#ep 202

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[Chu Wanning] You… My feet are ticklish. Hurry up. [Narrator] Mo Ran's face went red at once. Luckily, he was tan enough these days that it was hard to tell. He muttered a low "oh." [Mo Ran] Oh. He lowered his head and applied the medicine with a burning face and ears, Helpless to stop that utterance playing and replaying itself in his head: [Chu Wanning] Hurry up. [Narrator] His throat bobbed As he looked at the soft, tender skin before him. The events of the past life came to him, Becoming clearer and clearer. He recalled the crimson blankets and pillows atop disheveled bedsheets in Wushan Hall, Making Chu Wanning's pale skin seem even starker in comparison. He recalled the Chu Wanning's low moans beneath him, Those tones of ice Made roiling-hot by lust, Becoming supple water. [Flashback Chu Wanning] Hurry up, Hurry up. [Narrator] It seemed like Chu Wanning's moans were right in his ear. It seemed like he could hear it all. Mo Ran squeezed his eyes shut, his brows drawn close together. One thing had finally become clear to him. [Mo Ran VO] I want to be good to Chu Wanning, But it's much too difficult.