Su Ziqing stopped at the last staircase and reached out to clasp her wrist.

Chi Yao felt his strength, and couldn't help but look back at him blankly, the confusion in his eyes made Su Ziqing can't help but tighten his throat, and he couldn't speak.

"I..."

The moment Chi Yao tilted his head to look at him, for some reason he had a trace of panic in his heart.

"I've explained to the host that the decision is still vulgar, maybe later... I have to leave Baolan Temple. ”

Chi Yao let out a light "hmm" and nodded slightly.

Su Ziqing looked at her attitude and breathed a sigh of relief for a while, and said softly: "You just wait for me in Baolan Temple, wait for me to pick you up..."

"I'm with you."

Chi Yao looked at him with a smile, shook her head slightly, and said in a soft and firm tone.

"Well, I don't want you to get hurt in this matter."

He stroked the top of her hair and rubbed it gently.

Chi Yao lowered her head by his strength, and didn't respond to him soundly, just stood there obediently.

He let go of the force that was clasping Chi Yao's wrist, and looked at her with doting in his eyes.

–

It's been a long and unbearable time.

Su Ziqing watched Chi Yao sway in front of him every day, but he could only suppress the desire in his heart, and his deep expression gradually darkened as the time Chi Yao spent by his side increased.

And the consequence of this is...

One afternoon, Su Ziqing closed the meditation room where the Buddhist scriptures were arranged, and the heavy door was gently covered, followed by a sound of locking.

He looked at Chi Yao, who was lying on the table and falling asleep because he was a little tired, his white and tender face was pressed by his arm with a faint red mark, and his reddish red lips pursed slightly.

The light outside the window also sneaked into the meditation room, and tiny dust floated in the air, projecting on her hair from time to time, adding a touch of inexplicable holiness and distance to her.

Su Ziqing frowned slightly at the mischievous light, glanced at the sunshine, and then sat silently in front of her, blocking some dazzling light for her.

The things that sorted out the Buddhist scriptures were also lightened, and finally gave up simply sorting out the remaining Buddhist scriptures, just silently looking at the Buddhist scriptures in her hand, occasionally looking at her delicate side face, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

When Chi Yao muttered and slowly opened her hazy eyes, she saw such a tempting scene, which made Chi Yao's head, who had just woken up, even more confused.

She threw herself into Su Ziqing's arms in a daze, and she automatically found a comfortable position in his arms, rubbing his clothes with a satisfied smile on her face.

Su Ziqing put down the Buddhist scriptures in her hand when she pounced on her, and deliberately freed up two hands to catch her.

He touched the top of her hair with a match.

"The sutras will be sorted out tomorrow, so I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Okay."

"Guy with no conscience, I'm not sad when I'm gone?"

It seems to be a playful smile, but the tone is a faint loss.

"Why is it sad?"

Su Ziqing's stroking hand suddenly paused, and his eyes were lowered to see his expression.

"Didn't I go with you?"

After listening to Chi Yao's words, Su Ziqing's heart fluctuated greatly, from heaven to earth for a while, and the gap was huge.

"Why do you still want to be with me?"

Su Ziqing, who was expecting her answer, asked inexplicably, hoping that it was the answer he wanted, but also afraid that it was his own self-inflicted affection.