Don't Forget Everything

Wei Chuyue held the knife in one hand and the incense material in the other. He didn't move either hand, and his whole body was motionless, as if someone had acupuncture points on him. He lowered his eyes, as if his thoughts were still in a dream.

In the dream, Han Muchuan kissed him affectionately, as if tender and lingering, but also as if eager to confuse, as if many dreams overlapped together, Han Muchuan's breath, the heat on his body, the greedy kiss, scattered like small flames The flames ignited and turned into a prairie fire. Han Muchuan called him "Ayue" twice in a low voice, and Wei Chuyue's reason was burned to the ground.

Wei Chuyue turned around and hooked Han Muchuan's neck, clung to him tightly, and responded to his kiss...

"Crack!" The knife in Wei Chuyue's hand fell on the case, and Wei Chuyue trembled in shock. He must be crazy, didn't he think it over slowly, and think it through carefully?Why is it so easy to forget about it, and it seems to be cheap to post it again?

Wei Chuyue was so angry that his hands shook, he couldn't pick up the knife, so he flicked it away angrily and flew it away.He leaned on the table, breaking off the crumbs of the incense.

"What's wrong?" Han Muchuan came in with a bowl of porridge and a few dishes of side dishes, and picked up the knife that fell on the ground, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Wei Chuyue didn't want to see him, so he buried his head in his arms.

Han Muchuan put down the things in his hand, approached, and asked again: "Are you angry with me?"

"..."

"Does it hurt?"

"..."

If Wei Chuyue didn't speak, he must be angry and hurt.

Han Muchuan pulled Wei Chuyue up with one arm, put the other hand under his knee, and hugged him up.

"What are you doing!" Wei Chu was more startled and cried out with a hoarse voice.

"Go and lie down."

"Don't! Let go!" Wei Chuyue was like a fish that had just been scooped up from the shore, struggling and thrashing, Han Muchuan almost couldn't hold him.

"Ayue, don't make trouble." Han Muchuan quickly carried him to the bed, and took off Wei Chuyue's shoes.

Last night, when Wei Chuyue woke up to receive letters, he didn't bother to wear shoes and socks, and was barefoot. Han Muchuan said that he was afraid that he would catch a cold. Wei Chuyue smiled, stepped on Han Muchuan's instep and kissed him.

Wei Chuyue couldn't remember why he responded to Han Muchuan's kiss in the first place, maybe it was because the night was too dark and he was too sleepy, so he liked that kiss a little bit?

Until Han Muchuan wrapped his arms around Wei Chuyue's back, lifted him up forcefully, hugged him to the bed, and gently pressed him down, Wei Chuyue felt that something was wrong, but he no longer cared about anything else, and obeyed his own Heart.

Han Muchuan pinched his ankle with one hand, caressed his calf, and rubbed it up a little bit, while kissing him reluctantly, the other hand deftly took off the clothes on his body, as if taking off the red hijab of a bride, The anticipation and love in my heart were boiling uncontrollably.

"Where did you learn it?" Wei Chuyue's eyes faintly reflected the light of the oil lamp, flickering and shining brightly.

"I was injured when I first entered the Central Plains, and the inn didn't dare to keep me. The kind sister recruited by Hongxiu took me in for two months to let me recuperate."

"Oh... Could it be that you are so handsome, so you still want to post you?"

"It's just my eyes and ears. I don't like that kind of place, but they are all excellent girls. I just feel pitiful for them."

"You decided to be a monk at the age of 16?"

Han Muchuan kissed Wei Chuyue's lips, his cheeks, ear pinnae, nose bridge, eyebrow tip, neck side, heart...

"It's because I haven't met anyone who enlightened me."

Wei Chuyue pushed Han Muchuan, leaned back, and was half an arm away from Han Muchuan: "Maybe I haven't met him yet, if you go to two more temples, there will always be a bodhisattva who can enlighten you..."

Han Muchuan took off his thin clothes, and there was a new scar on the center of his heart. It was Wei Chuyue's sword that he had received.

