The typhoon followed the torrential rain, and the hula roared and filled the door panels, and the night suddenly cooled down.

The Zhou family naturally prepared enough things for housing and transportation, and self-cultivation and vegetarianism did not treat their Zhou family's prince badly.

There is no heating in the temple, and there is no fireplace for charcoal in the dormitory.

Shen Jing covered two layers of quilts and was still afraid of the cold, her physique was really not good, she was afraid of the cold.

Got up and rummaged through the cabinet, only the thin blanket of autumn, the head poked out of the window, the ginkgo biloba was crumbling and particularly scary, and the room next door was still lit at two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Result –

With a 'bang', the window in front of her was hit by the falling branches of the ginkgo, and the glass shattered.

She was so frightened that she quickly withdrew her fingers.

The window crackled and fell to the ground.

Shen Jing froze, "It's bad, I shouldn't have opened you to abuse Typhoon." ”

hurriedly wrapped his coat tightly and knocked on Zhou Lushen's door.

The door opens.

Zhuang Ming came out of it and saw Zhou Lushen.

Xin's long and broad figure was backed by the light, covering the shadows on the ground, he was wearing a pure black silk shirt, the fabric was slightly thinner, and his hands were on the doorknob, and he said in a low and lazy tone, "What? ”

"It's cold." She was afraid that he would misunderstand and throw herself into her arms and hug her to the bed, so she hurriedly explained, "I still want a quilt." ”

Zhou Lu stared at her, and his long eyelashes fluttered gently as she spoke.

Outside the door, the typhoon frantically shook over the old trees, and the shadows of the trees were crushed.

"Do you want a quilt?"

She obediently hmmed.

Zhou Lushen laughed so much that his chest trembled slightly, and he pulled her hand directly into the door, and the beauty's little hand was pinched in the palm of his hand.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is it so cold?" ”

Shen Jing spoke without confidence, "You didn't look at the weather forecast." ”

As if indifferently he ordered, "Close the door." ”

Shen Jing turned around and closed the door inexplicably following his words.

Afterwards.

Her body suddenly took off, and she was packed in her arms by Zhou Lushen and thrown on the bed.

A bed of soft and pure white swan feathers was held up by her, and she had the residual body temperature of the son on Tuesday, which was indeed much warmer.

Zhou Lushen stood on the side of the big bed, with his long legs half against the bed, his upper body leaning down, looking at her.

The beauty's hair was spread out, curled up and slowly moved to the pillow, her eyes timid and pitiful.

Zhou Lu squinted and smiled, with a playful expression, "Crawling in the middle of the night, mistaking me." ”

"I didn't..."Shen Jing just didn't admit it, "I can't sleep well, how can I copy the scriptures for you tomorrow." ”

Zhou Lushen listened with relish, and her fingers suddenly pulled her hair hard, teasing her, her beautiful brows furrowed in pain, and she snorted again and again.

I have been patiently listening to Buddhist scriptures for a few days, and I have broken my vows with the sentence 'I am cold'.

He unfastened his clothes and said, "Lie down." ”

Shen Jing got into the quilt and obediently turned sideways to face him.

The lights are dim and dim.

The air was filled with the scent of his clothes, the sound of his breathing.

In her mind, there are only four words left, sharing the same bed.

He didn't break the rules.

Shen Jing didn't either.

Who dares to collapse at any time if one step is more.

I don't believe in Buddhism, but I didn't let them cross the red line in my literacy.

She really just came to rub the quilt, and Zhou Lushen's body temperature was hot, which was warm enough to warm the velvet.

The two tugged under the quilt.

She panicked and retreated to the edge of the bed, Zhou Lushen insisted that she come to sleep in her arms, and she was deadlocked, she put her head on the man's arm.

After a few months of reunion, except for the kiss that was broken, she and he seemed to have really not been in the same bed for a long time.

In the narrow place of the feather quilt, the gasping becomes disordered, and it is densely wrapped around each other.

