He fell silent.
But Chen Zhiyi went even further.
Later, he simply closed his eyes, slumped down on the futon, and fell asleep.
After the morning prayers ended, the monks dispersed.
Only the two of them remained in the main hall.
Shen Zhiyi still had her head down, swaying unsteadily, and even struggling to lift her sleepy eyelids little by little before closing them again.
Yan Zhuoxu found it somewhat amusing.
Bang--
She slumped to one side and fell against his leg.
Yan Zhuoxu's body froze instantly.
He slowly lowered his head and looked at Shen Zhiyi, who was unconsciously rubbing her head against his legs.
Her head was almost pressing against his...
Yan Zhuoxu's Adam's apple bobbed deeply.
Even through several layers of fabric, the spot she had just touched felt uncontrollably tingly and itchy...
He closed his eyes.
He reached out and scooped her head up, then moved her off his lap.
He pushed Shen Zhiyi back to sit down, and she shook her head to wake up.
"Hmm... Is it all over?" She rubbed her eyelids and looked around.
The main hall was empty.
Yan Zhuoxu, without glancing to the side, twirled his prayer beads and asked, "Why are you so sleepy?"
Shen Zhiyi sighed.
"I already went to bed late after taking a medicinal bath at night, and then I had to get up so early to listen to the sutras. I really couldn't take it anymore..."
"How about we skip the medicinal bath for tonight and I go to bed early?"
Yan Zhuoxu thought that her health had improved a lot in the past few days, so he nodded in agreement.
"It would be good to rest for one night."
He subtly shook his monk's robe to conceal his unusual behavior.
"Go back first, and think carefully about what the abbot said today." He pursed his lips and added quietly, "about how to let go."
Shen Zhiyi nodded obediently.
"I will definitely go back and think it through."
But that very night.
She then drunkenly knocked on Yan Zhuoxu's door.
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