Shen Mubai knew that the monk was talking about the cool breeze, but it has nothing to do with her.
"The man said that his sweetheart is wearing a pink dress, and his appearance is rare and stunning." Wang Chen's tone is still so gentle, but the oppressive atmosphere is even worse.
Shen Mubai scolded Qingfeng Xulai secretly, and replied, "I only saved him once, and then I was entangled. I have been avoiding him for the past two days, and I don't know him at all."
"The poor monk knows." Wangchen kissed her face, "Did the benefactor outside treat other men like she did to the poor monk?"
Before Shen Mubai had time to answer, she was bitten again, and she was so angry that she shouted, "Why do you bite people like a monk?"
There was water in her eyes, and she was bitten a little painfully.
"Female benefactor, keep your voice down, although the brothers and sisters have already rested at this hour, I'm not sure who will pass by here at night." Wang Chen lick||sucked the piece of meat, and said in a gentle tone.
Shen Mubai felt that she was blind when she thought this monk was easy to bully, and now she has no place to cry if she wants to cry, so she could only hold back and say, "Monk, what do you want? I admit that I thought you were funny before. To tease you, I did do this before when you were not forgetting the dust, but I was just playing for fun, and you didn’t take it seriously. Don’t you think I’m lying too?”
"The poor monk never remembered that." Wangchen's tone became cold, and his men tugged at her collar.
Shen Mubai was stunned.
"The poor monk only knows." He paused, then continued, "It was the benefactor who provoked the poor monk first."
As soon as the words fell, the clothes on Shen Mubai's body were thrown off, and a burst of goosebumps emerged.
Wangchen moved his body a little closer, and firmly shackled her to the world, "The poor monk can't turn back."
His lips with a bit of cold temperature fell down, with a trembling||shudder.
Shen Mubai couldn't bear this strong aggression, whenever his body was about to slip, he would be scooped up by a pair of big hands.
Until she didn't have any || strands on her body, the monk's clothes were only a little messy.
Although the skills are young, as time goes by, they become more and more proficient.
Shen Mubai wanted to but was powerless to resist, she was breathless from the kiss, her legs and feet were limp.
Until the dark meditation room was illuminated a little by a layer of dim light.
It turned out to be the oil lamp on the table, which was lit by Wangchen at some point.
The clear and bright face like the moon and the breeze is revealed, the gentle eyes seem to be covered with a layer of deep things, the breathing is disordered, the eyes are staring at you, and the slightly deep and hoarse voice, "The benefactor .”
No longer holy and pure, as if falling from the Buddhist gate into the demonic gate, the aura around him became chaotic.
Shen Mubai's eyes were full of mist, his red lips were panting slightly, and before he could say a word, he saw the monk's eyes darkened, and he pressed them again, and at the same time, those big hands started to swim on her body.
She didn't feel anything in the dark, but now that the oil lamp was on, she could see the scriptures and the futon in the Zen room, clean and pure.
Now, however, there is a sense of ambiguity.
There is also the face in front of her, and the Buddha fragrance that radiates from her body from time to time stimulates Shen Mubai's nerves, making her full of shame and guilt.
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