Zhou Lushen hugged her sideways, rubbing his forehead against her forehead, "Is it still cold?" ”

"It's not cold."

"Feet here."

Shen Jing slowly looked up at him, and in his misty eyes, his appearance became extremely vague and mysterious.

She tucked her cheek to the side of his neck, "My feet are cold, can I touch you." ”

His voice was so hoarse that he couldn't do it, "I'm too hot." ”

Shen Jing raised her lips, curled up and gently rubbed her two little feet to the edge of the man's thighs, and was quickly caught by him.

He smiled in his voice, "Every time I hold you, I'm so thin." ”

In the white quilt, she was trapped in his chest.

"I've been a vegetarian these days."

Zhou Lushen's fingers lingered on her shoulder, "Let Zhuang Ming order a meal for you tomorrow, and I will raise you for nothing in the future." ”

"I don't like big fish and meat, shredded carrots are very fragrant." She doesn't want to.

She also said, "The little master will bake sweet potatoes, and last night he went to the open space in the backyard and dug out two, there are such big ones." ”

Also compared.

The size was compared to Zhou Lushen's eyes.

His eyes were dark and obscure, and he was silent.

Shen Jing froze, "I said something wrong?" ”

Zhou Lushen pushed her away, "Sleep by yourself." ”

Shen Jing was silent for a long time, and roasted sweet potatoes with a 10-year-old monk.

Tuesday's temper is really not good.

She poked his hard back, "Don't be angry Zhou Lushen, I'll send it to the Buddha Hall for you tomorrow." ”

-

Shimizu somen noodles for breakfast.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

Zhou Xiangqun holds an umbrella with one hand, holds a bunch of keys in his backhand, an executive jacket for all seasons of the year, and has a dignified appearance.

It's rare that my younger brother is punished, and I have to come and see it on a rainy day.

Shen Jing greeted like an old acquaintance, "Eat noodles." ”

Probably, Zhou Xiangqun gave her the feeling that she clearly had the aura of a black-bellied boss, but she was a high-ranking yaman without a frame, and she was very easy to get along with.

He put away the umbrella, took the dishes and chopsticks and sat down with peace of mind, and pretended to eat noodles.

Shen Jing pushed the bean sauce over, "Coming out of the Zhou family, didn't you have a feast?" ”

"Second meal." Zhou Xiangqun made good chopsticks, "Ah Shen." ”

"He doesn't eat noodles." Shen Jing said.

"I interceded for you." Zhou Xiangqun scooped a spoonful of soybean paste, "I can go back to the city at any time after copying the scriptures." ”

When he said this, he must have thought that he had copied the scriptures.

Shen Jing didn't dare to look up, "I didn't finish copying." ”

I didn't catch fish, I dried the nets.

Zhou Xiangqun glanced at her and smiled, "You two, you deserve it." ”

"The last time I talked like this, I was already angry." Shen Jing smiled, "What does it matter to me that he was punished, he will accompany him for 7 days, one million." ”

Zhou Xiangqun looked at her.

"It's going to make money."

Shen Jing took a sip of water, "How can I have you so despise worldly fame and fortune." ”

Zhou Xiangqun ate noodles slowly, wiped his mouth with a tissue, "What you want, why don't you ask him." ”

The son of a family who has always been silent and does not sleep and speaks, talks about speculation, and he will talk a lot with Shen Jing.

"I can't afford it." Shen Jing said slowly, "There are all that should be there, and I don't dislike more." ”

"Hurry up and eat, your mouth is oily, it's so ugly." Zhou Xiangqun snorted, and pushed the tissue to her in disgust.

Shen Jing felt that this person was blind, and he didn't put oil on his face, so where did the oil come from to get his mouth.

"You're just like Zhou Lushen."

Zhou Xiangqun looked back, "What's the matter?" ”

Shen Jing mixed the noodles, "I can't spit out ivory in my mouth." ”

It's quite familiar, like talking about family life.

Window.

Zhou Lu watched in silence at the men and women eating noodles in the room.