The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

Chapter 78

Tutor

A small blackboard was erected temporarily against the wall of the study.

There was a small desk in front of the small blackboard, and Yu Su was sitting in front of the desk, looking at Ning Xingruan with deep eyes.

Ning Xingruan coughed, and pulled the sleeve of his shirt, revealing a section of fair forearm.The white shirt was extremely slim, and it was tucked into the trousers along the waistline. The waist and hip lines were unobstructed, and it made his waist and legs long, making someone's throat move slightly.

After agreeing to Yu Su to stay at home as his "tutor", Ning Xingruan specially bought this suit, he always felt that wearing a formal suit would look good.

Ning Xingruan was writing and drawing on the blackboard. When he turned around and saw Yu Su staring at him without blinking, he snorted softly, took the stick beside him, and walked over to tap his chin: "Yu Su Student Su, don't let your mind wander during class time."

The little stick was caught, Yu Su chuckled, and slowly touched the back of Teacher Ning's hand along the stick, stroking it lightly, pretending to be surprised: "I thought the teacher dressed like this because he wanted to do something. Something else, isn't it?"

As he spoke, his hand went online again, and touched Ning Xingruan's forearm.

Ning Xingruan patted his hand, and said seriously: "Student Yu Su, please pay attention to the occasion, this is the study room, a place to study hard, put away messy thoughts."

"But teacher, when I look at you, I can't think of some messy things." Before the man finished speaking, he got up and walked around the desk, and put his hand on the waist that he wanted to touch a long time ago, with ambiguous movements.

Ning Xingruan raised the stick in his hand, but it was taken away and thrown on the ground. He blushed and reprimanded: "Do you understand what it means to respect the teacher, you are, this is the following offense!"

"Today I'm just going to commit crimes." Yu Su's voice was low as he rubbed his lips against his slightly hot cheeks.

Smiling lightly, he slid his hands down Teacher Ning's back to his waist, pulled out the white shirt little by little, and stretched his fingers under the hem of the shirt to gently rub it, so as to relieve the teacher's exhaustion from a tiring day.

Teacher Ning faltered and backed away until his back was pressed against the blackboard, and then he recovered his voice. He reached behind his back and slapped off the hand that was making trouble on his waist, regained his majesty as a teacher, and snorted , Jumping out from the man's arms, he quickly picked up the small stick on the ground, and slapped it on the arm of the dishonest student, frowning with a serious face: "Disrupting the classroom order, disrespecting the teacher, you should be punished. "

Yu Su turned around and looked at him, her eyes moved stickily from the hem of his shirt that was piled up in a mess around his waist to his neck, Ning Xingruan's whole body was a little hot as if he could draw a glance in his eyes.

"However the teacher wants to punish, the students will accept it obediently, so, has Teacher Ning thought about how to punish the students?"

Seeing that Student Yu sincerely admitted his mistake, Teacher Ning avoided heavy punishment, but still wanted to teach him a little "lesson", so he motioned to Student Yu to reach out his hand, and tapped his palm three times with a stick.

After the punishment was over, Classmate Yu jumped up and held Teacher Ning in his arms again. His fingers dishonestly landed on the tightly buttoned button under his collarbone, and he skillfully unbuttoned it.

Ning Xingruan glared at him: "It's not over, I haven't finished today's class, wait until tonight..."

"Ah, what did Teacher Ning say? Why can't I understand it? What are you waiting for at night?" His fingers kept moving, and soon a large white area on his chest appeared in front of his eyes. Yu Su also bowed his head unceremoniously. Blossoming red flowers were printed on it.

Teacher Ning soon became like a cooked shrimp, red from the head to the tail, and the rejection continued, but his strength became weaker and weaker.

"Teacher, there are a lot of things I don't understand. I hope you can guide me well, can you?" Classmate Yu bit the teacher's ear and humbly asked for advice.

Teacher Ning is a good teacher. Of course he has to comply with the student's request!

But student Yu's problem was a bit complicated, and he couldn't operate it in the study, so the teacher and the student pushed and shoved all the way through the living room to the bedroom where the space was easier to use.

On the spacious bed, Teacher Ning taught and cooperated carefully, and Student Yu asked for advice and practiced hard.

