Shen Zhiyi didn't understand what he meant.
If I reveal my feelings clearly at this moment, will he immediately kick me out of the room and never allow me to get close to him again?
She needs a little testing.
After confirming him, he had already started to have feelings for himself.
Otherwise, she wouldn't take the risk.
She held his wrist with one hand and placed the other on his chest, saying softly, "Hmm... Master, if you ask this, I'll misunderstand."
"If I say yes, will the master still allow me to return to secular life?"
Yan Zhuoxu's eyes narrowed.
He pursed his lips and stared at her drunken face.
It was as if he could hear three thousand Buddhist chants echoing in his ears.
yes……
To avoid answering is already the answer.
She had no self in her heart at all, only Ye Jinghong.
And the Buddha called him.
He was torn between Duo Er's perseverance and the beautiful face in front of him.
It made him feel a tearing pain.
"Love for people is like holding a torch against the wind; it is bound to burn your hands."
The Buddhist beads against her skin also burned him at that moment.
Yan Zhuoxu slowly let go of his hand.
At this moment, he felt an almost absurd hatred towards Ye Jinghong, a man he had never met before.
He didn't even know him.
Buddha said, all beings are equal.
Buddha said, be compassionate.
But at this moment, he was full of anger.
"Forget it, no need to answer." He lowered his eyelashes, covering the countless dark thoughts in his eyes.
How can you take what a drunkard says seriously?
The light in Shen Zhiyi's eyes dimmed for a moment, and under the influence of alcohol, he pressed his forehead as if he had an unbearable headache.
Rourou leaned closer into his arms.
"Master, do you know how the sutra I gave you earlier was written?"
She complained softly, mumbling, "The brush poking me feels itchy and numb, and after the ink dries, it's also uncomfortable to leave an imprint on my skin."
"I worked so hard on writing, but the master actually chased me away without even looking at it."
"It's really sad."
She looked up at him, her eyes misty.
Yan Zhuoxu felt a sudden pang of anxiety.
He clenched his Buddhist beads tightly, not knowing whether to comfort her or to warn himself, and said in a deep voice: "Don't do things that put yourself in a difficult position to please others in the future."
Shen Zhiyi looked more aggrieved.
"But if we don't do this, there will be nothing."
"If I don't try to please others, no one will give me delicious food, beautiful jewelry and clothes, and a comfortable house."
Yan Zhuoxu felt as if his heart was being gripped by an invisible hand.
He subconsciously wanted to tell her.
"I'll give it to you."
But answering this question means taking off the monk's robe and putting on the prince's outer robe.
The big hand hanging by his side moved.
I want to lift my fingertips and hug her.
However, the Buddhist scriptures he had studied diligently since childhood and the gilded Buddha statues on the main hall were like thousand-pound burdens, pressing down on his fingertips.
Even if he hugged her, the person she longed to hug was not him.
Yan Zhuoxu lowered his eyelashes and lowered his head slightly.
Smell the fragrance coming from her hair.
He closed his eyes greedily.
But he said, "If you don't cling to these external things, you won't have to suffer."
"It's easy for Master to say that." Shen Zhiyi gently grabbed his outer robe, "If Master had suffered the same pain as me, I don't believe you would still say such words."
"I copied the scriptures for you, you have to pay me back."
She was drunk.
Yan Zhuoxu thought it was just her rambling, but he still responded softly: "Why?"
There was a hint of doting in his tone that he himself didn't even notice.
Shen Zhiyi pinched his monk's robe with both hands, raised his face, and a cunning and clever light flashed in his eyes.
"Master, you also took off your clothes and let me write scriptures on your body."
Yan Zhuoxu's black pupils trembled.
"What?"
Shen Zhiyi pouted and pushed him forward. "I don't care. This 'cause' is caused by you. If you don't pay me back for it, I will stay here tonight and won't leave."
Yan Zhuoxu was still in shock. He stumbled and fell onto the cushion.
Shen Zhiyi leaned over and untied his robes.
Yan Zhuoxu came back to his senses, his chest heaving, and held her wrist.
But he met a pair of innocent and aggrieved eyes.
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