"Master, you won't return it?" Her tone was delicate and soft, with a hint of accusation.
Yan Zhuoxu's Adam's apple rolled.
The force holding her down gradually loosened...
He turned his head and supported his hands on the ground on both sides, letting the Buddhist beads hurt his palms.
That’s all…
When she sobers up tomorrow, she will definitely forget about this.
And now, he let her pester him...
"Read the sutra once, and then you can go back immediately." His voice was hoarse.
Shen Zhiyi curved his lips.
"When the master has suffered my punishment, I will leave on my own."
She pressed down on him and undressed him.
Yan Zhuoxu lowered his eyes and looked at Shen Zhiyi, who lowered his head with a focused expression. Paranoia gradually appeared in his dark eyes.
The monk's robe was half-off.
Revealing broad shoulders and back, and smooth and firm muscle lines on the slender waist.
The flickering lights cast a layer of warm light on his lean muscles, which blended with his fair skin, revealing an air of abstinence that could not be desecrated.
Shen Zhiyi was stunned for a moment.
The watery eyes blinked slowly twice.
When she looked up, she met Yan Zhuoxu's dark gaze.
It was as if she was the one being looked at.
Her already flushed face became even hotter.
She swallowed, turned her head, and calmed down for a moment before she, with red ears, picked up the brush on the table next to her, dipped it twice in the inkstone, and knelt in front of him.
He was still leaning back with his legs spread apart.
She bent down slightly, put one hand on the floor outside his thigh, held a pen in the other hand, and moved her whole body in front of him.
"Hmm...where do I even begin to write..."
She held the brush and brushed across his bulging chest and well-defined abdominal muscles.
She also ran into him.
Yan Zhuoxu's entire body was covered in goose bumps.
The muscles on her body began to move involuntarily, following the direction of her ink-colored pen tip.
Chest pounding.
He saw her face, and in her shimmering eyes, he clearly saw his own intoxication.
The cold ink suddenly landed on the chest.
Yan Zhuoxu couldn't help but gasp.
The pen strokes move freely.
It is entangled freely among the crisscrossing muscle textures.
Shen Zhiyi changed his movements, and the hand on the ground moved closer to his.
At the moment of touching.
Yan Zhuoxu suddenly raised his hand and covered her with his big palm. The force was so great that it seemed as if he wanted to imprison her under his palm forever, not allowing her to go anywhere or touch anywhere.
She is right.
Itchy and numb.
Every muscle in his body was tense, as if it would burst and roar at any moment, and he would rush over and knock her down.
He endured it so hard that even the corners of his eyes turned red.
Shen Zhiyi paused with his pen, tilted his head and looked at him with an innocent expression, "Master, can't you bear this?"
"I only wrote less than two sentences of the 100-word Heart Sutra."
She leaned closer to him and breathed softly.
"Master, tell me, what's behind this? My memory is not good, I have almost forgotten..."
Yan Zhuoxu took a deep breath, suppressing the desire that was about to burst out of his body, and said in a hoarse voice: "Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."
Shen Zhiyi's breath hit his chest.
"How could it be empty?" She sighed, "The master is clearly right in front of me..."
Red lips touched his skin.
Yan Zhuoxu was shocked, lowered his head in disbelief, pinched her waist, and pressed her against him.
"Chen Zhiyi!" He growled out her name as a warning.
Every inch of my body was trembling.
The place where she had just kissed was like a hot brand, engraved on his heart.
"Master..." Shen Zhiyi climbed onto his neck and moved close to his face. The warm breath between his lips was intoxicated, spraying away his rationality.
She said, "I clearly saw you."
"I only see you."
"How could it be empty?"
The ignorant confusion burned away all his rationality at this moment.
The heaven and earth rotate and the scriptures burn.
Thousands of Buddha statues collapsed with a loud bang.
Yan Zhuoxu's eyes were red, and he tightened his hands around her waist, wishing he could embed her into his flesh.
yes.
She was clearly before his eyes.
How can it be empty?
Yan Zhuoxu could no longer resist, he lowered his head and kissed her...
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