Han Muchuan hooked his knees and pulled him closer, and when he lowered, he kissed him.

Wei Chuyue not only did not hide, dodge, or push Han Muchuan away, but put his legs crossed and locked him.

When Wei Chuyue was a teenager, he often dreamed of Han Muchuan. When he was young, he was so dry that he felt uncomfortable. In the dream, he didn't know what he was going to look like. When he woke up, he was full of anger and felt even more uncomfortable. Until last night, he seemed to be the same as His appearance in the dream was completely opposite, and seemed to overlap completely, and he seemed to be even angrier.

Like this moment, when he woke up, he was very angry.

"Go down!" Wei Chuyue hurried away with a hoarse voice, hearing Han Muchuan's ears scratching his heart.

Han Muchuan reached out and touched his Adam's apple, with a smile hidden in his eyes, he asked, "Why does your throat hurt? Did you catch a cold?"

Wei Chuyue clenched his teeth and stared at Han Muchuan, is this person teasing him? !

"You didn't sleep well last night, let's lie down for a while longer." Han Muchuan's hand pinched Wei Chuyue's ankle again, as if pinching his vitals, causing Wei Chuyue's body to freeze.

Han Muchuan pulled the quilt to cover both of them, and hugged Wei Chuyue gently, as if he was careful not to hurt him.

"Get out of here!"

Han Muchuan was lying on the inside, it was impossible for Wei Chuyue to kick him down.

Duofu came to knock on the door in the morning, and he saw the two of them in such a state. At that time, their clothes were still scattered on the ground. Duofu was so scared that he couldn't slow down for a while, and almost fainted from his breath.

Duofu usually didn't dare to disturb Wei Chuyue's sleep in the early morning, but the people guarding outside Fan's mansion reported that Han Chongwen had bound Cai Jingshan and was going out of the city, so he was in a hurry to find Wei Chuyue.

He never expected that he would run into this kind of situation. He wished he could put his own eyes on the spot, so that Wei Chuyue would not find him in the future and try to kill him.

Duofu turned around and finished what he wanted to say without panting, and fled immediately.

Covered in the quilt, Wei Chuyue said bitterly, "Why are you still here!"

"...Do you want me to leave after finishing?"

"I...you!" Wei Chuyue couldn't cry, he wanted to scold Han Muchuan, but why?It was he who seduced people and caused disaster, because he wanted to keep people, and he wanted to taste the taste that he couldn't remember clearly in his dreams.

Up to now, the sun is rising, Wei Chu is getting more and more sober, and he can't even find a decent excuse. He is not drinking, not drunk, extremely sober, but extremely out of control.

"Ayue, are you still angry with me?" Han Muchuan put his arms around Wei Chuyue and said softly, "I'm sorry, I promised to give you time, but I couldn't help being impulsive, but don't be angry anymore, okay?"

Wei Chuyue was so angry that he almost cried himself. He was angry with Han Muchuan, and even more angry that he was crazy. Why did he want to seduce him?He just couldn't bear it!Now that it is like this, how can he say decisive words to Han Muchuan?What reserve is he trying to pretend?What prudence?

Three years ago, he was wrong because he was impatient. He thought that there was no need to plan for emotional matters, and he just relied on sincerity, but he scared people away, broke his heart all over the ground, and had to pick them up piece by piece and stick them back.

He felt sorry for himself, and also thought about Han Muchuan's hatred.

Three years later, he repeatedly warned himself not to be stupid again, not to make the same mistakes, to persevere a little longer, and wait for Han Muchuan to be firmer, but he just couldn't help it. Just a few "A Yue", he didn't care about anything!Even...even a whole night of distracted love...it's too late to regret.

"Ah Yue, why don't you speak?"

Wei Chuyue closed his eyes tightly, and turned sideways: "Don't disturb me."

Han Muchuan laughed silently. He felt very happy watching Wei Chuyue play his temper. The happiness that lasted from the night seemed to be full of water accumulated in the lake. There is a sweet aroma in the air.

