"Put?"

Shu Ange smiled, his eyebrows became cold, and he said word by word: "When Xuanjing is willing to let me go, when will I let go of the master." ”

She was aggressive, Xuanjing opened her eyes, there was no joy or sorrow in her eyes, and there was no Shu Ange, only the pond was full of wind and lotus.

"Your Majesty is ordered to sit in the sky and own the world, and you have your own good materials to match, so why bother to embarrass the poor monks."

The more light he was, the more Shu Ange's anger swelled up: "Since the master has no intention, why don't you look into my eyes and speak." ”

She leaned forward, but Xuanjing turned sideways to avoid it, slowly turned her head, and stared into Shu Ange's eyes: "Your Majesty, all the bad karma created in the past was born from beginningless greed and hatred, born from body, speech, and mind, and I repent of everything now." ”

"Huh."

Shu Ange laughed at himself and approached the mirror again: "If I don't want to, if I don't allow it, if I don't allow it." ”

Her eyebrows were wanton, and her tone was arrogant and domineering.

Xuanjing twisted the Buddha beads, looked compassionate, and bowed to Shu Ange.

Shu Ange reached out to grab Xuanjing's wrist, he dodged away, and the two made another move.

After months of training, Shu Ange was no longer Wuxia Ameng, and Xuanjing's martial arts were not as good as the empress, and after a few moves, she threw Xuanjing to the ground.

This is a very ambiguous posture, and Shu Ange only realized it after pressing the mirror to the ground.

To prevent him from breaking free, she pressed his arm with one hand, her thighs pressed against his body, and her arms pressed against his chest.

Xuanjing was pressed on the cold ground, Shu Ange's wanton eyebrows were close at hand, at this moment, he gave up the struggle, and sighed slightly and said: "Your Majesty is a draft to get married, and the poor monk Angelica Lanruo Temple." ”

Seeing that he was still unwavering at this moment, Shu Ange couldn't help but be angry.

Obviously, his heartbeat was close at hand, and his temperature was as hot as hers, but he wanted to think of himself as a heartless wood carved Buddha statue.

Looking at his clear eyes, Shu Ange no longer hesitated, leaned over and forcibly kissed him.

When the lips of the two touched together, Xuanjing frowned, but Shu Ange almost used all his strength to restrain him, and he could only passively accept this kiss.

Perhaps because of his long-term vegetarian conditioning, his breath is warm and clean, with a faint sandalwood fragrance, which makes Shu Ange very happy in his heart.

After Shu Ange's lips were attached to his thin lip flap, he had to inch in and out to entangle with his lips and teeth, but who knew that Xuanjing closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, without any intention of cooperating.

Seeing him like this, Shu Ange's eyes darkened, and he gently traced the shape of his lips with the tip of his tongue, and after tracing it again, he kissed his eyes again.

Her kiss was lingering, her breathing was scorching, Xuanjing had never been so bewitched, her heart involuntarily beat faster, and even her breathing became cramped.

At this moment, he suddenly realized why monks needed to abstain from sex.

Monks often accompany the ancient Buddha of the green lantern, the world only loves the living color and fragrance, a thought of the heart of the devil, the mirror is extremely restrained.

"Your Majesty, please—"

Before the heavy words of Xuanjing could be spoken, Shu Ange took advantage of him to speak, and slipped the lilac tongue into naughtily.

He wanted to grit his teeth, but Shu Ange didn't care, if he bit down, he would inevitably hurt her.

Shu Ange's kissing skills were jerky, and after kissing indiscriminately, he was out of breath first, and he was afraid that Xuanjing would be angry, so he took the initiative to let go of Xuanjing and ended the kiss.

Xuanjing's face was as usual, Shu Ange's face was crimson, her eyes were full of water, she stood up, and watched Xuanjing sit up from the ground and straighten out the monk's clothes and hat as usual.

(Lalala, finally kissed, sprinkled flowers and flowers, but Su, the Xuanjing mirror is going to be angry, what should I do if it is swollen~)

【One Sentence Small Theater】

An Ge: "The Lun family doesn't want to be the empress, the Lun family wants to be hugged by the Xuanjing!" ”

Xuanjing: "......"