Upon hearing this, the young monk stepped aside to make way.
“Of course, please follow me, both of you.”
The two followed the young monk, went around the front yard, through the alley, and into a side room in the back yard.
The young monk pushed open the door and led the two into the room.
He explained, “These are the rooms where the other donors stay on the ten fasting days. You two can rest here for a while.”
Meng Qingluan was naturally not picky and thanked them repeatedly.
"Thank you for your trouble, young master."
The young monk smiled and shook his head, then curtsied to Meng Qingluan.
"It was nothing. If you two need anything, you can come to the front yard to find me."
Meng Qingluan responded.
The young monk didn't linger; he turned, walked out of the room, and closed the door.
As soon as the young monk left, Meng Qingluan looked around the room, her gaze falling on the bedding on the bed.
Meng Qingluan pulled Shen Yanqi over, and without saying a word, grabbed Shen Yanqi's clothes.
Chen Yan: ? ?
Startled, Shen Yan instinctively raised his hand to cover his chest, pinning Meng Qingluan's mischievous hand under his arm.
His face was flushed, and his eyes were wide open.
Meng Qingluan frowned, pulled out one hand and slapped him, "Let go."
Chen Yan... no, her earlobes were so red they were almost bleeding, and she lightly bit her lower lip.
Her voice trembled, "No... in broad daylight, that's not good..."
Now it was Meng Qingluan's turn to be confused. What was all this about?
Seeing Chen Yan's blushing face, Meng Qingluan quickly understood the meaning behind his words.
"..."
Does he still see me that way?
Meng Qingluan abruptly pulled her hand back, looked at Shen Yan's flushed face, and explained.
"No, you misunderstood... I just wanted to take off your clothes and take your wet clothes to the kitchen to dry them."
Shen Yan's face turned pale and looked rather unpleasant.
Take a deep breath and ask her in return.
"Then why did you just grab my clothes and start tearing them off?"
Meng Qingluan replied sincerely, "I'm afraid you won't listen to me again."
Chen Yan: "..."
If he could, he would want to crawl into a hole right now!
The previous eroticism vanished completely, and Chen Yan felt nothing more than a lewd and wanton man…
They didn't say anything, but I've been daydreaming all day...
Shen Yan bit her lower lip lightly, glad that she had been reserved and hadn't said those words aloud.
Otherwise, his image in Meng Qingluan's mind would definitely become terrible.
Meng Qingluan, unaware of the turmoil in his heart, patted his arm.
"I heard you, why aren't you lying in bed? I'll go take the clothes to the kitchen to dry."
Chen Yan snapped out of her daze, and because of the awkwardness just now, she almost instinctively refused.
"No, you can stay inside. I'll go to the kitchen to ask my master for help."
After Chen Yan finished speaking, he met Meng Qingluan's puzzled and shocked eyes.
"..."
Meng Qingluan clicked her tongue.
He grilled it himself?
Want to run naked?
Shen Yan also realized that there was something wrong with what he said...
Was he supposed to stand naked in the kitchen, holding his clothes and drying them by the stove?
Meng Qingluan patted his shoulder, "You'd better take off your clothes and wait for me inside, or you'll scare the little monks."
Chen Yan: "..."
Chen Yan stopped struggling, crawled into the quilt, and began to take off her wet clothes.
Seeing that he was lying in the quilt and she couldn't see him, Meng Qingluan simply sat on the stool and poured herself some water.
Although Shen Yan covered her body with a blanket, Meng Qingluan was, after all, a living, breathing person.
As he was taking off his clothes, a woman sat in front of him, staring intently at him with wide eyes.
Anyone would feel like they have thorns in their side...
Shen Yan persisted for a long time, but finally couldn't help but speak up.
"Turn around."
Seeing his girlish demeanor, Meng Qingluan pouted and turned away.
Her shy demeanor makes one wonder if she's done something to him.
A moment later, a rustling sound came from behind, followed by Chen Yan's voice.
"I'm all better now."
Meng Qingluan was already used to it. Seeing that Shen Yan's face was still flushed, she felt playful.
He squatted by the bed, his upper body lying on the couch, his arms propped on Shen Yan's pillow.
The two were very close, and both were fully conscious.
Shen Yan's hands, hidden under the covers, gripped the corner of the blanket tightly. He could even feel Meng Qingluan's warm breath spraying evenly on his face.
It feels hot and a little itchy.
Meng Qingluan found it adorable to see his eyes gradually becoming hazy.
Suppressing a laugh, she placed one hand on Shen Yan's chin and gently hooked her fingertips.
Shen Yan's chin unconsciously lifted gently following the force of her index finger, looking as if she were ready to be picked.
Meng Qingluan deliberately lowered her voice and asked.
"Why are our Ah-kun so easily embarrassed? Hmm?"
Shen Yan's face turned even redder from her shout, and he felt as if the air in his chest was thinning.
"I...I don't know."
Meng Qingluan leaned close to his ear and whispered her reply.
"Because Shen Yan is a big idiot! Hahaha—"
Having succeeded in her prank, Meng Qingluan grabbed her clothes, turned over, and ran out of the house laughing.
Chen Yan: "..."
Shen Yan lay there blankly for three seconds before quickly realizing that this was a girl's prank.
After a moment's thought, Shen Yan couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Honestly, he thought...
Thinking of the intimacy between the two of them just now, Shen Yan's face involuntarily flushed again.
She's so cunning; she knows exactly how to keep you hanging on.
But that name inappropriately popped into her mind, and Shen Yan felt a sharp pain in her heart, her face turning pale.
Such things, such words, such actions.
Did that man, the so-called An'an, also enjoy the same thing?
Shen Yan's eyes dimmed, and jealousy enveloped him.
…
Meng Qingluan left the room without rushing around recklessly.
After all, this is a temple, a sacred Buddhist site, even though I am a staunch materialist.
But the young monk had kindly taken them in to shelter from the snow, and they were afraid that wandering off would upset him.
Meng Qingluan followed the path she had come from, intending to go to the front yard to find the young monk who had brought them in for help.
The temple may not look very big, but its interior construction is quite complicated.
After walking for a while, Meng Qingluan realized that she had gotten lost.
Meng Qingluan couldn't help but frown, trying to calm herself down, and prepared to change direction and continue taking a detour.
Seeing someone ahead, Meng Qingluan originally wanted to go forward and ask, but stopped after seeing who it was.
I took a few steps back and hid behind a plum tree.
Two men stood at the doorway of the house. The two men were dressed in sheepskin coats and each held a large knife, which they were sharpening at the doorway.
She also noticed that both of them had a long scar on their faces.
Judging from their attire, they didn't seem to be believers or villagers.
More like bandits…
Isn't this the kind of person most taboo in a Buddhist sanctuary?
Meng Qingluan dared not linger and turned to leave at a slower pace.
Clutching the clothes in her arms, Meng Qingluan's back was already soaked with cold sweat, a chill creeping down her spine.
Meng Qingluan groped her way for a while, making sure the person behind her wouldn't follow, and then held onto a stone beside her to calm herself down.
This temple is really quite strange.
If those bandits broke in, why didn't she hear a sound in the backyard?
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