"Does it still hurt?"

"nonsense!"

All this is completely different from what Wei Chuyue thought!When Han Muchuan conjured up the small pot of wound medicine Yulu Ointment like a magic trick, Wei Chuyue was shocked: "Where did you find it?!"

"I just took it by hand. This medicine is gentle and moist, which is suitable for use."

This medicine was made by Wei Chuyue himself, of course he knew, but Han Muchuan didn't ask for it before, and then he threw it away and forgot about it.

"Where is it easy! Uh..."

Han Muchuan didn't let Wei Chuyue hide at all, and locked him firmly within a square inch. At this time, not only Han Muchuan couldn't bear it, but even Wei Chuyue himself couldn't bear it, but no matter how careful Han Muchuan was, Wei Chuyue's pain was inevitable.

The whole night was muddled and clear, Wei Chuyue didn't have to think about it, it was clearly in his mind, he seemed to be able to feel his involuntary trembling and panting at this moment, and his ears couldn't help burning again.

"A Yue, open up a bit, don't you feel bored?"

Wei Chuyue pulled his quilt, Wei Chuyue didn't let go, he didn't want to see Han Muchuan now, he had to take care of himself.

Han Muchuan's sigh was so soft that it seemed that Wei Chuyue couldn't hear him.He patted Wei Chuyue's shoulder lightly, coaxing Wei Chuyue like a child: "Do you want some porridge?"

Wei Chuyue still ignored him.

Han Muchuan had no choice but to sit at the end of the bed, leaving some space for Wei Chuyue, and began to talk about serious things: "Uncle Lin asked Song Yilin to chase after Han Chongwen, and he only followed from a distance, not getting close. With Song Yilin's skills, self-protection should be no problem, but If you start a fight with Han Chongwen, it's hard to guarantee that you won't lose money. He Xuan and Feng Jin's whereabouts are still unknown at this moment..."

Wei Chuyue lifted the quilt, sat up, frowned, changed his posture, and asked, "Why did you let Brother Song go alone? Where's Xia Yuan?"

Han Muchuan looked at Wei Chuyue with a smile on his face.

"You lied to me? How could Uncle Lin let Brother Song go alone, and Xia Yuan went with him." Wei Chuyue rolled his eyes, why did this person suddenly become dishonest?Still lied to him.But after thinking about it again, Han Muchuan never said that Song Yilin went there alone.

"Do not worry."

"How's Fan Mansion? Guo Mengying hasn't returned to Baibi Villa yet?"

"Haven't left yet. Fan Rong booked to open his shop in Biancheng five days later. It's an auspicious day, and Guo Mengying will stay."

Miss Guo of Baibi Mountain Villa is a well-known beauty. The first day Fan's shop opened, Miss Guo was invited to support the facade. The business should be booming, and the idea is good.

Wei Chuyue didn't take Guo Shi seriously, but Guo Mengying always made him feel uncomfortable, so he couldn't help but pay more attention.

Han Muchuan brought the porridge and side dishes to the bedside, and held them in front of Wei Chuyue, looking like he was going to feed him himself.

Wei Chuyue couldn't stand this, so he took the bowl by himself: "I'll eat it myself. You can go."

"A Yue, why did you drive me away again? Didn't you agree to let me stay?"

"...Heh..." Wei Chuyue snorted, it was his fault, he didn't make it clear, did he agree to keep Han Muchuan, stay in Wuwangzhai or stay in his own room?

Wei Chuyue drank two mouthfuls of porridge, but it was tasteless, so he put it down.

Han Muchuan handed Wei Chuyue a sweet date, Wei Chuyue didn't want to reach out to take it, Han Muchuan grabbed Wei Chuyue with his backhand, leaned forward and ate the sweet date in Wei Chuyue's hand.

"You...you can't eat by yourself..."

Han Muchuan laughed, moved closer to Wei Chuyue, and fed him the sweet dates.

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-Master, aren't you silly?

- what did i say wrong

- no, you are right...