Rong Tian was stunned by the girl's eyes.

Thinking that she was concerned that her body was looked at by him, her phalanges curled up unconsciously.

"Donor ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Rao interrupted him, she raised her eyebrows slightly, "No matter who you are, you are called a "donor" in the master, right?"

Rong tilted her lips straight, and was about to open her mouth when she heard the girl continue to speak.

"My name is Jiang Rao, and the master can be called as he pleases."

He paused when he heard the girl's words, and said, "Miss Jiang." The voice is gentle and polite.

Jiang Rao was not surprised when she heard this.

She deliberately glanced down at her body that was covered by the thin, and when she raised her eyes, she just met the dark eyes of the man looking at her.

Immediately, Jiang Rao tugged at the corners of her mouth, "Thank you master for saving your life, although men and women don't kiss each other...... Sensing that the man's eyes trembled, Jiang Rao continued to spit out unfinished words.

"But I believe that Master Hidden White has broken through the red dust, and he will definitely have no distractions in his mind, so he doesn't have to mind."

Hearing this, Rong Tian's eyes changed almost imperceptibly, and he slowed down for a moment before he said, "So...... Very good."

Sensing the man's pause, Jiang Rao's eyes narrowed slightly, the narrow emotions in the depths of her eyes loomed, and the corners of her mouth were unconsciously hooked.

"The master thinks it's very good...... That's it."

Hearing the girl's delicate words, Rong tilted his eyes, and his dense and long eyelashes under the two thick eyebrows drooped slightly, casting a shadow on the lower eyelids, making it impossible to distinguish his emotions.

But Jiang Rao didn't care, she could sense one or two through the man's previous pause movements.

But she pretended not to know.

Jiang Rao shifted her gaze and landed unhurriedly on the candlelight in the room, "Master, what time is it?"

The girl's voice brought Rong back to his senses, and he replied, "About the hour."

Jiang Rao nodded lightly, and was about to say something more when the man opened his mouth again, "My name is Rong Tian."

"Forehead ......"

Jiang Rao was a little surprised, she didn't expect him to say his name directly, but what did he mean? She raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at him calmly.

Rong Tian spoke lightly, looking at her with a calm expression, "Everyone else calls me a master."

Jiang Rao paused, instantly understood what he meant, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised an arc.

She said, "Oh, the master's original name is so nice."

Rong Tian: "......"

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, his lips pursed a few times, and he looked at the girl's innocent look, but he didn't speak again.

The two were silent for a moment.

The room was a little too quiet for a while, and you could hear the sound of insects outside, and the night wind rustling the leaves.

Jiang Rao was disturbed by sleepiness, and involuntarily yawned, her eyes wet.

The voice was softer than before, "Master, do you have a place to sleep?"

Looking at the girl's appearance, he knew that she wanted to sleep, and he nodded, "Miss Jiang just sleeps."

Jiang Rao lay down unceremoniously, seemingly defenseless.

The faint fragrance of pine and bamboo lingering in the nose on the bed, like the sound of the branches shaking on a rainy night, making people feel at ease.

Seeing the sound of the girl's shallow breathing, Rong Tian was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect her to fall asleep so quickly.

After lowering the curtain for her, he walked away.

Hearing the movement beside the bed, the eyelashes of the person on the bed trembled and regained calm.

Rong Tian continued to sit cross-legged on the pu mat, and the jade-colored Buddha beads on his right hand slowly rotated between his fingers, quite rhythmically.

He suddenly remembered a hexagram that the abbot had given him when he first entered the Pujue Temple.

"The six relatives are thin, and there is no need to ask for anything; Blessings come from heaven, but the red dust has not come to fruition."

Rong Tian didn't believe it before, thinking that he would always live for revenge, but he looked sideways in the direction of the bed, and his eyes deepened a little.

So, is she a blessing for herself?

It's closed, and it's rotten.

I haven't thought about this interface yet.,So I don't know how to code words.,I'm thinking about it carefully today.,After that, try not to break it often.。