Mo Junran actually stood up, turned slightly sideways, and took off... the upper half of his robes in front of her.
That action.
So smooth!!
The robes slid down to the waist almost at the same time.
The entire powerful and strong back line caught her eye.
Yang Zhao was so shocked that his eyes widened slightly.
Almost subconsciously, she suddenly turned her back. Although there was nothing unusual on her disguised face, the exposed tips of her ears... turned red.
Even if she lived twice.
But she is still a woman after all, a native-born woman!!
Although she had seen Shen Li and Wei Yaer tangling together last time, in her eyes at that time, the two of them were just two beasts.
now……
"Where are the bath beans?"
At this time.
A man's deep voice came.
Yang Zhao resisted the urge to run away.
He took a deep breath, turned sideways and handed over the plate of bath beans in his hand.
It seems the distance is quite close.
But after she stretched out her hand, she found that she was still a little short of touching him. His eyes were covered with a white cloth, and she didn't dare to say a word. Since she couldn't touch him, he didn't know that the bath beans were already very close to him.
"What's wrong?"
Mo Junran, who had been waiting for the bath beans for a long time, frowned slightly: "This time is almost here, I need to use the bath beans to cleanse myself, otherwise I will miss the best time for salvation tonight."
Salvation?
Could it be that the stories about past lives and present lives that Ah Qing talked about were all recited by him when he performed rituals to pray for the souls of people on the eleventh and fifteenth days of every month?
Hearing this, Yang Zhao couldn't help but glance at him out of the corner of her eye. Because he turned slightly, she finally saw the words on his exposed chest. It was a Sanskrit word that looked very similar to the shape of "Zhao"... But she was sure that it was not her name...
Yang Zhao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Chen Liu?"
As if realizing something was wrong, the man raised his hand and tried to tear off the white cloth from his eyes.
Yang Zhao was shocked when he saw it.
She moved forward almost subconsciously, and quickly reached out to push the plate of bath beans into his raised hand.
But just now I got into trouble.
Next second.
She suddenly felt her feet slip.
His body was unstable.
Then, as if pushed by some force, she rushed straight towards the man in the pool.
Yang Zhao stared in shock.
But it's too late to do anything...
'thump'
Water splashed everywhere.
The pool is quite deep.
Yang Zhao's pounce almost overwhelmed her and pushed her into the pool. She also sank into the water uncontrollably. The warm water suddenly poured into her mouth and nose, making her panic for a moment.
She doesn't have many weaknesses.
The only thing I'm a little afraid of is water.
She is not good with water.
In order to overcome this weakness, her mother used various methods to train her when she was a child. However, even though she learned countless ways to swim, she still could not change her natural fear of water.
It felt like it came from the bones.
Just like now.
Her first reaction after entering the water was panic. Even though she held her breath at the first moment, her hands and feet were still struggling and thrashing in a disorderly manner.
Until he accidentally caught a piece of 'driftwood'.
Her panic gradually subsided, her brain caught up, and her feet stepped on the bottom of the pool. The water covered half of her chest.
But at this time...
"Is it you?"
Mo Junran's low voice sounded a little hoarse, as if he had choked on water.
The voice came from above her head.
Only then did Yang Zhao realize that he was clinging to the man's front, his hands tightly grasping his smooth and strong arms.
The water level was only up to his waist.
No clothes to cover.
The first thing that caught my eye was the Sanskrit on his sturdy chest and his beautifully shaped... eight-pack abs.
Very powerful.
Even with a sense of 'aggression'.
It was in stark contrast to his handsome and elegant appearance as a Buddhist disciple.
But that's not the point.
The key point is that she saw a shadow in the water, and the disguise on her face... actually fell off? ?
How is that possible!!
She was so frightened that she subconsciously wiped her face.
The smooth skin felt clear, and it was indeed without the disguised mask that Aunt Xu had covered her with.
Horror flashed in her eyes.
Aunt Xu's disguise will definitely not fall off when it comes into contact with water, unless there is something wrong with the water in this pool...
"Girl, why are you here?"
"Are you...looking for me?" The man's doubtful voice continued, and there seemed to be a hint of distant shyness in it.
Shy?
Yang Zhao couldn't help but raise his eyes.
What caught my eye was... the man's wet face. The white cloth covering his eyes had fallen off, and in his narrow, almond-shaped eyes, there was a flicker of shyness and an indescribable... innocence.
Yes.
There was a gleam of innocence in the eyes of a grown man.
His handsome face, which was like that of a Buddhist disciple, was stained with a crimson color, and the tips of his ears were also... red.
A pure look on her face.
Yang Zhao was completely stunned.
"Although I don't know why you've come, but we're already like this... I, I'll be responsible for you. I just don't know your name or where you live. I'll send someone to your house tomorrow to propose..."
Responsible?
Offer a marriage proposal?
Yang Zhao reacted instantly.
She let go of his hand as if she had been electrocuted. She was no longer afraid of water and turned around and paddled quickly to climb up to the edge of the bathtub. Her movements were so smooth that even modern swimmers were probably not as agile as her.
Seeing this, Mo Junran in the pool also wanted to follow.
"Don't move!"
Mo Junran suddenly stopped moving.
He just blinked his big, wet and pure eyes, looking at her with his head slightly raised...
After Yang Zhao climbed up to the edge of the pool, he wanted to run away.
But she thought of something and turned back.
Unexpectedly, she met the man's eyes and felt goosebumps all over her body. She resisted the urge to rub her arms and said, "I helped you once during the day. Tonight, just pretend you didn't see me. We owe each other nothing."
After saying that, Yang Zhao immediately left.
Mo Junran stood in the pool, looking at the woman who was running away as if she was being chased by a dog, and couldn't help but slowly curl up the corners of his lips.
At that moment, there was no trace of innocence or shyness on his face.
"No one owes anything to anyone?"
That’s a nice thought!
However, he had no intention of chasing after him at this time. He just sat back in his previous position, holding a mask that had just fallen off Yang Zhao's face.
"Chen Liu."
He spoke lightly.
A figure suddenly jumped out of the darkness.
Chen Liu tried his best to keep his face expressionless, his eyes slightly lowered, as if he was just a tool without any emotions. He stepped forward and bowed; "Master."
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