"No problem." He moved his lips and then realized that his voice was extremely hoarse.
Shen Zhiyi immediately stood up and went to help him pour water.
"Drink some water to moisten your skin." She came over with a teacup and wanted to help him up, but was pushed away by Yan Zhuoxu.
He propped himself up with his arm, raised himself sideways, took the teacup from her hand and took a sip.
Shen Zhiyi took the empty cup, knelt in front of him, and looked up at him.
"Master, do you still blame me?"
She paused, "I didn't mean anything else."
She really didn't know that he would be so frightened that he would have a high fever all night.
It really scared her a little.
Maybe she was too impatient...
She just wanted to persuade him to return to secular life and didn't want to hurt his body.
A look of apology flashed through Shen Zhiyi’s eyes.
Yan Zhuoxu lowered his eyes.
Look, she is holding the teacup nervously.
The slender fingers were clasped together and formed into a circle along the rim of the cup.
His head buzzed.
I remembered the scene in my dream.
She also knelt before him, holding his...
However, both hands cannot fully...
Yan Zhuoxu suddenly stopped exerting his strength.
Fall back onto the bed.
He turned over and faced the wall.
"I said, it has nothing to do with you." He closed his eyes and deliberately made his voice sound calm and cold. "I'm fine now, you can go back."
Shen Zhiyi stared at the cold and tense lines of his spine.
He lowered his head and said softly, "Okay."
"Then I'll go back..." Her voice sounded very depressed, "You have a good rest."
Yan Zhuoxu heard her put down the teacup and walk towards the door.
Every step she took was stepping on his heart.
The wooden door creaked open.
He closed his eyes and finally said, "Come with me to listen to the sutras at the morning service tomorrow."
Shen Zhiyi stopped in his tracks.
She turned around and looked back at him, her voice rising noticeably, "Okay!"
She smiled and left with the door closed.
Yan Zhuoxu opened his eyes and stared at the wall where the candlelight was flickering.
Buddha said, all things are only consciousness.
When you open your eyes to look at something, what you actually see is not its true appearance.
䀴 is one's own state of mind.
When you are in a good mood, go and see a hibiscus flower, and you will find it full of vitality, bright and beautiful.
When you are in a bad mood and look at the same flower, you will feel that it will wither one day, so the flower will also become dim.
It is still the same flower.
It's just that my heart has changed.
What he saw was her deliberately seducing him, but in fact, it was not her deliberate seduction.
It was because he had other thoughts about her.
I can only watch her temptation...
Yan Zhuoxu touched his arms again and found the silk handkerchief was still there.
He came out, held it in his hands, and looked at it carefully.
The gardenia on top still emits a faint sweet fragrance.
The same smell as her.
Leading him to fall into depravity and depravity...
He thought of her smile, her sorrow, her intelligence, her ignorance, and the way she gripped the teacup tightly and looked up at him...
The Adam's apple kept rolling.
The desire that faded along with the fever returned in an instant like a mighty wave, crashing over him and completely drowning him...
He breathed deeply and couldn't help but lift up his monk's robe...
Pressing the white silk handkerchief against the palm of your hand...
Sin, depravity...
This handkerchief is too small, and her hands are too small...
But, a little taste and touch is enough...
I don’t know how long it took.
The lights of the long-burning lamps have become dim.
Yan Zhuoxu's chest heaved, he let out a loud roar, and fell completely backward on the bed.
He looked at the messy handkerchief in his palm.
Sadly aware.
The precept of abstaining from sexual misconduct was also broken.
He is beyond help.
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