Huiqing has never had such an embarrassing moment.

Her tears and whimpering, like the sharpest of sharp weapons, gently cut open his heart......

He desperately wanted to escape, but he couldn't leave—he was hugged tightly by her, like the only treasure in the world.

A strange and strange slight pain arose in his heart, and Hui Qing's face was dyed with a faint flush, but it was a little pale.

His long eyelashes trembled, and his eyes were suspicious and uneasy, revealing a little trepidation.

Why?

Why did she cry and make him feel sad?

He didn't understand.

He's obviously a monk with six pure roots!

Although he would pity the weak woman who was crying, he knew that the fine pain in his heart now, like being bitten by insects and ants, was not pity.

But he was powerless to stop it.

He couldn't push the heartbroken, sick little girl aside.

Tilting Huang hugged him tightly, tears rolled down, and he called softly: "Ah Chen, Ah Chen......"

The tone exudes endless tenderness and sourness.

In her light call, Huiqing gradually showed a somewhat confused look, vaguely dizzy.

In his mind, some broken pictures appeared, distant and faint, as if they were about to disperse when they were gently blown by the wind.

There is also an inexplicable and vague feeling, like a long-hidden seed that has been hidden for a long time and wants to sprout from the bottom of his heart......

This strange feeling, like a dense vine, wrapped around him from head to toe, making him unable to move, almost out of breath.

He was extremely depressed in his heart, and couldn't help but want to escape, but he turned his eyes sideways, and his tone was soft, as if pleading:

"Donor, don't do this......"

Being held by her is like being in a sea of swords and fire, and every moment is torment, as if you have done something very wrong.

Tilting Huang raised his misty teary eyes, and made a soft voice like a kitten, with a cautious and stubborn expression:

"You can call me Huang'er, just like before."

"Huang, Huang donor......" Hui Qing called out in a hurry, his voice was low and deep, trying to hide the panic in his tone.

She didn't know that her hug, her body, seemed to carry an electric current, and every touch made a tingling itch......

If he hadn't tried his best to restrain himself, he would have been trembling a long time ago.

It didn't take long.

The arm around his waist suddenly loosened and hung limply.

"Donor?!" Hui Qing was startled, and felt that the person behind him seemed to have lost all his strength and lay on his back softly.

He quickly turned around, caught the limpy little girl, probed her snort, and rolled her eyes.

She seemed to be crying so much that she had gone away.

But it still burned badly, and his cheeks burned like a red-hot soldering iron.

Huiqing was so worried that her heart was about to curl up, but she couldn't help but sigh with relief.

was hugged by her so tightly again, and the fear and depression in his heart would be irrepressible......

The handsome monk, with thin lips pursed, turned his head, wrung out the handkerchief in the basin, looked at the sleeping little girl, and was silent for a while before reaching out to her.

The slender and bony big hand is extremely stable even in the face of the most powerful monster, but at this time, it trembles slightly......

He slowly and gently wiped the tears from her face.

She is a delicate and immature little girl, but she is also a pink monster who hooks the devil in his heart.

Hui Qing took a deep breath and exhaled, but he still felt it clearly-

In his heart, a sleeping beast was awakened, and it was slowly waking up......