"You're drunk."
He let go of her wrist as if he had been burned.
Shen Zhiyi, however, grabbed his collar again and buried her face in his chest.
"I'm not drunk." She said stubbornly, "Chen Bi said that the road down the mountain will be repaired soon. When that happens, the master will definitely drive me down the mountain as soon as possible."
"By then, even if it's the Master's lies, I won't be able to hear them anymore..."
Yan Zhuoxu's chest heaved heavily.
The heat from her face reached him through the monk's robe.
It also ignited the flames all over his body.
He pursed his jaw and said in a low voice, "Your weakness has not yet been cured, and I am not the kind of person who gives up halfway."
Shen Zhiyi suddenly raised his head.
"So, Master won't chase me away?"
Yan Zhuoxu looked at her steadily, feeling a tingling sensation in his chest, but at the same time, he also tasted a sour and astringent feeling.
"If I don't chase you away, you won't leave?"
Shen Zhiyi lowered his eyelashes and lowered his voice, "It would be good if I could stay with Master Xu."
"Without the Master, who will listen to me?"
She rubbed her cheek against his chest, "Master, you are so kind."
Her dependence and trust were like the sweetest poison, making him unable to bear to push her away.
"Prime Minister, is there no one listening to you?" He said in a low and hoarse voice.
He could even feel her fingertips, through her clothes, gradually crossing the boundaries he had set.
She went around behind him and hugged him tightly.
Yan Zhuoxu's eyes darkened.
The big palm hanging by his side twisted the Buddhist beads tightly, and the blue veins on the back of his hand were bulging.
The blood rushing under the blue blood vessels seemed to be unable to be restrained and rushed to every part of the body.
Shen Zhiyi said softly, "I am a concubine's daughter."
"In the palace, even if you say something, it has no weight."
Yan Zhuoxu lowered his eyes and stared at her blushing face and fluttering eyelashes.
My heart couldn't help but become soft like a pool of water.
She likes gold, silver and jewelry.
She wants to be heard.
He regarded these two as Buddhist verses and kept them firmly in mind.
Shen Zhiyi raised her eyes, feeling soft and dizzy, and met his deep pool-like gaze.
Unconsciously, he said, "As the Buddha said, sincerity is the key to success."
"Whatever you want, as long as you have a strong desire for it, it will come to you..." She paused, "Master, is that so?"
Yan Zhuoxu's throat rolled slightly.
The intoxicating smell of alcohol and the sweet fragrance emanating from her slightly parted lips made his desire rise uncontrollably.
"Yes." His voice was low but firm.
If this is false.
Why is she by his side at this moment?
He could no longer deceive himself.
He had long had a strong desire for her.
A smile slowly spread across the corners of Shen Zhiyi's lips, her pearly teeth were glistening, and she looked particularly beautiful under the light.
"Yeah?"
"I don't think so."
She said very softly, "Will the Master come to me if I want him to?"
She hugged his waist tightly, leaned her face back into his arms, and muttered in a daze, "Even though I'm so close to you, I'm still not by your side."
"So, it's not accurate at all."
The candlelight on the wall suddenly jumped.
Yan Zhuoxu's dark eyes suddenly narrowed and he stared at her intently.
A violent storm was stirred in his eyes and heart.
He loosened his grip on the Buddhist beads.
He slowly lifted it up, pinched her jaw, and forced her to look up at him.
The heavy ebony beads left a faint red mark on her face.
Yan Zhuoxu lowered his brows and asked her in a low voice: "Then do you want me?"
Shen Zhiyi was about to open his lips.
He pressed harder, his voice low and hoarse, but unquestionable.
"Don't lie in front of the Buddha."
He repeated in a deep voice: “Shen Zhiyi, do you want me.”
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