The next second, a beautiful face suddenly appeared in front of him, with curved eyes and a mischievous smile: "Where did this monk come from? He's so handsome!"

SPIEGEL: ...

He stepped back slightly and clasped his hands together: "Princess."

Wen Yu pointed at the tip of her nose: "Princess? Are you talking about me?"

Mingjing observed the state of Wen Yu's spirit: "You don't remember anything?"

"What do you remember? I've been here all this time. There's no one around. It's all white. I'm almost dead bored, but..."

Wen Yu grabbed Ming Jing's hand and said with a smile, "Although I don't know where you came from, now I have someone to play with, and he's a handsome monk."

As he said this, he lifted Mingjing's chin with his hand.

SPIEGEL: ...

"Princess, please let go."

"No."

"The eldest princess..."

"No."

With a swish sound, the sleeve of Mingjing's monk robe was torn apart by Wen Yu.

SPIEGEL: ...

He put his hands together and said: "Amitabha."

Wen Yu took the torn sleeve and shook it in her hand, a little confused: "I just wanted to tear your clothes in my mind, why did it tear?"

After she finished speaking, Wen Yu thought of a picture in her mind.

The next second, Mingjing's belt suddenly loosened and fell down without anyone touching it, and the collar of his monk's robe opened slightly, revealing a small part of his chest.

SPIEGEL: ...

Wen Yu blinked: "Oh~ Where did this come from, such a fun new toy?!"

SPIEGEL: ...

"Princess, please don't let your imagination run wild..."

Wen Yu was very excited and said, "Look, I'll strip you naked!"

SPIEGEL: ...