When the monk spoke, he was always sharp, and she wanted him to be more straightforward.

Do you like her, or don't you like her?

Fahai clasped his hands together and said in a low voice:

"It is useless to escape, only to face the heart."

"When the master says this, I will think that he has agreed to have a formal relationship with me~" Qian Huang smiled and hugged his neck, sighing like an orchid.

Fahai lowered his eyes, full of confusion:

"The Buddha said that the poor monk is affectionate, but I don't understand ......"

With a wave of his hand, he blinked:

"It's all right, you walk more in the red dust, and you'll understand. Or, I'll teach you~"

Fahai looked at her, bowed slightly, bowed halfway, and said seriously:

"Please also ask the donor to teach me."

She was teasing him, but he was still so serious that she almost laughed.

It's just that between the black hair, his jade-like face is becoming clearer, his eyes are clear, and his expression is gentle and compassionate.

In his eyes, there is no distraction, only thirst for knowledge, and he is simply a primary school monk.

She only looked at the solemn monk for a moment, and she couldn't smile anymore.

In my heart, there was a burst of love.

She gently pinched his cheek and attached it to his ear, and said in a low and smiling voice:

"How can you, be so cute?"

Fahai subconsciously tilted his head to avoid the warm breath she had spilled.

The slight itching in his ears reminded him of a time when she bit his ear......

The roots of the white and jade ears quietly turned red.

But she looked at it.

Trolling couldn't help laughing, held his face, and kissed it presumptuously and boldly......

……

After the end.

She nestled softly in his arms, resting on his broad, hot chest, listening to his fierce heartbeat gradually steady.

She asked, "Just now, were you happy?" ”

Fahai let out a low "um".

A heart, indescribably soft at this time, gently stretches out, leaving all the worries of the past behind.

In my heart, there seem to be flowers blooming, butterflies breaking out of their cocoons, and spring is full of gardens.

He vaguely felt that she and the Buddha seemed to be compatible.

The two of them rubbed for so long, and the twilight was lightly covered.

Fahai looked at the sky:

"In half an hour, it will be completely dark."

He tried to stand up, but as soon as he landed, his leg bone hurt so much that he had to sit back on his lap......

Her legs, which were originally snake tails, had just been formed after a catastrophe, and they were very delicate.

After her treatment, the wound on her leg had healed, and the brown scar had fallen off, but it was still bloody and terrifying.

Fahai glanced at it, then twisted his eyebrows, checked it, and found that the wounds were perfectly healed, and said with a slight sigh of relief:

"The poor monk washes the benefactor."

He was about to get up, and he put one hand on his shoulder:

"Wait, it's inconvenient for you to have such long hair."

Fahee paused.

He had forgotten about it, but felt that his head was a little warmer than before......

Trolling Huang tore a strip of cloth from his shirt and curled his hair with a smile.

In fact, she has always believed that bald head is the only criterion for testing beauty.

Hair has the effect of grooming and disguise.

Therefore, with a bare head, the requirements for facial features, skin and bone are much higher.

However, her Ah Chen, no matter how good-looking.

Simply tied his hair and put a bun on the top of his head, and he was already graceful and clear as jade.

She looked at him with crooked eyebrows, with the illusion that he was already vulgar.

Fahai gently touched the unfamiliar bun on his head, and said gently:

"Even if you have hair, a poor monk is still a monk."