After Chu Wanning tied his ponytail, he went outside to wash the dishes. There were three bowls, but he didn't enter the room even after washing them for a long time.
Mo Ran sat on the bed, somewhat anxious. His fingers unconsciously scratched the edge of the bed, occasionally glancing out the window.
What to do.
He was thinking.
Tonight, how should he sleep?
This was a seemingly simple question, but in fact, it was fatal.
Mo Ran couldn't understand Chu Wanning's intentions, and he was even more conflicted. Desire and rationality were in full swing.
At this time, the warm curtains were lifted, and Chu Wanning returned to the room with the washed bowls in the chilly air outside. He glanced at Mo Ran, who was sitting by the bed. The candlelight flickered, and his gaze seemed to be somewhat subtle. But in the next moment, his eyes fell, and before Mo Ran could see clearly, he had already sat by the table with his back to him.
"Shizun, you're still not sleeping?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt that he had misspoken. No matter how he heard it, it sounded like a man who couldn't be any more thirsty, urgently inviting his lover to rest in bed.
Chu Wanning didn't turn his head, and said lightly: "I still have some things to do. If you're sleepy, you can sleep first. "
"I'm not sleepy either." Mo Ran said, "Shizun, what do you want to do? I'll help you. "
"You can't help, I want to make more Voice Condensing Begonia Flowers tonight." As Chu Wanning spoke, he raised his hand and pinched his fingertips, forming a golden and tender begonia flower, and placed it on the table.
This begonia flower was formed by Chu Wanning's spiritual energy, and could be used to receive short messages. This was his unique secret technique, and no one else could imitate it.
But Mo Ran was somewhat puzzled. He came to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down. His strong arms rested on the back of the chair, and his chin rested on his arms.
"What is Shizun doing with this?"
"Selling it."
"En?"
Hearing the slight surprise in Mo Ran's voice, Chu Wanning looked up and glanced at him. "We don't have enough money to stay on Flying Flower Island for seven days. Didn't Sun Sanniang want to do business? Then I'll do the same as her. Sound Condensing Begonia is unbeatable all year round. Look at all the gold and silver jewelry on her body. Which one of them isn't shining? I think she just likes shiny things. Once it's done, I'll sell it on the streets tomorrow. I'll see if she wants it. "
Mo Ran couldn't help but laugh. "Shizun wants to … sell flowers?"
Chu Wanning's expression changed slightly. He probably didn't want to put himself in the same category as the girls selling white orchids in the alley, so he said very stiffly, "Flowers made by magic can't be counted as flowers."
"Then I'll go with you tomorrow."
Chu Wanning didn't say anything. He lowered his head and quickly condensed four or five flowers. Then he said in a muffled voice, "Do as you wish, as long as you don't find it embarrassing."
"How is it embarrassing?" Mo Ran picked up one of the flowers and smelled it. The flower was very light and didn't have any fragrance. The way it flowed with light was very graceful and unique. The golden light shone on his handsome face and dark eyelashes. He said with a smile, "That Sun Sanniang will probably cry and beg Shizun to sell it to her. How much does Shizun want to sell it for?"
"A hundred of them won't cost much spiritual energy. How about three copper coins for one?"
Mo Ran, "…"
Chu Wanning looked at him again and slightly frowned. He hesitated and said, "Too much?"
Mo Ran sighed. He didn't say too much, but also didn't say too little. He only said, "Tomorrow, Shizun, don't give me a price. I'll sell it."
"Why? I made the flowers and I set the price myself. "
"Three copper coins." Mo Ran stretched out three fingers and waved them in front of Chu Wanning, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Shizun, you're the Northern Dipper Celestial Venerable. This is your Late Night Begonia, something that cultivators can't even get their hands on. You're selling it for three copper coins?"
"No one asked me for it. Besides looking good and being able to transmit sound, this thing has no other use. I think this price is about right. "
Mo Ran was so angry that he almost laughed. "Then, sell it to me, okay? I'll give you the money right now. "
Chu Wanning stopped. A half-formed begonia flower lost the support of its spiritual flow and dropped a dazzling golden petal. He actually really did reach out his palm and said indifferently, "Deal."
