White Rabbit Breeding Manual

He saw him again!

He never thought that he would have a chance to meet him in this life!

In the ear, the old bustard is agitating the voices of patrons asking for prices, the teasing and obscenity of patrons downstairs, and the coquettish cries of young men seem to fade away because of his presence.

The petite young man sat in the Huakui room on the second floor. He looked very cute, but he looked worried like a little rabbit. His red eyes were pure and immature, and his white jade-like body was dressed in a red dress. more childish.

The old bustard bought him from Yazi for training/teaching because he took a fancy to his gorgeous and innocent temperament, like white jade in the mud, and the incompatible temperament of the No. [-] brothel in central Sichuan arouses people's abuse/abuse /want.

"Tsk tsk! This weak water boy must be very fun to play! 520 taels!"

"I gave 550 taels."

"It's just a seller..." The person who couldn't afford it dismissed it.

"You don't understand. Our oiran is the first night, and this child is still rare and pure. The price is worth it!" The old bustard smiled enchantingly.

"Young Master Ruoshui! 600 to spend the night with you! I guarantee you won't get out of bed for three days!"

"Hahahaha, brother Liang, this doll looks like an old one, you can tell."

"650 taels!"

The benefactors downstairs added one by one, and the old bustard couldn't stop smiling from ear to ear, thinking that this child was worth buying. His strength was finally not in vain.

Chuning just stared at the man downstairs, his eyes were red and misty, but he was like a person who is experiencing nectar after a long drought, and he was not willing to look away for a moment.

The man sat upright among a group of blood-boiling dandies, with his long sword at his side, his graceful and slender back straightened, he casually played with the jade cup in his hand, his black hair like a crow's feather tied around his head back.

If his gaze had real sense, he would definitely feel that Chuning was trying to trace his deep and handsome facial features as sharp as a knife.However, he never looked up, with an attitude of being lazy to speak, with a hint of impatience, as if he didn't like this situation at all.

However, the dandy around him spoke to him excitedly, but he just frowned for a moment and responded casually.

I don't know what the dandy said to him, he raised his eyes and looked casually, but Chuning still didn't look away from him, the red rabbit eyes were full of hopeless expectation.

Watching him raise his eyebrows and look away, Chuning twisted the corners of his clothes with his thin fingers, so hard that his fingertips lost their color.

Sure enough, he still doesn't remember him.That's right, at that time his face was covered with blood, he didn't even know his name and name, so how could he remember it, he just rescued him casually.

Gradually, there was no sound of shouting bids on the field, only a stern and straight young man in black and a master over sixty years old were bidding.

However, Chuning was overwhelmed by the overwhelming despair.It's been too long, too long.He has always been submissive, a little more twists and turns, nothing more.

Why did you ask him to meet him again?

Originally, he had been convinced, and it would not matter how a bad life was degraded in the future.

Chuning, Chuning, you have to be content, this is God's favor for you, let you meet again, and die with peace.

You have to be content.

He closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes trembling, but there were no tears.

He couldn't cry anymore.

His name and surname, just heard that sound in pain, it was deeply engraved in his bones.

He still remembered the long and slender fingers like jade, which looked cold, but were dry and warm, and the cocoons from holding swords all the year round.It landed on his rotten and pus-feeding wound, and it even felt itchy.

Whenever he is in unbearable pain, as long as he thinks of that person, as long as he thinks of the encounter that day, all the pain he suffered in the past will be turned into soft sugar and scattered in the wind.

"2000 taels! Is there any more! Is there any more! If you don't ask for the price, Mr. Ruoshui will be taken away by this master!" The old bustard shouted excitedly downstairs, obviously she was very satisfied with this high price.

Chuning didn't look at the buyer who was about to buy him, but opened his eyes suddenly, staring at Shen Han downstairs for a moment, as if he had exhausted all his strength to carve this person into his bones.

The man lowered his head, and the gorgeous lights left light and shadows on his chiseled face, but he couldn't see his expression clearly, with a casual/uninhibited posture.

"Is there any more? That Mr. Ruoshui will... tonight..." The old bustard glanced at the benefactors with some reluctance, her face was still very happy, after all, the price had already made her ecstatic.

"1 taels." The voice was faint, without any emotion, but it made Chuning dare not forget it in this life, never to forget it.

The young man who huddled on the slum overnight like a bunny suddenly stood up as if he couldn't believe it, leaning on the mahogany railing, and opened his rabbit eyes in a daze, facing Shen Han's long and narrow black eyes.

"Ah!" The bustard looked surprised, and seeing that Shen Han was not joking, he immediately changed his face again, and stepped forward with a flattering expression to congratulate him, but was led away by Shen Han's hidden guards.

The benefactors and sons also exploded, but what is there to do with a handsome rabbit master?Need ten thousand taels to buy home?

"Second Young Master Shen really lives up to his name."

"I/Fuck, is the dandy young master crazy now? Let's just play around, who will come to Tianxianglou to buy such a thing?"

"Second Young Master? Shen Han? Are you crazy, want to play with the brothers and lend you their own?"

Everyone in this room is arguing endlessly with each other, but they feel that it is extremely reasonable. No one knows that Second Young Master Shen has always done whatever he wants, and no one can guess him for sure.

Looking back to find Shen Han, but found that he was no longer where he was.

Looking at the oiran throne again, the red silk is falling down, layer upon layer, so that people can't see clearly the inside.

"Why are you crying?" The voice seemed a little impatient, but Shen Han's sharp brows still had that open expression.

"Ah? I'm crying?" Chuning was like a frightened little rabbit. He felt that he was still smiling, as if he had obtained all the good things in the world. Can't stop gushing out.

Seeing the little rabbit-like boy in a hurry, Shen Han frowned and looked down impatiently, wiping away the tears on Chuning's face with his warm and dry hands.

The boy looked at him with innocent eyes.

Shen Han raised his eyebrows, and licked the tears on his hands with the red tip of his tongue.

"It's really bitter." His handsome brows were frowned.

Chu Ning trembled, but smoothed his frowning brows. The temperature was familiar and enough to warm the rest of his life.