Yue Ying fell into that feeling as if she was addicted

Yue Ying's face immediately twisted her eyebrows, and she scolded her in her heart that this was too **.

Just when Yue Ying's head was still confused, Wen Xien turned to him, and his jade-like face returned to a cold look, "The poor monk can't quite understand what Yue Gongzi means. ”

Yue Ying immediately cleaned up the mess in her mind, frowned and swept her eyes, looked ahead and replied: "Monk, what's interesting in the temple, don't follow me, take you to see this prosperous world, you promise to be uncontrollable." ”

On the surface, Yue Ying said it in a casual tone, but in fact, his afterglow has been paying attention to the monk's reaction, as long as the monk is a little moved, then it means that there is still a chance to leave the monk behind.

Such a person should not be buried in a temple deep in the mountains.

It's a pity that Wen Xien didn't even blink his eyes, politely rejecting his kindness.

"Thank you for your kindness, but the poor monk is not greedy for these."

"Then tell me, what are you greedy for?"

Wen Xien can't quite understand why the teenager always has to be obsessed with her desires, Wen Xien can be a monk for so many years, which shows that she has no greed, and she can't say that she doesn't have greed, she can only say that she doesn't have greed.

But Yue Ying is pressing step by step, if Yue Ying just wants to use it to satisfy her desire to repay Wen Xien's kindness, then Wen Xien can be understood as a good intention.

Wen Xien looked at Yue Ying quietly, his eyes clear, "Poor monks are not greedy. ”

Yue Ying smiled mockingly, he didn't believe that a person really didn't have greed, as long as he was a person, he had desires.

"Well, you're a monk and you're really boring." Then Yue Ying suddenly remembered something, and her smile couldn't help but take on the elements of frivolity and mischief.

He casually put his arm on Wen Xien's shoulder, and then whispered, "What do you think of the maid's appearance just now?" That's the Oiran I bought from the Red Charm Building, and there are few women in this Lanzhou who can compare to her. ”

Then he stared playfully at Wen Xien's face.

Wen Xien smiled calmly: "Color is emptiness, and appearance is just a layer of skin, which will eventually change with time." ”

After finishing a sentence, Yue Ying didn't know whether Wen Xien's calmness was true or pretended, whether it was because it really didn't matter whether she was calm or in her eyes really felt that her appearance was not important.

How can a person's appearance not matter?

Yue Ying frowned and said "hey" to Wen Xien. Wen Sheen turned his head and looked at him.

Yue Ying stared at Wen Xien and asked, "Then have you ever broken the ring?" ”

Wen Xien shook his head with a faint smile.

"Really, fake."

Nod.

“…… How did you get through such boring days, aren't you boring? Your desires ......"

Yue Ying muttered in disbelief, but Wen Xien looked at him but smiled more gently and calmly.

Yue Ying was stunned for a moment, then twisted her eyebrows, moved her eyes to the side, lowered her arm from Wen Xien's shoulder a little crampedly, and sat up straighter.

I don't care what Wen Xien's expression is now.

- He reacted.

And even faster than the first time.

The previous feeling seemed to make him form a conditioned anti-reaction, as long as there is a stimulus, there will be a direct response.

He felt that he couldn't see the monk smile. The cleaner the monk smiled, the more he couldn't stand it.

Obviously, he was very disgusted with this kind of thing before, and he felt very disgusted.

Yue Ying couldn't understand how she could smile so cleanly, as if they weren't talking about something unspeakable.

However, what made Yue Ying feel the most unbelievable was his current situation.

Although his physiological reaction was very direct, Yue Ying didn't feel that he liked monks, maybe he was just confused by that face.

After all, with such a seductive face, it's not normal for people who don't react.

At this time, Wen Xien said lightly: "The reason why desire is called desire is because there is desire, if you don't even have desire, then there will be desire?" Physiological problems, human nature. ”

Which fox friend said something similar to the latter before, with a nonchalant joke.

But compared with Wen Xien, who had cold eyebrows and eyes in front of him at this time, the meaning and mentality were completely different.

That one makes people feel that they are used to indulgence and don't care, but this one thinks everything too rationally and doesn't care.

This monk has the rationality of an old man in his seventies and eighties, and the calmness and gentleness of a middle-aged man, but it makes people feel as naïve and ignorant as a six- or seven-year-old child.

Yue Ying was even more irritable, and he didn't know what he was worried about, so he couldn't calm down if he wanted to.

He felt like he had a magnetic field on his body, and he could feel it when the monk was around him and how close he was to him, making the cells in his body feel uncomfortable as if he had been stimulated.

"Nonsense, how can people have no desires, is it possible that you are still an immortal." He turned his head and asked Wen Xien viciously.

Wen Xien said indifferently: "There are no immortals." ”

Yue Ying picked up the wine glass and drank it all, her eyebrows and eyes were slightly gloomy, Wen Xien kindly persuaded her, but Yue Ying ignored her and didn't look at her.

- He didn't dare look at her.

Yue Ying didn't allow Wen Xien to laugh again, what would happen to him.

Of course, Yue Ying didn't think he would do anything to Wen Xien, but he couldn't stand the feeling, like a cat scratching at the tip of his heart.

What an annoying monk.

——

The lights are bright, and the wide and gorgeous palace is like daytime, but it is already three watches outside in the middle of the night.

The couch is set up with a green jade incense pillow, covered with soft silkworm ice sticks, and stacked with jade belts.

Yue Ying supported her head with one hand, sat up straight slightly on the soft couch lazily, her tall and straight body stretched out, and narrowed a pair of eyes that should have been amorous but unprovoked at this time.

The crystal bead curtain pours out, behind the curtain, someone caresses the piano with a veil, the sound of the piano flows between the ups and downs of the fingertips, or virtual or real, changeable, like a quiet stream dripping spring clear and ethereal and exquisite.

The incense is rich, erosive and drunk, and the human nature is completely decayed.

Yue Ying raised her hand lazily, and immediately two maids picked up the crystal bead curtain.

Sweeping his eyes, his eyes stopped on the face of the woman who was playing the piano with slightly lowered eyes and a fair and delicate face, and then swept over it.

(End of chapter)