"…"
Mo Ran was speechless for a long time. He touched his money pouch and then remembered that Chu Wanning and he had all the money left on them had been squeezed out by that old turtle. He couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed.
When he looked up, he saw Chu Wanning looking at him with a smile that wasn't a smile. He couldn't help but feel even more embarrassed. He muttered, "Shizun already knew that I don't have money, but …"
Chu Wanning thought he was funny, so he said, "You were the one who boasted that you wanted to buy my flowers."
"I …"
He silently swallowed his words.
Because he suddenly felt that Chu Wanning's words were a little ambiguous.
Chu Wanning should have said "buy my flowers", but he was lazy. Before he finished speaking, it sounded like Mo Ran wanted to spend money to buy the man in front of him. Mo Ran's heart suddenly beat faster.
He didn't look at Chu Wanning's eyes, afraid that the other party would see through his rebellious thoughts. But when he looked down at his hand for a while, he suddenly realized that Chu Wanning had been washing the bowls outside for a long time. He had forcibly turned the hot water into ice water, and his fingertips were frozen red.
Mo Ran didn't have time to think too much. Almost out of habit, he grabbed the five outstretched fingers on the table.
Chu Wanning was shocked. He was pretending to be calm. He stretched out his hand to ask for money, but he didn't get the money. Instead, his hand suddenly fell into a pair of warm and broad palms. The temperature of the palms was just right, but he felt like he was being burned by a soldering iron. He suddenly pulled away.
"What are you doing?!"
"…"
Mo Ran originally didn't have such vulgar thoughts. He really just wanted to warm Chu Wanning and feel sorry for him.
But he never expected to encounter such a big reaction. For a moment, he was stunned.
The two people looked at each other under the dim candlelight. Suddenly, the candlelight burst and broke the silence.
Chu Wanning knew that he was being too sensitive. He didn't say anything for a while. He pursed his lips and felt a little embarrassed.
Mo Ran looked at his silent appearance. The young seedling in his heart grew stronger and stronger. He tried to stretch his soft little body, tickling his chest even more.
"Shizun …"
Chu Wanning: "…"
"Are you …" Halfway through his sentence, he stopped. He didn't know what was waiting for him in front of him. His rationality finally pulled him back from the brink, and he didn't continue speaking.
But before he could finish asking, Chu Wanning still said stiffly, "No."
Mo Ran was stunned, "What do you mean by 'no'?"
"No matter what you say, the answer is' no '." Chu Wanning frowned and raised his sharp thorns. He was like a cat guarding its territory, not letting strangers come close, "Take your hand away."
Mo Ran took his hand away and continued to put it on the back of the chair, looking very obedient.
Chu Wanning continued to condense flowers. When he finished condensing the begonia that had dropped a petal, he was a little angry. But there was more helplessness in his anger. After a while, Mo Ran said, "Shizun, actually, I just wanted to ask if you were cold. I wanted to … warm your hand."
"I'm not cold."
Liar, the hand that he had just touched was clearly ice.
Probably feeling that it was really awkward for the two of them to sit like this, Chu Wanning said, "If there's nothing else, go to sleep. I'll take you to sell flowers tomorrow."
"…"
In the past, he would often say "take you to cultivate", "take you to meditate", "take you to read books".
Take you to sell flowers or something like that …
Mo Ran wanted to hold it in, but he couldn't. His black eyes were smiling. Under the candlelight, he hummed in agreement, but he didn't want to move.
"Go to sleep."
Mo Ran glanced at the bed.
He decided that no matter what, he couldn't sleep before Chu Wanning.
Since he wasn't sure whether he should sleep on the bed or on the floor, then he would see what Chu Wanning wanted. If he slept in the innermost position, obviously making space for him, then he would sleep on the bed.
If Chu Wanning slept in the middle, then … sigh, then he would be honest.
Mo Ran had such a bad idea, but his face turned red, "I won't sleep first."
"Why are you sitting?" Chu Wanning frowned.
Mo Ran raised his hand and closed his five slender fingers. Using his spiritual power, he pinched out a fiery-red butterfly.
