"Donor Miao, I am a monk and have precepts that prohibit me from marrying."
Mingyuan emphasized Buddhist precepts.
"Then I don't care. You're my fiancé."
Miao Xiaorou blinked her big, mischievous eyes and persisted.
"Miao, what can I do to get you to let me go?"
Mingyuan took another sip of wine and asked with the courage of the alcohol.
"Go back and marry me. After we have a child, I will stop chasing you."
Miao Xiaorou had a cunning look on her face and her eyes rolled around.
"You can still run away after having a child!" she thought to herself.
"Buddhism has precepts that monks cannot marry or have children."
Mingyuan once again emphasized the Buddhist precepts, but his tone was not as firm as before.
"I don't care about Buddhist precepts!"
Miao Xiaorou rolled her eyes and filled Mingyuan's glass with wine again.
She didn't believe that Mingyuan was really so heartless.
Mingyuan never said that he didn't like her, he just used Buddhist precepts as an excuse.
She wanted to get Mingyuan drunk and hear his true feelings.
If Mingyuan really doesn't like her, she will stop pestering him.
The two drank until late at night and were drunk.
The night was deep and the inn was quiet, with only the occasional chirping of insects.
The wine in the jar was almost empty, and there was little food left on the table.
Mingyuan's eyes were blurry and his cheeks were flushed. It was obvious that he had drunk a lot.
Miao Xiaorou was not in much better condition. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were blurry, and her speech became unclear.
"Little... little monk, do you... like me a little bit... a little bit?"
Taking advantage of her drunkenness, Miao Xiaorou finally asked the questions that had been hidden in her heart for a long time.
She stared at Mingyuan nervously, afraid to miss any expression on his face.
Mingyuan looked at Miao Xiaorou with a dazed look in his eyes, and spoke after a while.
"Miss Xiaorou is beautiful..."
He paused, as if organizing his words, "I like..."
"But...but I am a monk..."
Mingyuan's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally almost inaudible.
Miao Xiaorou was delighted. As long as you have me in your heart, she doesn't care about any Buddhist precepts.
The two men finished the last jar of wine and stood up staggeringly.
Mingyuan was unstable and almost fell down, Miao Xiaorou held him up.
"Hehe, little monk, you are drunk." Miao Xiaorou giggled, looking drunk.
"Amitabha... I can't handle the alcohol..."
Mingyuan spoke incoherently, trying to keep his balance.
"Hehe, let me help you."
As Miao Xiaorou spoke, she put Mingyuan's arm on her shoulder. The two of them supported each other and walked towards the guest rooms upstairs, staggering with every step.
"Be careful..." Mingyuan reminded vaguely, his feet feeling unsteady.
"I know, I know..." Miao Xiaorou responded with a smile, but her steps became even more staggering.
The two stumbled to the door of the guest room, and Miao Xiaorou pushed it open with difficulty.
With a "bang", the two fell onto the bed together.
Miao Xiaorou lay on Mingyuan, looking at him with a dazed look.
"Little monk..." she called softly, her voice charming.
Mingyuan looked at Miao Xiaorou with drunken eyes. The effect of alcohol made him almost forget the Buddhist precepts.
"Am I... beautiful?" Miao Xiaorou asked softly, with a hint of anticipation.
"beautiful……"
Mingyuan looked straight at Miao Xiaorou and answered subconsciously.
Hearing Mingyuan's answer, Miao Xiaorou was delighted and boldly kissed Mingyuan on the lips.
Mingyuan was stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes and responded to Miao Xiaorou's kiss.
The room was filled with the air of spring, the night outside the window deepened, and the chirping of insects seemed to be playing music for them.
The moonlight poured into the room through the window, shining on the two of them, as if covering them with a layer of holy light.
The two hugged each other tightly, feeling each other's body temperature. At this moment, it seemed as if time had stopped.
This seemingly absurd relationship is actually full of sweetness and warmth.
To this day, Miao Xiaorou paid the price of her life to give birth to their child.
Mingyuan's heart ached so much that he couldn't breathe.
He hugged Miao Xiaorou's cold body tightly, as if he wanted to merge her into his own bones and blood.
"Xiao Rou, what should I do..."
He muttered, his voice hoarse.
He lost the person he loved most and also lost the meaning of his life.
Mingyuan's eyes were gradually covered with a thick layer of blood.
The blood was like a burning flame, spreading madly and devouring his remaining sanity.
A faint demonic aura emanated from his body, like ink dripping into clear water, quickly spreading out.
"Why...why did you take Xiaorou away..."
Mingyuan's voice became low and hoarse, like a roar coming from the Nine Nether Hell.
His face was distorted and became hideous. His originally delicate features now looked as frightening as a demon.
"Xiao Rou...my Xiao Rou..."
He repeated Miao Xiaorou's name over and over again, his voice full of despair and pain.
His body was shaking, and tears mixed with blood flowed from his eyes.
"I want you to come back... come back..."
He roared, his voice as shrill as a wild beast.
Moji was shocked.
"Oh no, Mingyuan is going to be possessed by a demon!"
She comes from the demon clan and is extremely sensitive to demonic energy.
Although this evil energy was faint, it was full of resentment, which made her feel palpitations.
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