The students learn very well and operate very hard, but it is a bit difficult for the teacher.

Teacher Ning lay on his back on the bed, a tear of regret streaming from the corner of his eye.

-

strange dream

As night fell, Ning Xingruan was lying in Yu Su's arms moaning and moaning, his back and waist aching sorely, he carefully turned over and changed his position, complaining: "You are too much!"

Yu Su put his hands on his waist and rubbed gently, coaxing: "I was wrong, I'm sorry."

"Then tell me, there will be no next time!"

Yu Su: ...

"I'll pay attention next time."

Ning Xingruan got angry and bit him hard, leaving a deep tooth mark on his arm.Then he sighed and muttered, "There will be no next time, just wait for me."

"Okay, okay, don't be angry if there is no next time, okay?" Yu Su hurriedly hugged him tightly, "It was just a small incident, it was not my intention."

Ning Xingruan gave him a sideways look, expressing his disbelief, Yu Su sighed, with a worried face on his face: "I destroyed the three souls back then, and the separated soul was full of hostility, so that after the fusion, it has been trapped in chaos, but You don't have to worry, although there are still some small problems left, but there will be no major problems."

Ning Xingruan sneered, turned his back and ignored him, Yu Su sighed leisurely seeing that this trick didn't work, then turned over and hugged him from behind, promising softly: "Don't be angry, what do you want to eat tomorrow? Shall I get up early and make it for you?"

"If you want to eat Buddha and jump over the wall, you still have time to do it now." Ning Xingruan said angrily.

Yu Su chuckled twice and said, "The day after tomorrow, when you are in good health, you will be a Buddha jumping over the wall, and you will have porridge tomorrow. How about eight-treasure porridge?"

"...It's not impossible." Ning Xingruan said awkwardly, Yu Su's eight-treasure porridge was different from the ones sold outside, it took time but it was really delicious.

After coaxing him softly for a while, Yu Su continued to kiss him on the forehead when he calmed down.

Ning Xingruan lay in his arms and asked, "Separating soul and soul...does it hurt?"

Yu Su shook her head and said comfortingly, "Most of the time, my mind is confused, so I can't remember."

"Unfortunately... I came too late." Ning Xingruan's heart softened, and she said very distressed.

Yu Su wrapped his hands in his palms, "If I meet you when I'm not awake, I don't know what will happen, so you show up not too early or too late, which happens to be the best time."

Ning Xingruan only thought that he was comforting herself, although she knew that those things had long passed, and now she was satisfied to be able to accompany them with each other, but she was still depressed until she fell asleep...

-

With sleepy eyes, Ning Xingruan stretched, yawned and looked out the car window.

This is the bus bound for Surabaya Village, and I will be home in half an hour.

Looking at the fleeting scenery outside the window, his mind was confused for a moment, and then he remembered that this time he received a call from his uncle, and he came back to the mountain to worship his ancestors.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the entrance of the village. When Ning Xingruan got off the car, he saw his uncle waiting at the entrance of the village.After he got off the car with his luggage, his uncle greeted him with a smile and helped him pick up the luggage. The two walked towards the village along the asphalted path.

It was already past five o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky was getting dark. Hearing his uncle's nagging voice while walking on the road, Ning Xingruan was a little distracted. He raised his eyes and looked around. There is a faint figure in the weeds here.With a sudden jump in his heart, he quickly stopped his uncle and pointed in that direction, and then looked over, but he saw nothing.

"Maybe I'm tired from the journey." Uncle comforted, Ning Xingruan replied vaguely, but his eyelids kept twitching, and he always felt a little uneasy.

When he got home, he simply packed his luggage. During dinner, his uncle took him to an elder's house to place it. This elder was his grandfather's cousin. According to his seniority, he should call him fourth grandpa.

At the fourth grandfather's house, he met his childhood friend. After more than ten years, the two still quickly became acquainted.

After exchanging pleasantries and dinner, Fourth Master Ning suggested that Ning Xingruan just came back today, and it happened to be their family's turn to send people up the mountain to watch the night.

"Night watch?" Ning Xingruan was a little puzzled.

Fourth Master Ning coughed, and said vaguely: "Shoushan Temple, we all have to go, you and Xinglei can still be a companion."

