“Knock…knock…knock…”

Shi An knelt on the Buddhist mat, his back straight and his eyes fixed on the side.

Qi Qing's mouth curled up into a faint smile, and he said in a pretentious voice

"ah…"

His whole body fell forward towards Shi An.

The moment before landing, he was embraced by a long arm, and Qiqing wrapped his arms around Shi An's strong waist.

The whole person huddled against Shi An's chest and laughed triumphantly: "Haha... Master Shi An, you are not concentrating on chanting the sutra..."

Shi An put down the wooden fish in his hand, sighed softly, and circled Qi Qing, shaking the person up.

"Qing'er, stop making trouble..."

"I'm not making a fuss, I'm not making a fuss..." Qiqing leaned sideways on Shi An, her thin lavender lips, and slowly approached.

The woman's sweet fragrance instantly filled Shi An's nostrils, and her thin lips brushed against his as the scoundrel continued his noisy conversation.

Shi An's narrow eyes grew darker as he felt the warm breath on his lips.

It was close enough to see the pure and smooth face, which had the texture of cold jade.

"Master Shi An... Have I seen you somewhere before?"

The purple eyes looked intently into the willow-shaped eyes that seemed to be filled with charm.

Those eyes were like a pool of spring water, rippling with blue waves, and like a sky full of stars, bright and dazzling.

Shi An said nothing, lowered his eyes slightly, and kissed those seductive thin lips.

His eyes became deep and fiery, as if they wanted to devour the person.

The purple eyes closed gently, and the long eyelashes with lavender tips trembled slightly in the air.

Shi An's breathing became rapid, and his hands tightly hugged the girl's waist, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.

Their lips touched gently, as if exploring each other's warmth.

Shi An's tongue gently outlined Qiqing's lips, as if he was painting a beautiful painting.