The oriole gently jumps on the branches, the song is graceful and listening, the butterflies fly into the flowers to chase and play, and the willow branches sway in the wind as beautiful as Qiongyu.

Shu Ange propped himself up with his hand, and slowly approached Xuanjing's peaceful and indifferent handsome face: "Is there really no red dust in the master's heart, then I am also color in your eyes, that is, emptiness is color." ”

As she spoke, her body was almost leaning on Xuanjing's body, and Shu Ange deliberately exhaled at Xuanjing's ear, in order to make him show his shyness and uneasiness.

Who knew that Xuanjing had endured it, and in the face of her deliberate teasing, he still remained unmoved, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, there is a difference between men and women, please respect yourself." ”

is a good self-respecter, Shu Ange was annoyed by what he said, and only put a picturesque pink face towards his lips, intending to let him break his vows and disturb him with a pool of spring water, to see if he can still be calm.

Yun Wangyue is too solemn, although she loves Xuanjing in her heart, she has never taken a step beyond Lei Chi, and has always treated each other with courtesy.

But Shu Ange is different, her stubbornness is buried in her bones, and she will never give in easily when she believes in something.

Moreover, she also has an awkward pride, and when faced with rejection and annoyance, she is prone to do things that are beyond her reason.

There has always been one and two things like forced kisses, and seeing that Shu Ange was about to succeed, who knew that the person in front of him put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, and moved to another place together with the futon under the seat.

"Your Majesty, there are tens of thousands of sons and daughters in the world, and there is only my Buddha's compassion in the hearts of poor monks."

Shu Ange pounced, and was rejected again by Xuanjing, and the character of not admitting defeat came out, and he chased after Xuanjing again without perseverance.

Xuanjing also has kung fu, this is the conclusion that Shu Ange came to from his previous moves.

But the monks are compassionate, and the kung fu they practice is just to strengthen their bodies, and Yun Wangyue is also a person who is both civil and military.

She preliminarily judged that the original owner's kung fu should be higher than Xuanjing, so she recalled the original owner's usual practice and routines of fighting with others in a hurry.

Shu Ange lifted his qi lightly, only to feel that his body was as light as a swallow, and he fell to the side of the Xuanjing lightly, and his movements were even lighter than he had just now.

This made Shu Ange very satisfied, and raised his eyebrows at Xuanjing and smiled: "Master, your kung fu may need to grow." ”

As she spoke, she reached out and grabbed Xuanjing's shoulder, trying to take him into her arms.

Shu Ange said that she is not a random hooligan, she is not a human being a hooligan.

Xuanjing's shoulders were slightly tilted, avoiding Shu Ange's movements, and frowned: "Your Majesty, please respect yourself." ”

Answering him was naturally Shu Ange's new round of attack, and she made up her mind today that she must take advantage of it.

first let Xuanjing get stained with female color, which moved his Buddha's heart, and then he could pull Xuanjing into the red dust and accompany her to be at ease.

When she really started to do it, Shu Ange found that maybe because she was not very used to kung fu, she didn't have an overwhelming advantage at all when facing the Xuanjing.

Many times, there is always a slight difference between the moves in Shu Ange's mind and the moves she sends, and it is this difference that makes her lose frequently.

The two figures shuttled back and forth in the room, and Shu Ange's closest to success was only to catch a corner of the Xuanjing monk's robe, and finally he broke free.

After a period of chaos, Shu Ange was so tired that he was drenched in sweat, and he sat on the futon with self-abandonment, looking at Xuanjing with great resentment: "Master, master, since you have seen through the red dust, why don't you let me get what I want." ”

(I'm tired of the baby, Blue Bridge wants everyone to hug it!!) There are also praise and recommendation votes. ）