After wearing the book, I rely on sucking the big brother to continue my life

Maintaining this awkward atmosphere, the two descended the Cyanwood Cliff together.

There is no doubt that wherever the two of them went, there was no sound.

Those people's eyes are about to fall out.

Their eyes followed closely, and no one dared to speak.

Rumors are self-defeating.

Chu Xiuran lay on Mo Linyuan's back, smelling the fragrance of the blood on this man's body: "Senior brother, I won't tease you anymore, really, let me down."

The main reason is that so many people are looking at it, which is embarrassing.

He is a man, so he has to be carried on his back at such an adult, which is somewhat embarrassing.

"Don't let go..."

Chu Xiuran somewhat regretted asking him to recite it just now.

Hard to get off...

Under the eyes of everyone, Chu Xiuran finally returned to Zuixianju.

The master and the great master had already returned early, and he saw the two masters standing far away, as if there was a sky river between them, and no one wanted to see the other.

What is the reason for the rift between these two people?

Chu Xiuran didn't understand.

"I'm back, dawdling." Seeing them coming back, Shen Qingcheng angrily asked to put him in the room.

The tall figure of Immortal Liuyun came in after him, Chu Xiuran saw a little displeasure on Master's face from the corner of his eye.

After some inspection, Shen Qingcheng ordered a few words, and Chu Xiuran could clearly get a message from his face that his master seemed to be eager to leave here.

His intuition told him that this was related to Master Zun.

"Since both of you brothers and sisters are fine, let's get busy as a teacher first." Shen Qingcheng said, wanting to leave.

Chu Xiuran didn't know whether he was really busy or pretended to be busy, but seeing his uneasy expression, he nodded obediently: "Okay, Master, you should pay attention to the balance between work and rest."

"Hey, have a good rest." Hearing the words of concern, Shen Qingcheng rubbed his little head.

The Zongmen Grand Competition is getting closer and closer, and he, the head teacher, has been very busy recently, and he can't be lazy if he wants to.

What's more, there is an annoying spirit around him who has been clinging blindly and annoyingly.

"Have a good rest and call me if you need something." In contrast, Liuyun Xianzun was much simpler, leaving only one sentence, followed Shen Qingcheng with his eyes, and followed him out.

Unexpectedly, Mo Linyuan also stood up, and Chu Xiuran immediately grabbed him in fright: "Brother, where are you going?! Did you forget that you still have something to say to me?"

Mo Linyuan looked down at him, "I have something to say to the two masters."

After finishing speaking, he gently opened Chu Xiuran's hand, walked out, and left a sentence, "Don't worry, I'll be back after I finish speaking."

Chu Xiuran blinked, waiting for him suspiciously.

He couldn't have lied to him, so he hid secretly again.

I don't know what they said outside, after about a quarter of an hour, Mo Linyuan came back.

Chu Xiuran breathed a sigh of relief.

It was just the two of them in the house.

Considering that it might get in the way, Gu Lian took Wu Xinyu and left early.

The current environment is very suitable for speaking with an open heart.

Chu Xiuran sat cross-legged on the couch, and chased after him: "Senior brother, what are you going to tell me on Qingmuya?"

Mo Linyuan's eyes flickered for a moment, and instead of explaining directly, he stretched out his hand towards Chu Xiuran, and said softly, "Give me your hand."

Is there such a good thing?

Chu Xiuran obediently offered his palm.

Within two seconds of putting his hand on it, he realized something was wrong.

"Brother, why are your hands shaking so much?"

Mo Linyuan said lightly: "See?"

Under Chu Xiuran's sight, the wide and slender hand was holding his smaller hand, shaking non-stop, as if he had Parkinson's.

"why?"

Looking up, he bumped into Mo Linyuan's darkened eyes, from which he strangely saw something hot and longing.

"Because... want to..."

This sound, Mo Linyuan spoke very low, Chu Xiuran didn't hear clearly for a while, "What did you say?"

"I said, because I wanted to." Mo Linyuan raised his head abruptly, his sharp eyes seemed to be looking directly into the hearts of the people, and Chu Xiuran's heart trembled with fear.

Yes, it shouldn't be what he thought, right?

Mo Linyuan seemed to be going all out, with a bit of self-deprecation in his voice, "I want to touch, I want to hug, I want to have all contact with you."

Chu Xiuran was stunned, unable to react for a while.

And such a good thing?

Mo Linyuan turned his face away, and lifted the only fig leaf on his body: "I'm just a monster."

"So, keeping a distance from you is my only way."

Just like back then, when he realized that something was wrong with him, he immediately retreated and suppressed it. This was also a solution that Mo Linyuan came up with after realizing that he had different thoughts about Chu Xiuran's contact.

But he overestimated his own calm and self-restraint.

Now that there is no response, Mo Linyuan also thinks that Chu Xiuran will hate him very much.

"I go first……"

Hearing this, Chu Xiuran reacted from the great surprise, and grabbed him with his backhand, "Why are you going?"

The voice was soft and glutinous, and it didn't seem like she was disgusted with him.

Mo Linyuan froze, and lowered his head stiffly. The boy's eyebrows and eyes were curved, like a little sun, and he didn't mind at all: "Isn't it just wanting physical contact? What's the matter?"

Mo Linyuan's voice was hoarse, "Aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?" Chu Xiuran was too happy.

Pie is falling from the sky, if you don't eat it, you'd be a fool.

He said, "You are not a monster."

"You are just... just sick, yes, you are sick."

Seeing his appearance, Mo Linyuan calmed down strangely.

He heard the boy say seriously: "If I remember correctly, it's called skin hunger and thirst. Yes, the symptoms are similar to what you said, longing for hugs, warmth, and contact with people."

Chu Xiuran recalled the clinical manifestations of this kind of disease, and came to a conclusion: "So, you really don't think you are a monster like that, big brother, it's normal to desire physical contact, don't think too much about it."

He recalled what happened in his dream, and the years when Mo Linyuan was in seclusion, a bold idea came to his mind.

So, he wouldn't always feel that way.

Oh my god!

This matter is important and cannot be ignored.

Chu Xiuran said to him seriously: "Brother, you believe what I say."

"You're not a monster, you're just sick."

At that moment, there seemed to be a beam of clear and bright light in the boy's eyes, and that beam of light went straight into the dark cage, breaking through the darkness and tearing a crack.

Plop...

Mo Linyuan heard the fierce beating from the depths of his heart.