"What wishes?"

Mo Ran was curious, the immortals of this world seemed to be omnipotent, and he didn't know what Fusang's wishes would be unfulfilled but wanted to fulfill.

"I ......" Fusang was too embarrassed to speak, he didn't want to come out and put pressure on Mo Ran, he wanted her to decide whether to stay willingly.

"Okay, you don't need it, the wish won't work when it comes out!" Mo Ran interrupted Fusang's unspoken wish, "Quickly blow out the candle!"

Fusang blew out the candle and wondered, "What does this mean? How come I have never heard that my birthday needs to be like this?"

"You haven't heard much. Mo Ran turned into a dagger in his hand, cut the cake into pieces, picked up a piece and brought it to Fusang's mouth, "Taste it." ”

Fusang's gaze seemed to be unable to take his eyes off Mo Ran's face, and after a pause, his thin lips opened lightly, and he took a bite of a piece of cake handed over by Mo Ran's hand, and the sweet scent of osmanthus flowers could make him temporarily ignore the fishy smell of eggs. The most important thing is that this is the first time she has carefully prepared for him, even if there are flaws, he feels like he is happy.

"It's delicious, what's this called?" Fuso took another piece and fed it to his mouth.

"Birthday cake, we all eat this for birthdays there, but you don't have an oven here, sugar, lemon or anything, I know it's a little fishy, but the materials and equipment are limited, so it can only be made like this." Do you really think it's delicious?"

Mo Ran didn't expect Fusang, who has always been picky about food, to think it was delicious, I don't know if it was to comfort her.

"I really think it's delicious. Although Fusang didn't understand what Mo Ran's materials and equipment were, he couldn't help but be happy when he saw her so attentive.

"Well, I'm so smart, it's hard for me to cook. Mo Ran said smugly, "There are other dishes you can also try, and they must be a lot better than last time." ”

"Okay, I'll be sure to finish it all. Fuso smiled lightly.

"That's a face-saving thing. Mo Ran laughed twice, it's really nice that someone loves to eat what he makes.

Mo Ran looked at Fusang in front of him, squinted his eyes and said, "Master, how do I feel that you are so gentle today?"

"Am I usually fierce?" Fuso asked, picking up a piece of meat and eating it.

"No, the last time you let you eat my cooking, you warned me not to go into the kitchen again, but now it seems to be extra forgiving. "Mo Ran knows that his cooking skills are limited, and although the dishes he makes are not unpalatable, they are definitely not delicious.

"I'm happy for my teacher today, my apprentice finally knows how to spend time and be filial to my teacher. Fusang smiled at the corner of his eyes, his silhouette was more gentle and soft in the moonlight, and he was like the arrogant and intransigent appearance on weekdays.

Mo Ran pandered: "That's nature, Master is my reborn parent, it is right to do this, it should be!"

Fusang put down his chopsticks, his smile stopped abruptly, and he pouted and whispered: "Who is going to be your reborn parent, does this Shenjun look very old?"

Mo Ran coughed lightly twice, and said in his heart: "Didn't you bring yourself into the role of your father? ”

All women's hearts are undersea needles, and men's hearts are undersea needles!

"Neither old nor old, Master will always be young!" Mo Ran said in a childlike tone, while pouring a glass of wine for Fusang, "Master, you continue to eat, there is still wine, this is a must-have in the mortal world that I bought back from Pingjiang City, and it is heavy to carry it back, and I am ...... exhausted."

After eating, Mo Ran accompanied Fusang to drink several cups of peach blossom brew, a little drunk, stood up and shook his head and pointed to the moon, "Master, what is it like on the moon?

"Chang'e, haven't you heard of it, do you want to go up and have a look?" Fusang put down his wine glass and stepped forward to support the swaying Mo Ran.

"You, in your world, there is no Chang'e in the Moon Palace?" Mo Ran's words were already uncontrollable, and his footsteps were trembling.

"You've drunk too much, I'll help you in and rest." Fusang said softly, "The amount of alcohol is so bad and you still drink so much......"

"I'm not drunk! Master, I still have a gift for you!" Mo Ran shook over and opened the carved wooden box prepared in advance, and the two sets of clothes made of white cloud brocade in the wooden box were neatly stacked, "Look, is it good-looking? One is yours and the other is mine! From now on, we Yanggu will also be like the Immortal Cultivation Sect, yes, there are uniforms......

She stretched out her clothes and compared them to Fusang, "Well, it fits!

As she stepped back, she stepped on the skirt of her skirt and planted straight forward. Fusang put away his clothes, easily took her, and took her into his arms, "I'm not drunk yet, and the road is unstable......"

Mo Ran's eyes were confused, he looked at Fusang, and said vaguely: "Master, you are so good-looking, how can there be such a good-looking person as you in this world......

She reached out, her fingertips gliding gently over his eyebrows, eyes, and the bridge of his nose, and then over his lips, her fingers stopped, and she stood on her tiptoes slightly.

Fuso's eyes widened, and his breathing seemed to be out of control. But he enjoyed this feeling very much, and he didn't want to push her away, so he turned his head and whispered: "Mo Ran, you are drunk......"

"No, I'm not drunk!" Mo Ran pouted and shook his head, hooking Fusang's chin so that he had to face her.

The way he looked at her was so gentle and charming that she couldn't help but be fascinated.

What you don't dare to do when you're sober, you have to be bold with a lot of alcohol. At this moment, she decided that she was going to "deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors, and defile the gods" once, and it would not be in vain to come to this world.

At this moment, countless peach blossom petals floated in the wind, surrounding the pavilion in circles.

Mo Ran wrapped his hands around Fusang's neck, closed his eyes and kissed him on the lips.

Fusang was stunned for a moment, her breath accompanied by the faint aroma of wine was close at hand.

"She was drunk to do this, and she must not have meant it that way. Fusang thought of this, wanting to push her away, not wanting her to do something that she would regret when she woke up, but the cat-like girl in his arms made him want to stop.

Then, completely succumbing to her tenderness, he leaned down, closed his eyes, and lingeringly deepened the kiss.

The moonlight was shining, and time seemed to freeze.

......

I don't know if it was the wine or Fusang's kiss that made Mo Ran feel dizzy, and she fell asleep after the kiss.

Fusang carried the sleeping Mo Ran back to the room, gently placed her on the bed, and covered the quilt. He squatted beside her bed, remembering the kiss just now, his heart trembled, he stared at Mo Ran, whose cheeks were slightly red, and looked at it like this for a long time, before he was willing to turn around and leave.

As soon as Fusang turned around, he heard Mo Ran muttering in a dream: "But I'm not Mo Ran, I, I'm Zhang Yan......"

"Zhang Yan?" Fusang said the name suspiciously, "Who is Zhang Yan?"

He turned around and touched her forehead, it should not be a fever, and it shouldn't be nonsense.

But combined with some of her unusual behaviors, could it really be that she was not Mo Ran, nor did she belong to this world, as she had just come to Yanggu? He had never heard of such strange things, was this possible?

Could Zhang Yan be the girl lying on the white bed in Mo Ran's mind?

Fusang didn't have a clue when he thought about it, if she wasn't Mo Ran, then who was this girl who made him excited, happy, and worried?