The matter was settled like this, and at around nine o'clock at night, brothers Ning Xingruan and Ning Xinglei went up the mountain to discredit them.

The mountain temple was halfway up the mountain, and the two climbed up the stairs, and saw two lights in front of the temple were on, giving a panoramic view of the old mountain temple.

Standing in front of the door, looking at the dilapidated temple door, Ning Xingruan always felt that something was wrong, but in the end it could only be attributed to the fact that he hadn't seen him for many years, so he felt a little awkward.

After all, this is what the mountain temple in his memory looked like.

There were beds on both sides of the wall in the temple, and the sheets and quilts were neatly folded. Seeing him standing still, Ning Xinglei smiled and said, "Brother Xingruan, don't worry, the quilts and sheets have to be changed every day. We have to change it when we wake up tomorrow.”

After speaking, he pointed to the cabinet in the corner: "It's considered a welfare."

Only then did Ning Xingruan feel relieved.

The signal on the mountain was not good, so the two played two games together. They were scolded bloody by their teammates, and they stopped yelling at others, lying on the bed and chatting with each other.

Speaking of this ancestor worship, Ning Xinglei lowered his voice mysteriously: "The village is haunted, I told you, so don't tell it, people in the village hear strange screams every day, and many chickens died. Duck or something, that’s why I want to worship the mountain and worship our ancestors. But brother, don’t be afraid, we are safer in this mountain temple than other places, and the mountain god will bless us.”

"...Really." Ning Xingruan laughed dryly twice, but did not speak again.

Soon there was a snoring sound from the direction of Ning Xinglei's bed, but he couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning.

It started to rain patter outside, Ning Xingruan gradually felt sleepy amidst the sound of rain.

The wind howled, and the lights under the eaves of the temple gate suddenly went out, Ning Xingruan frowned uncomfortably in his sleep, and let out a soft hum. .

squeak-

There was a slight sound as the wooden door opened and closed, but the two sleeping soundly remained silent.

cold……

Ning Xingruan felt as if he was lying in a freezer, the cold air coming from all directions made him shiver.

He woke up in a daze, trying to open his eyes, but found that he couldn't open them no matter what.

The quilt on his body was lifted gently, he thought it was Ning Xinglei, opened his mouth soundlessly, and then felt someone got into his quilt.

A icy cold stuck to his neck, and then the collar was pulled away, and the bone-piercing chill lingered wantonly on his body along the unbuttoned buttons one by one.

Just when Ning Xingruan thought he would be frozen to death, the chill surrounding his body disappeared in an instant, but the fingers falling on his body became more and more unscrupulous.

The coat, sweater, and clothes were peeled off one by one. Ning Xingruan didn't know what happened, but the strange feeling on his body made him more and more anxious. However, it was like a ghost pressing the bed. No matter how hard he struggled in his mind, his body Can't even move.

It can only be enjoyed by the gods like a sacrifice offered on the altar.

His fingertips brushed over his collarbone, chest, and waist, as if he wanted to measure every inch of his body. Ning Xingruan was completely awake at this moment, and he was terrified in his heart, wishing he could faint just like that, maybe Can avoid the pain of being eaten raw by ghosts.

The coolness on his body suddenly left, Ning Xingruan raised his heart high and held his breath, just when he thought he had escaped, his jaw was suddenly pinched, he was forced to open his mouth, and endured the madness that almost suffocated him. deep kiss.

As if wanting to devour him, Ning Xingruan tasted the irony smell gradually spreading between his lips and teeth.

After being released, he could only breathe heavily. Before he recovered, the thing started to move again.

That night Ning Xingruan was at his mercy, his body was in severe pain, he couldn't even cry, he could only bear everything passively, when he finally couldn't stand the torture and was about to fall asleep, he heard a cry in his ear sigh of contentment...

The birdsong woke Ning Xingruan up, he opened his eyes, looked around very tiredly, and saw Ning Xinglei lying on the ground, sleeping soundly.

Suddenly recalling what happened last night, he hurriedly got up, only to find that his clothes were neatly put on and none of the buttons had been undone.

He checked up and down, and there was no discomfort on his body. He was relieved, but then he was a little embarrassed. He was actually in the mountain temple... having that kind of dream.

