Her smiling eyes slowly approached, like a spring breeze slowly blowing on her face, and like ten miles of peach blossoms scorching and blooming.

Xuanjing knew that he should dodge, but his body was completely frozen there, and there was even a slight expectation in his heart.

When the lips of the two were only less than a centimeter apart, and Shu Ange got a little closer, and her eyelashes could brush on Xuanjing's face, she stopped.

This is a very ambiguous distance, Shu Ange's black and white eyes are full of cunning light, and the back of Xuanjing's ears is slightly red.

She didn't speak, she didn't speak, she just looked at the mirror fixedly.

Xuanjing's throat was a little dry, and his eyes involuntarily looked at Shu Ange, as if he was bewitched, and put his lips to it.

This was the first time Xuanjing took the initiative to kiss Shu Ange, she slowly fell backwards, and he really reached out to hug her so that she would not fall to the ground.

Xuanjing has always been pure-hearted and has few desires, and he has been molested by Shu Ange a few times in his life, and he has never been close to a woman before he met the destined enemy.

His kiss was very clumsy, Shu Ange could feel Xuanjing's hand holding his waist trembling slightly, he kissed carefully, and he didn't even dare to take the initiative to pry open her teeth, just rubbed lightly on her lips.

Shu Ange took the initiative to lightly open his lips, and the Xuanjing movement stopped, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings, inciting his indescribable mood.

His eyes are bright and dark, and outside the window, lotus flowers dance lightly in the wind, and the fragrance is faintly visible.

Since that spice was tampered with, Xuanjing's residence had not used incense again, but at this moment, he smelled a fragrance like a blue and an ice musk.

This fragrance was the strongest on her neck, and Xuan Jing had the urge to lower his head and sniff the past, and he subconsciously grabbed Shu Ange's body.

The two bodies were close together, and their hearts were also entangled.

After the long kiss between the two ended, Shu Ange stretched out his hand to hold Xuanjing's face, his eyes slightly raised: "Do happy things with people who are destined, don't ask if it's a catastrophe or fate, Xuanjing, you are still vulgar." ”

Hearing the word vulgar, Xuanjing frowned, and there was a little more indescribable melancholy in his eyes that were like peach blossoms.

"Your Majesty."

Shu Ange pressed his fingers to his lips and shook his head: "I will allow you to call me Mochizuki." ”

"Returning to the ...... World"

Xuanjing looked at Shu Ange's expectant eyes, and said with some difficulty: "The poor monk has been sluggish since he was a child, if it weren't for the mercy of my Buddha and the grace of the abbot, I am afraid that he would have been destined to enter reincarnation." ”

Shu Ange's fingers pressed against Xuanjing's lips, and as he spoke, she moved her fingers away little by little, revealing a look of disappointment.

"If you are still vulgar, I am willing to reshape the golden body of the Buddha in Lanruo Temple, and I am willing to give ten thousand taels of gold."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Xuanjing seriously.

However, Xuanjing chose to close his eyes, showing a painful look on his face.

Everything was in plain sight, Shu Ange smiled, and said with some sadness: "I understand, you can bear me, but you can't bear me." ”

After she finished speaking, she got off the mirror and turned around and walked in the direction of the door.

Xuanjing's body was light, and the warm fragrance and Wenyu had already left, he listened to her heavy footsteps, and his heart was tormented, but he didn't dare to open his eyes and watch her leave.

Shu Ange's steps were heavy, and countless situations of the two getting along flashed in his mind, and the sourness spread from his heart.

If he doesn't live up to it, can he fail her?

"Target person's opinion +5, current opinion 64."

The system prompt sound did not make Shu Ange happy, and before she was about to go out, she held on to the door frame and said with the mirror on her back: "All love will be impermanent for a long time, and life is more fearful, and life is in danger of morning dew." From love to worry, from love to fear, if separated from the lover, worry-free and fearless. ”

After going out, Shu Ange walked across the plank road happily and walked towards her with a happy face.