Zimmer in Fast Time Travel

Chapter 64

Wu Chen, who was sitting cross-legged, turned his face when he heard it, showing a straight face, with a faint smile on his mouth, and replied: "Not boring, I am planning to practice Qi for a week."

"You can practice, but I'm bored! If you don't find something to do, you will waste your time, and I don't have much time left."

Wu Chen seemed a little helpless, but he still asked cooperatively: "Then what does Ah Mo want to do?"

What Ji Mo was waiting for was his words, without thinking: "For example, let me kiss enough."

Wuchen slightly lowered his head, his eyes were hidden under the long eyelashes, he paused for a while, and said, "Okay."

Unexpectedly, Wuchen agreed so happily, Ji Mo was a little overjoyed. "Then, Master," he said, "turn around."

As expected, Wu Chen turned around as he said, and took the initiative to grab Ji Mo with his arms, pulling him into his arms.Zimmer hugged the back of his neck and pressed his lips against his lips.

The two kissed for a long, long time, even if they were separated for a while, they would soon be together again, kissing like this until the end of time.

Gradually, Ji Mo was no longer satisfied with just a taste, he shifted his target, licked Wuchen's neck repeatedly, and couldn't control his hands to lift Wuchen's monk robe.

Wuchen grabbed his hand and stopped him: "No." After a pause, he repeated it emphatically, "No, Amo."

Ji Mo was obedient, Wuchen said no, he didn't continue, hugged Wuchen, and buried his nose in his chest.

"You have a nice smell. Is it the smell of clothes or body?" Ji Mo made a dull voice, "I really want to take it off and smell it."

Wuchen didn't answer, half closed his eyes, and let Ji Mo stick to him tightly, and rubbed his back with his hands from time to time through the monk's robe.

"I have a question."

"..."

"Have you always been so pure and ascetic?" Ji Mo looked up at him, "Although you are a monk, you are also a man. You always have desires, right? How do you solve it?"

Wu Chen didn't answer, but instead asked him a question: "Amo has had many times with the Prince Regent, right?"

Ji Mo was stunned, and couldn't help but look at Wuchen's expression carefully.The latter looked calm and calm, as if he was just asking casually.But Ji Mo is not sure. In this case, isn't it really jealous to ask such a question?

So, should he answer truthfully?

"Actually... not many times, only once."

"Are you happy doing this kind of thing?" Wuchen asked again.

"Well, forget it. But it's more fun to be with someone you like. With someone you don't like, it's like completing a task, and you can't talk about how happy it is." Ji Mo glanced at Wuchen, " Could it be that Master wants to give it a try?"

But Wuchen asked again: "Are you happy with the regent?"

Zimmer, who hit the straight ball, was a little confused, and he couldn't understand it even more. A few mosaic pictures flashed through his mind, and he said pertinently: "It's okay."

"That's good." Wuchen said lightly.

it is good?

What good?

The current atmosphere doesn't seem right, does it?

Such a subtle stomach pain is like being asked by a lover on the bed which technique is better between him and his ex, and then he answers that the ex is also good, and the current one generously said: Isn’t this also good?

However, the truth is that Xia Yunhong is neither his predecessor nor Wuchen is his current one, so the conversation just now was filled with a sense of weirdness.The key point, the original ambiguous and gentle atmosphere has disappeared.

Ji Mo scratched his cheek and left from Wuchen's arms.The latter smiled slightly, with no emotion in his eyes.

Seeing his appearance, Ji Mo bit his lower lip unwillingly, and said angrily, "Did you do it on purpose?"

"Not at all."

"You admitted it frankly." Zimmer pretended to be dissatisfied, "Then what else?"

"The Prince Regent is my twin brother."

"Oh." After a while, Jimo reacted slowly, his voice raised unconsciously, "You two? Twins?!"

Wuchen nodded.

Gimmerton felt that a large vat of blood fell from the sky and drenched him from the inside out.After a few seconds, he finally recovered his voice: "Why did one of you become a prince and the other a national teacher?"

"At the beginning of the founding of Daliang, an expert left a prophecy that there should be no twin princes in the royal family, otherwise it would be regarded as a sign of the country's ruin. At that time, the mother of the little monk, Concubine Chen..."

"That's enough, I can already guess what's going to happen next." Just a single piece of water is enough to perform a hundred episodes of the dog blood palace fighting ethics drama. Ji Mo is really not interested, and he doesn't want to force himself to listen.

Wuchen knew Jimo's temperament, so he was not surprised when he was interrupted.

"Then your question just now was out of concern for your brother?" Ji Mo asked.

"My parents, brothers and sisters are no different from other people in the world, and I will not pay special attention to him."

"It's so indifferent."

"The little monk is a monk, and he has no relatives in the world."

"Okay, what about me?" Jimo approached suddenly, breathing on the tip of Wuchen's nose, "What am I to Master?"

Wuchen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and said: "Amo is a friend of this little monk."

"It's strange that a monk has no relatives but can have friends." Ji Mo said mockingly.

"But I am not only a friend to Master." After a moment of silence, he spoke again, his deep voice echoing in the small cave.

Wuchen looked up at him.

"I seem to like the master very much. What should I do? I know that the master is a monk, so I can't be emotional."

"It's all the master's fault." Ji Mo dumped the blame on others without any psychological burden, "It's all your fault that you look too much in line with my aesthetics, as if you were born for me, but you always say something and do something Things come to provoke me, to seduce me."

"When will the little monk... seduce..."

"Don't you know, master, that unintentional actions are the real temptation?" Ji Mo said innocently.

"..."

"If one day, I can really survive, and you return to vulgarity again, why not..." Jimo looked at him, his eyes were black and bright, and he seemed to be serious, "Wuchen, let's be together."

As if a heavy hammer hit Wuchen's heart without any defense, his breathing suddenly became short of breath, and even his palms were sweating hotly.

Ji Mo didn't pay attention to these things. Although he said something, he didn't expect to get a reply at all. After a while, he said: "Master, don't think too much. If it troubles you, just pretend I didn't say it. Anyway..." He Did not go on.

Silent all night.

The first ray of sunshine in the dawn of Buddha poured into the cave, and Ji Mo woke up leisurely, stretched his waist, turned over on his back, and faced the entrance of the cave, looking at the shade and green grass outside.

Wuchen was originally meditating, but when Ji Mo woke up, he opened his eyes at the same time as if he had received a signal.