The feeling from the dream still seemed to remain in his body, his face was flushed red, and he almost wanted to escape from here immediately.

Ning Xinglei woke up and saw him like this, so he quickly got up and worried: "Brother Xingruan, do you have a fever? Why is your face so red?"

"No, no, it's okay." After a few vague words, he quickly changed the topic, packed up the sheets and quilts, and went down the mountain with Ning Xinglei.

When they came down from the mountain and walked to the entrance of the village, a few old people squatting on the stone bridge chatting saw them, they were all taken aback for a moment, and then revealed a very strange look.

They were all looking at Ning Xingruan, as if they were looking at something strange.

Ning Xingruan was a little uncomfortable being watched, and after saying hello, he quickened his pace and returned home.

After that, other people in the village went to guard the temple, and his uncle helped repair the house in the ancestral hall, so he and Ning Xinglei walked around the village.

Ning Xingruan thought that the time in the temple was just a nightmare, but at night, when he was sleeping in his bedroom, that feeling came again.

This time he was awake, in the darkness, he seemed to see the black mist covering him.

The clothes were stripped off again, and the cold palms rested on his waist, as if trying to pinch his waist.

What followed was what he couldn't accept, but was forced to endure, one after another...

The thing stopped when the body was exhausted to the extreme.

The clothes were put on and the quilt was covered, as if nothing had happened.

Opening his eyes again, Ning Xingruan lifted the quilt, took off his clothes in front of the mirror, his body was clean, like a dream.

He turned around, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few bruises on his lower back, like fingerprints on it.

There was a coldness in his heart, and the cold air rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He couldn't lie to himself anymore, he...was entangled in dirty things.

The soles of his feet seemed to be nailed. Ning Xingruan was so frightened that he couldn't even move his feet. He didn't know how long it took until his uncle's voice came from outside. on the bed.

He hurriedly stuffed his luggage into the suitcase. After breakfast, he excused that he had something urgent to go back to school, and hurried out with the suitcase.

Uncle was afraid that he would delay his studies, so he was also anxious. He found a tricycle and asked the neighbors to help him to the town.

It wasn't until sitting on the tricycle and wandering out of the village that Ning Xingruan relaxed a little.

Looking at the scenery slowly receding, he couldn't feel better.

For two days in a row, being...doed that kind of thing, he couldn't even cry now.

The car rattled on the road for a long time, but it hadn't reached the main road yet. Ning Xingruan felt a little strange. Looking forward, he saw a fog in front of him.

He had a bad premonition, turned around and looked back, and there was also a thick fog.

The mist that rose at some point had already surrounded them.

Almost in despair, Ning Xingruan sat in the car, trembling all over.

The car finally stopped, and the driver turned around. Ning Xingruan saw a strange smile on that stiff face: "We're here, get out of the car."

He was so scared that he jumped out of the car in a hurry, and then watched the tricycle disappear into the fog again.

The thick fog dissipated quickly, Ning Xingruan looked at the dilapidated building in front of him, and his heart felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Mountain Temple...

He was pulled to the mountain temple.

He was already unable to think about how the tricycle could climb up the mountain. At this moment, he just wanted to escape from here.

However, before he could move, the door of the Mountain God Temple opened, and a cloud of black mist spread, enveloping him in the mist.

Chaotic, intimacy again and again, Ning Xingruan was powerless to resist, his big hands on his back, waist, legs, leaving countless marks.

He couldn't tell whether he was dead or alive.

I don't know how long it took, in the torrential rain, a loud noise exploded in my ears, the black mist dispersed, and Ning Xingruan saw someone leaning over towards him.

There were worried greetings chattering in his ears, and someone picked him up.

What happened in the temple made him extremely resent contact with the same sex at the moment, he struggled subconsciously, but heard a soft reprimand, then was bound tightly by a pair of arms, and went down the mountain.

He disappeared on the mountain for three days, and his uncle didn't know about it until he was rescued.The nightmare seemed to be over, Ning Xingruan went down the mountain, recuperated, and then returned to school.

