Chapter 381 A dignified and solemn appearance, Amitabha Buddha
"Squeak—"
The moment the wooden door was pushed open, Lian Zhuo's footsteps froze on the threshold.
Those crystal eyes, which had just looked down upon all living beings with compassion and tranquility, suddenly narrowed.
What did he see?
The little girl he had thought would be a bit boring and would need to be comforted was now lying on the futon with her clothes disheveled, her black hair slipping from her snow-white shoulders to her collarbone, tinged with an alluring blush.
Lian Zhuo's breath hitched suddenly.
Hearing the sound, Huali on the futon immediately looked up, her voice filled with trust and reliance, "Lianzhuo, is it over?"
"Ugh... I think I drank fake alcohol." In just a short while, Karin felt dizzy.
I was conscious, but it felt like I was walking on a pile of cotton.
She was so focused on trying to sit up that she didn't notice that the movement caused her hair to brush against her rounded shoulders, and her loose collarbone to slide down again...
Lian Zhuo's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
The little girl in front of him, though seemingly innocent and naive, appeared to him like a bewitching spirit who had fallen into a sea of desire.
Every inch of skin, every glance, even every breath exudes an invisible, fatal attraction.
Lian Zhuo's knuckles, gripping the doorframe, turned slightly white. As his body trembled with Buddhist light, another massive barrier was flawlessly enveloped outside the meditation room.
As the door closed, the Buddhist disciple slowly approached.
"It just ended."
He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and with his fingertips carrying a cool Buddhist power, he gently brushed away the sweat-dampened strands of hair on Hua Li's cheek.
"Have you been drinking?"
If you listen carefully, you will find that the Buddhist disciple's voice is lower and hoarser than usual, with a subtle restraint.
Karin mumbled a confused "hmm".
With the human form for support, she simply leaned against Lian Zhuo's knees and looked up at him.
As it turns out, Pear King's alcohol tolerance has improved considerably.
She used to be oblivious to the world after just a few cups of fruit wine, but now she can down two large bowls of barley wine with ginger tea that's over 50 proof without batting an eye, and she still knows her own name.
Hmm... how can this not be considered progress?
Lian Zhuo's heart softened, and he could not help himself. He lowered his head and restrained himself to place a kiss on her slightly parted lips. "I'll take you to sober up."
Karin shook her head lazily.
Lian Zhuo said softly, "Or do you want to sleep for a while? The Butter Lamp Festival doesn't start until tonight."
Huali tilted her head back to meet the fleeting kiss. Lianzhuo still carried the chill of the snow-capped mountain peak, mixed with the ancient sandalwood and the coldness of the temple after the rain, creating a contradictory yet alluring atmosphere.
You smell so good.
Huali unconsciously rubbed her nose against the dzi bead hanging from his neck, her warm breath washing over Lianzhuo's pulsating artery. "Never mind, I won't sleep."
She put her arm around Lian Zhuo's neck and explained earnestly, "I didn't mean to drink. I know this kind of scene is important to you."
“You were glowing today…” Huali paused, seemingly searching for the right words in her mind, “like a lotus flower atop a snow-capped mountain, or the moon in the sky… in short…”
"Lian Zhuo, I think you are really amazing."
Huali nudged Lianzhuo affectionately with the tip of her nose as she spoke, "So don't worry, I can easily handle this little barley wine. I'm very clever."
Lian Zhuo suddenly chuckled very softly.
The vibrations of his chest transmitted through their pressed clothing. He lowered his head again, and their lips brushed against each other as they spoke:
"So you deliberately teased Uncle Wu?"
Huali laughed along, their breaths mingling and swallowing each other's last words, "He's the one who teased me first."
She wasn't that oblivious; she just found the old monk's kind face amusing.
Lian Zhuo sighed, gently tucking Hua Li's clothes around her, and reached out to pick her up in his arms. "I remember there's a spiritual spring nearby. I'll take you..."
The words came to an abrupt halt.
The little girl in his arms suddenly tilted her head back and, without warning, gently bit his lower lip with her pearly teeth. The slight stinging pain made Lian Zhuo's long eyelashes tremble and his whole body stiffen.
Rosewood looks kind of fun.
At this moment, the Holy Son of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect had an expression a thousand times more vivid than when she was being worshipped by ten thousand people on the snow mountain. So she intensified her efforts and moved closer again, her soft, wet lips brushing against Lian Zhuo's earlobe, deliberately biting the tip of her ear.
Just this one moment—
The clarity that had been frantically suppressed since she pushed open the door was completely extinguished in Lian Zhuo's eyes!
The Buddhist monk, who had been holding Huali's waist, suddenly tightened his grip. With his other hand supporting her knees, he sat back down on the futon and picked up the girl.
"Ah!" Before Huali's exclamation had even faded, her loose collar slipped down to her elbows, revealing a large expanse of her glistening, snow-white breasts.
Lian Zhuo leaned down and kissed him deeply, the scent of sandalwood and the chill of the snow-capped mountains seemingly trying to steal their souls away.
The Buddhist beads on the disciple's wrist pressed heavily against the exposed waist of the rosewood figure, while the precious stones around his neck sank into the skin that pressed against his body.
He was still wearing the brocade robe that was a blessing to all people, but the hem of the robe had already come tangled up, revealing the long, slender legs that were pressed tightly against the girl's.
One moment he was a holy Buddhist disciple, worshipped by all.
In that instant, he glimpsed a boundless spring scene that was uniquely his and led him to his doom.
Lian Zhuo pried open the defenseless teeth of the pear tree, her breath as hot as the cold sandalwood of the snow mountain.
Karin tilted her head back in response to the overly intense kiss.
Lian Zhuo gently squeezed the hand that was inserted into her hair.
He made the girl in his arms tilt her head back, revealing the more delicate lines of her neck.
He could clearly feel Huali's gradually rising body temperature and her increasingly rapid breathing.
During their passionate kiss, Karin unconsciously shifted slightly on his lap, trying to find a more comfortable position.
But then his movements suddenly stopped.
Huali: "?"
Huali was momentarily stunned, her thoughts becoming sluggish due to the effects of alcohol.
"Well....."
Lian Zhuo suddenly tightened his arms around her.
The Buddha's lips, which had been gently exploring, froze for the next second before turning into an even more intense kiss.
But that muffled groan was like a bolt of lightning, instantly cleaving through Huali's hazy mind!
After a moment of realization, she suddenly opened her eyes wide.
King Pear panicked completely.
She's the kind of person who only drives Mercedes in novels and has never even seen a kindergarten car in real life. How could she possibly handle such a scene?
Huali met the deep pool in Lianzhuo's eyes that seemed to swallow her whole, and her cheeks burned incredibly hot.
She swallowed hard, stammering, "I...I...you...you..."
In that instant when heat, suffocation, quiet room, lust, ambiguity, and panting intertwined, Karin's mind went blank.
Suddenly breaking free from Lian Zhuo's light kiss, she pressed her forehead against his and slowly uttered a few words.
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