"…" Chu Wanning was speechless.
"Selling it for money." Mo Ran smiled. With a light flick of his finger, the fiery-red butterfly flew up and landed in the pile of begonia flowers that Chu Wanning put aside. It dived in and flapped its fluorescent wings like pollinators, going in and out of the flower. "Mine is more expensive. I'm black-hearted. Ten gold for one."
Chu Wanning watched the irksome butterfly fly around and stop on his begonia flowers, licking the delicate powder.
Chu Wanning's face darkened.
"Mo Weiyu!!"
"… What's wrong?"
He was so angry that he didn't know what to say or how to say it.
In the end, he suppressed it and said in a hoarse voice, "Three copper coins for one, no more."
Mo Ran laughed.
After laughing for a while, he pinched out another fiery-red butterfly and handed it over. That butterfly gently landed on the begonia flowers on Chu Wanning's fingertips.
"I sell it to others for ten gold. I think this price is very appropriate."
"Then sell it to me!" Chu Wanning took a deep breath and said fiercely, "I'll sell it again. In short, it can't be more expensive than my begonia flowers."
After thinking for a while, he added, "But I don't have money on me. I'll give it to you when we get back to the peak of life and death."
Mo Ran smiled and pinched out the third butterfly. He gently blew on it and that butterfly danced around Chu Wanning. Mo Ran rested his head on his strong tanned arm and said gently, "What are you talking about?"
"… Don't tell me you still want to say no credit?" Chu Wanning slightly raised his chin. His eyes were still wet with anger, but his expression was very arrogant. He thought it through. If Mo Ran really dared to say no credit, then he would take out the etiquette of a teacher and teach this arrogant man a lesson.
The arrogant man smiled even more brightly. His dimples were deep and his nasal voice was shallow. He said, "No, I want to say …"
What did he want to say?
Chu Wanning was ready for battle, her awe-inspiring.
"You can buy me." The man didn't know if it was intentional or not, but he also omitted the word spirit butterfly, so his words became vague and ambiguous. He rested his head on his arm and seriously stared at Chu Wanning. He gently smiled and said, "I'll sell it to you for free."
No matter what, he didn't expect this kind of answer.
Chu Wanning was startled and then his face suddenly turned red.
It was already very late at night. The spirit butterflies and begonia flowers were piled up in the room. They were already enough to sell. But none of them got up to go to sleep first.
Mo Ran's thoughts were needless to say. He planned to see how Chu Wanning slept and then act according to the circumstances. Chu Wanning didn't know his plan, but he wasn't stupid. He didn't know what Mo Ran would do tonight.
Would he sleep on the floor … or on the bed?
Although this man made him feel more and more dangerous, if Mo Ran really did lie on the bed, he didn't plan to chase him away.
He could even feel the secret hope in his heart. He hoped to see Mo Ran sleepily get up, say "I'm sleepy", and then lie on the bed.
— — Why isn't he sleeping yet!
Chu Wanning and Mo Ran thought anxiously as they played with the flowers and butterflies.
Go to sleep. Lie on the bed first, I'll …
"Shizun."
"Yes?"
"Are you tired? It's too late. Why don't you rest first? "
"No need, I'm used to it."
So another two hours passed.
"Mo Ran."
"Yes?"
"Why are you still sitting?"
"I'll condense more butterflies. If Shizun is sleepy, you can go to sleep first. I'll wait."
Chu Wanning tried his best to resist the urge to yawn and clenched his teeth. Because he couldn't sleep for two consecutive nights, his eyes were a little red. He stubbornly said, "I'm not sleepy yet."
Mo Ran, "… …"
After some time, the butterflies and begonia flowers in the room were piled up like an ocean. The gold and red intertwined, dazzling and dazzling. Mo Ran drowsily raised his head and was suddenly startled.
Chu Wanning was really too tired. He had already fallen asleep on the table.
There was still half a begonia flower at the tip of his finger. The petals trembled slightly as he breathed. Mo Ran walked over and gently picked up the remaining half of the flower. He put it on the table and then picked him up.