The person who carried him down the mountain that day was the captain of a traveling team. The captain let him go down the mountain and left. Ning Xingruan thought he would have no chance to thank him, but when he returned to school, he found that the person was actually himself. Students from the same department.

However, when he saw this person again, he suddenly became vigilant.

He was a little scared. Although it was bad to think this way, he always felt that this junior was a little weird.

After thanking him, the successive encounters made him firmer in his mind, and he took advantage of the opportunity to find a job after graduation and stayed away from this person.

After moving into the rented house and packing up her luggage, Ning Xingruan went to and from get off work step by step, and occasionally went out with friends.

The absurd and desperate memories of a few days in his hometown are deeply buried in his memory, and only when he thinks about them occasionally will he arouse the fear in his heart.

And so life goes on track until...

He saw three words written by water on the table.

found it.

Backing away in horror, tripping over a chair, he hurried out the door.On the way to work, crowded in the subway crowd, he felt a strong gaze on himself, looked around, but only saw the crowded passengers.

There was a cool breeze blowing over his waist, Ning Xingruan was startled suddenly, subconsciously lowered his head, but still saw nothing.

After a day of fear and fear, nothing happened. After get off work, he got on the subway tiredly, but he didn't dare to go home. Instead, he found an Internet cafe.

The bustling Internet cafe gave him a sense of security, and Ning Xingruan slowly fell asleep while sitting on the seat with his coat on his head.

Waking up from the cold in the middle of the night, and opening his eyes, he saw the familiar roof of the rental house.

Playing with her ankle with her cold palm, Ning Xingruan cried and begged for mercy tremblingly: "Please, please, let me go."

There was no response, and the palms of those hands followed the calf, slowly upward, upward.

Helpless and sweet crying echoed intermittently in the rental house until dawn.

On the shoulders, waist, and ankles, bruises and bruises appeared on the fair skin undisguisedly. Ning Xingruan dressed tremblingly and escaped from the room.

He found a Taoist priest with a good reputation.

I made an appointment to exorcise evil spirits at night.

The Taoist priest assured him that he would be able to take that dirty thing away.

At nine o'clock, Ning Xingruan stayed downstairs until finally the Taoist priest arrived.

The young Taoist priest was wearing a dark blue Taoist robe, tall and handsome.

Ning Xingruan was in a daze for a moment, and hurried to meet him.

After going upstairs, the Taoist priest cleared out the furniture in the living room, and drew a mysterious magic circle with cinnabar on the ground.

He took out a set of clothes and asked Ning Xingruan to change into them. Ning Xingruan put on a bright red robe, and according to the Taoist priest's request, he didn't wear anything underneath.

Lying in the center of the formation, Ning Xingruan watched as the Taoist priest turned off the lights, lit candles around, and then slowly unbuttoned him.

The front of the clothes was open, and the white chest was exposed to the air. The tip of the brush dipped in cinnabar fell on the skin, causing a shiver.

Ning Xingruan was a little sleepy, and when he was about to be unable to open his eyes, he suddenly saw that the expression on the Taoist priest's face became excited, and the depths of his eyes were faintly blood red.

Surprised, he murmured, "Master Daoist, you...your eyes..."

"Baby, I finally found you. You can't escape this time. Are you happy?"

The clothes were ripped off, the man twisted his face and leaned over, kissing his lips deeply.

……

Frightened, Ning Xingruan opened his eyes suddenly, looked at the familiar tent, and touched the cold sweat on his forehead.

Really...

Inexplicable, how can I have such a strange dream.

return……

Also blame the embarrassment.

The sweet smell wafted in, and Yu Su came over with the cooked eight-treasure porridge, looked at his sweaty head, and asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Ning Xingruan shook his head: "I had a strange dream."

After listening to the scene in Ning Xingruan's dream, Yu Su stopped wiping his face with a wet towel and looked at him thoughtfully.

Ning Xingruan blushed: "What do you mean by looking at me like that?"

"Think about it day by day, dream about it at night, I didn't expect..." Before he finished speaking, he was blocked by the pillow thrown by Ning Xingruan.

Putting the pillow away, Yu Su took the porridge and said with a smile, "If you met me earlier, maybe it would be like this. That's why I said yesterday that the timing of our meeting is just right, not too early or too late."

"Quick, let's have porridge."