soft and soft waves, where there is still a bit of fierceness.

He rarely had such a time of embarrassment, and he almost never had such a strong desire.

He stayed where he was, until the ink-burning door came in, and he reacted violently, waiting to sleep, but it was too late.

So when the ink burned into the door, I saw that Chu Ning was sitting on the bed, and the black ink was spread out. The face that looked like the sun was shining like a icy lake. The eyebrows and eyes of the man were very fierce. When I stared at myself, it was like a frost blade, and a few inches of cold light flowed out under the scabbard.

However, the end of the eye is thin red, so the cold light is dyed on the shackles, and the humiliation is entangled, as if who has just tortured him, and what he has done unspeakable to him, the sputum contains the suffocating and moist water color. .

The ink burned silently at him. This man was like the tender nucleus born in the thorns, which made him suddenly slow down his breathing. He only felt that the chest seemed to fall into a huge stone, and the huge waves that were overwhelming...

The author has something to say: Oh, there are several malicious brushing negative points in the text today, actively identifying for me what control I am, and enthusiastically gave me a nickname "Puzzle old and transparent", I am very strict with this title. Satisfied, thank you for scratching the scalp for the wonderful name that I came up with, how appropriate, local, poetic, and heartfelt, thank you, thank you, but I suggest that you better add a cheeky face. "Old transparency", why not, I think the eight words look more auspicious, of course, if you don't want to, you can also change to "hanging the sky paste to force the old and transparent" "Long Aotian paste for the old and transparent", hehe... Don't "step the fairy to make the old transparent"? I don’t know if the dog doesn’t mind borrowing his name from me...

After the initial stunned, I was a little excited. What should I do? Ah, my god, so shy, so nervous, um... I am not going to start looking for the most expensive hair stylist in the city, Tony, to give me a gray head, so as not to interview CCTV Spring Festival Evening during the New Year. It’s not good to look at my bird’s head? As well as the reporter’s interview with my acceptance speech, I have already thought about it. At the beginning, I would like to thank you for playing v, admiring tv, thanking the party and the country, thanking the reform and opening up, especially thanks to those children who have spared no effort in the winter months. Diligent, conscientious, even risking the completion of school operations, but also sacrificed spare time, holding 884 titanium mobile phone, small hands in the cold wind frozen red, chasing "gas is mad, you are old..." Cough, mistype, "Tian Xianjun pastes the old and transparent" text, brushing the negative points, just to identify her for her own control...

Say you don't directly identify whether I am a woman? Because I feel that according to your logic, I am not a woman or maybe I have the final say, probably the researchers have said the calculations, the hands

Cough, get down to business, thank you for helping me to get back the little friends. Actually, you don’t have to leave a message under the normal chapter. Really, really, really don’t have to work hard to make up the points, too much trouble~

Finally, thank you again for helping me to submit the administrator report processing, to help clean up the little cute in the comment area, what?

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