Using himself to measure others, if someone pointed to his nose and said to him, "Gu Yun, quickly roll back to the manor to retire. You are lucky to be able to live until now. Not withdrawing, you will sooner or later end up dead without a place to be buried."

What would he think?

Nowadays, in this world, with one foot in cold water and one foot in the mud, the person stuck inside would inevitably have difficulty walking. Walking for a long time, their insides and outsides would become cold, the only thing left was their heart that bled fiery spirit. Keeping on a path while knowing full well that it was impossible was not easy. If someone... especially close relatives, also poured cold water in the midst as a hindrance, wasn't it too pitiful?

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He kept silent for a long time. When Chang Geng was feeling some insensible tension, Gu Yun suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Already kissed, already hugged, what else do you want me to say? Men talking too much will have no time to do other things, do you understand?”

Chang Geng was stunned, but Gu Yun already reached out a finger towards the half-dead steam lamp at the head of the bed, immediately turning it off. The day was not yet at dawn, the room went dark. The bed curtain, which was usually hung up, fell down as if it could cover the sky and earth, blown slightly by the cool morning wind penetrating through the window.

Chang Geng was not able to respond but his waist was already freed, he was unsure when his belt was pulled away. Before he could recover from the oath of 'sea of flame and mountain of swords', his face instantly blushed red.

"Zi, Zi Xi…”

Gu Yun casually made a sound in response, impatiently throwing the silk cloth out of his hand, idly leaning on the soft pile of blankets, his fingertips caressing across the hem of Chang Geng's clothing: "That time at the hot spring, you said you thought of doing certain things that were out of the norm with me...what was it that you thought of?”

Chang Geng: "..."

"Aren't you very good at talking?" Gu Yun said with a low laugh, "Let's hear it."

Chang Geng had never seen this kind of flirting that was teasing at the same time, his tongue tied in a knot: "I... I... "

"On this matter, you can't just simply think about it." Gu Yun caressed Chang Geng's waist through a layer of clothing, touching at the root of his thighs not too hard yet not too light. Chang Geng almost jumped up, unable to breathe, grabbing Gu Yun's vile hand running rampant everywhere, a fire burning from his stomach to his throat. He felt that he was going to burn into ashes.

Gu Yun had pushed open the hem of his clothing.