Chapter 1871 (1/2)

There's a beauty that never forgets.

One day gone, thinking like crazy.

The Phoenix flies, and the world seeks its mate.

But beauty is not in the east wall.

I will talk and write my heart.

When I see Xu Xi, comfort me in my hesitation.

……

This poem by Mu Shenrong is adapted from Sima Xiangru's ”seeking a phoenix”.

”Phoenix courting her mate” is so straightforward that you can't pretend to be stupid.

Fu ran got up early in the morning. Looking on the Internet, this post has become the number one of the most popular rankings in all colleges and universities. There are countless messages under it, which is amazing.

She did not expect that such a trivial thing would have such a sensational effect. What's more, the Q conference and B conference quarreled so much that they couldn't get along at all.

Other dormitory students are still sleeping, so she got up early and went downstairs with her cell phone headset.

Listening to the song recommended by Mu Shenrong, she kept running in the playground circle after circle, and finally ran out of breath, almost fell tired on the playground, and then stopped, ready to sit down and rest.

But there were hands coming from behind. They went directly through her armpit, pulled her up from the ground, and then said to her, ”don't sit down, you'll get cramps, stand up and go on.”

Fu ran was startled, and quickly struggled: ”how are you here? Let me go.”

Mu Shenrong nodded, drew back his hand, and stood a few steps away from her: ”let's walk a few times.”

He was also wearing a sportswear. He was sweating profusely. When he stood near, he could smell the smell of sweat from his body. It seemed that it was not the smell of sweat from ordinary people, but a strong masculinity.

She took a step back subconsciously, only to snore and fall on the ground.

There were convulsions in her calves, and she clenched her teeth in pain.

Seeing this, Mu Shenrong immediately squatted down, stood in front of her, pressed her calf with one hand and her knee with the other hand, and said to her, ”don't move, bear it, cramp, it's OK.”

Fu ran was very resistant to his touching himself, but the convulsions were like a small saw, constantly cutting her calves, leaving her with no skill. She could only watch his broad hands kneading on her white calves, gently kneading and slowly kneading.

When she was straightened at the beginning, she was really in pain. She wanted to cry: ”ah, you can do it gently.”

”You can't pull it apart if it's not important. It's OK. Just bear it a little bit.”

Again and again, under his pressure, her original hard muscles finally relaxed slowly, and her face was also relaxed with pain. Mu Shenrong's hands also felt very much. The original stiff calf belly slowly softened, and the hand feeling was surprisingly good.

”All right.” He restrained some strong impulse, drew back his hand in time, and said to her, ”stand up and try.”

Fu Ran's legs were weak. At last, he got up with her and said, ”how are you? Are you better?”

She moved, and her calves were sore and distended, but at least it didn't hurt, so she nodded, ”OK, thank you.”

She bowed her head and went on.

So many things are intertwined, but she doesn't know what to say.