After a pause, her voice was inexplicably tinged with embarrassment: "Hey, have you hugged me enough? I told you I would be careful next time."

The little monk suddenly came to his senses and took several steps back, but accidentally stepped into the stream behind him.

Seeing his dull and shy look, Leng Yumo couldn't help but burst into laughter.

This time it was her turn to reach out and pull the person back.

"I'm talking about the little monk." Leng Yumo stretched out her hand and patted his chest, "Miss, I'm not even shy yet? Why are you shy? If you show such a pretty and delicious look again, sister, I will be moved and snatch you back.

I’m overpowering my husband!”

"No...I...please...please respect yourself, girl!"

Leng Yumo raised her hand to lift his chin, looking at his trembling long eyelashes, the beads of sweat dripping from his straight nose, and his slightly trembling lips, she felt an increasing desire to tease him.

"Respect yourself? I am very light, young lady. How can I respect myself? Why don't you teach me, little monk?"

As he spoke, he slowly moved towards the young monk's lips.

Jingyuan's eyes widened little by little, and the hands hanging by his sides were clenched tightly.

If he wanted to retreat and push the woman in front of him away, it would be extremely easy.

However, as Leng Yumo approached.

The tip of his nose smelled the scent that belonged exclusively to this girl.

Open-minded, sassy and full of vitality.

It was a color he had never seen before.

It's like a fire lit in the coldest night of winter, so warm and bright.

He is naturally attracted to people like him who long to be close and possessive.

The bright red lips are very close, and getting closer and closer.

A devilish desire suddenly arose in his heart.

If he could capture her, would he be able to possess fire and light?

No!

All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in dreams, like dew and like electricity...

He promised Master that from now on he would let go of the past and forget all attachments and desires.

"Pfft!"

Just when Jingyuan's heart felt like it was struggling in a frying pan, the girl's uncontrollable chuckle came to his ears.

"Really, I don't really want to molest you? Why are you showing such a look of death?"

Leng Yumo patted his chest gently, straightened his wrinkled clothes, and then smiled and said: "I'm just teasing you, why are you so scared? No matter how hungry I am, I can't treat a little monk

Let’s do it! Don’t worry, your chastity will be firmly preserved, Master Jingyuan.”

Jingyuan's face suddenly turned red again, his expression slightly aggrieved and resentful.

There was also a trace of loss that even he himself was not aware of.

"Haha, okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. Let's go, let's go to the soul nourishing pool quickly."

She couldn't wait to see her mother.

"Yu Mo?"

The two were about to separate when a familiar call came from behind them again.

It's Leng Zhixuan.

"Uncle Zhixuan!" Leng Yumo turned around excitedly.

Leng Zhixuan is here, so her mother must be nearby.

However, what greeted her was not the excitement and joy of Leng Zhixuan's reunion after a long absence, but the stunned and shocked expressions of the two of them.

However, Leng Zhixuan is Leng Zhixuan.

He quickly calmed down, walked up to her with a smile, and looked her up and down.
Chapter completed!