With a creak, Hua Qingcheng pushed open the door. As soon as she entered the room, she saw her husband, whom she hadn't seen for more than ten days, sleeping soundly on the bed.
Yu Xiaotian, sleeping, curled up on his side, looked soft and adorable, his fair face slightly flushed. His sharp features exuded both childlike innocence and youthful handsomeness. The red lotus mark on his forehead accentuated his purity.
Hua Qingcheng came to the bed and directly pulled a chair to sit down in front of Yu Xiaotian. She raised her hand and gently stroked the three-petal red lotus mark on Yu Xiaotian's forehead. Hua Qingcheng, who was originally a little annoyed, looked at this young man who looked weak but was actually tough inside, and couldn't help but feel pity.
"Wife...wife master?"
He felt an itch on his forehead, as if being gently scratched by a feather, and then a moist and warm touch came from the side of his face. Yu Haotian suddenly opened his eyes, and ended up looking directly into Hua Qingcheng's pair of bright and clear eyes, and her red lips seemed to have just moved away from his face.
"woke up?"
Hua Qingcheng crossed her arms and leaned back on the chair, looking at Yu Xiaotian, who was lying on the bed with a look of surprise on his face, with a half-smile.
"Wife...wife! No, benefactor!"
Perhaps it was because Yu Xiaotian had been under the tyranny of Hua Qingcheng for a long time in the past, so when he saw Hua Qingcheng's face, Yu Haotian sat up from the bed and involuntarily called her "wife", but he immediately changed his words when he realized it.
donor?
Hua Qingcheng couldn't help but twitch her lips when she heard this. It turned out that she had just gone out, but her status in her young husband's heart had suddenly dropped from wife to benefactor?
hehe……
Is that Yu Haotian?
Is it Zen Master Mingjing?
Is he the Holy Son of Zhaoyang Kingdom?
However, no matter how many aliases he has, he only has one identity in front of Hua Qingcheng, and that is her little husband.
"Yu Xiaotian, are you trying to rebel? Huh?" Hua Qingcheng looked annoyed and raised her hand to gently pinch Yu Xiaotian's face.
"Donor, it's a sin, a sin!"
"When the Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara practiced the profound Prajnaparamita, he saw that the five aggregates are empty and thus transcended all suffering. Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness. Emptiness is not different from form. Form is emptiness. Emptiness is form..."
After slapping away Hua Qingcheng's claws that were wreaking havoc on his face, Yu Haotian clasped his hands together, closed his eyes slightly, and began to mutter something.
"I'm looking at you!"
Hua Qingcheng patted Yu Xiaotian's head lightly, but she was afraid of slapping him silly, so she didn't use much force.
"Donor, Mingjing is a monk." Yu Haotian stopped reciting the scriptures, opened his bright peach blossom eyes, and looked at Hua Qingcheng with an innocent face.
"Haha... a monk? Well, let me ask you, have you eaten meat in this past year in Huaqiao Village?"
"I ate... I ate." Yu Haotian lowered his head slightly with guilt when Hua Qingcheng looked at him.
"Have you been drinking?" Hua Qingcheng continued to ask relentlessly.
"Drink...drink." Yu Haotian lowered his head even more.
"Have you slept with me, your wife?" Hua Qingcheng stepped forward, lifted Yu Xiaotian's chin, and looked at him closely.
"Ah...sleep...sleep. Amitabha! Amitabha! Sin! Sin!"
Yu Haotian's cheeks suddenly turned red, and his ears were even redder than usual, so he lowered his head almost to his chest.
"Yu Xiaotian, listen to me! I don't care if you're Yu Xiaotian or Yu Haotian, or if you're Zen Master Mingjing or the Holy Son of Zhaoyang Country. To me, you only have one identity: my husband, Hua Qingcheng!"
"This Lord..."
"Your head!"
After Hua Qingcheng finished speaking, she hugged Yu Xiaotian's head and bit his lips slightly punishingly, putting all her longing, cherishment and love for him into a domineering yet lingering kiss.
A quarter of an hour later, Hua Qingcheng stopped kissing Yu Xiaotian.
"Are you still thinking about going back to be a monk?"
"No...I don't want to anymore."
"Yu Xiaotian, I'm telling you, if you dare to return to Tianlong Temple and become a monk, I'll build a nunnery across from it. You be the monk, and I'll be the nun. Then, every night, I'll help you break all your vows against meat, alcohol, and sex. I wonder if those old bald donkeys in Tianlong Temple will still want you."
"donor!"
"Hmm? I'll give you a chance to reorganize your words." Hua Qingcheng glanced at Yu Xiaotian leisurely.
"Master Wife~"
"Please forgive me! Can't I just return to secular life?" Yu Xiaotian looked at Hua Qingcheng with a look of despair. His silly look made him look like a little puppy in Hua Qingcheng's eyes.
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