Wen Xinya walked on the carpet made of camel and horse hair, one foot deep and one foot shallow. She felt like she was walking on clouds, so light that she couldn't find the focus.
Suddenly she stopped walking, sat down on the carpet, kicked off her high heels with her legs, and her small, delicate, white feet touched the soft camel-horse carpet, and she couldn't help but let out a low sigh.
Maybe it was because she drank too much, Wen Xinya became playful and lively. She lay on the carpet laughing to herself and turned over several times.
The last one rolled over and crawled on the carpet, propped up his head with both hands and tilted his head to look at Si Yiyan who was sitting on the sofa next to him, and said with a smile on his lips: "Si Yiyan, I heard a lot of rumors about you today."
"What kind of rumor?" Si Yiyan sat down next to her and gently turned her head. Wen Xinya then rested her head between his legs.
Wen Xinya lay on his lap with her head raised, her eyes teasing and mocking: "I heard someone spent 100 million to buy your life."
"So you are worried about me?" Si Yiyan's fingers gently combed her long hair, feeling the silky smooth hair winding around his fingers.
Wen Xinya thought of her loss of composure when she heard the news, and she felt guilty: "Who is worried about you? I was just making fun of you. The emperor of Lucifer, the powerful person in charge of Tang Xia Si, is only worth 100 million."
Si Yiyan's smile deepened: "Then what do you think is an appropriate amount for me?"
Wen Xinya put on a thoughtful expression. She raised her hand and snapped her fingers, saying, "It should be at least 10 billion! A big reward will always bring a brave man!"
Si Yiyan played with the long earring on Wen Xinya's right ear and said nonchalantly, "Those old guys are reluctant to spend so much money to sell my life. One hundred million is already their limit."
The information revealed by the seemingly casual words made Wen Xinya completely put her worries to rest. She turned over, climbed on his legs, and tilted her head to look at him: "I heard that you are a kind-hearted person! You are keen on charity activities!" Before she finished speaking, Wen Xinya laughed with joy.
Si Yiyan couldn't help but pinch her ear and said, "When I was little, my mother took me to the temple to burn incense, and I met a monk. The monk gave me a string of Buddhist beads and said that I had a connection with Buddha, and if I could do good deeds, I would be able to achieve enlightenment."
After hearing this, Wen Xinya couldn't help laughing until her stomach hurt. She rolled over on his knees and then onto the carpet, where she rolled over and over and laughed, "You must be kidding! Someone who has the laws of silence of several countries actually has a connection with Buddha."
Watching her rolling over and over on the carpet, Si Yiyan stroked his forehead and said, "It's true. I didn't lie to you!"
Wen Xinya was determined not to believe him: "Hahahaha! You, who have used threats, inducements, intimidation, and calculations to the utmost, can actually achieve the right result. Si Yiyan, stop teasing me, hahahaha..."
Si Yiyan suddenly reached out and grabbed her ankle, stopping her from rolling on the carpet. However, his thumb couldn't resist the temptation and rubbed the smooth and tender skin, "I didn't lie to you, Wen Xinya!"
Wen Xinya's smile suddenly disappeared, and she looked at Si Yiyan, speechless for a moment.
Si Yiyan's fingers climbed up smoothly, and her fingertips, which were slightly calloused, were slightly rough, causing her calves to cramp slightly. "My mother often tells me some Buddhist stories. She always says that the more you desire in life, the easier it is for you to become a demon."
"Your mother must want you to be kind-hearted, so she tells you so many Buddhist stories." She thought of Gu Junlin's words. He doesn't care about money and can spend all his wealth. He also has power and it is within his reach. He seems to have no weaknesses, because the more desires you have, the more likely you are to have demons in your mind. So it is because you are strong when you have no desires!
"She doesn't want me to follow in my father's footsteps." Si Yiyan's tone was indifferent, with an inexplicable emotion.
Wen Xinya's heart trembled slightly as she looked into his eyes, which were filled with heavy ink and color, so heavy that she couldn't see through them. This was the first time that Si Yiyan hid and isolated himself in front of her.
Si Yiyan held her ankle and pulled hard.
"Ah!" Wen Xinya screamed subconsciously, and her body was pulled towards him uncontrollably.
Si Yiyan was suspended in the air above her with a strong posture, kneeling between her open legs, his posture was extremely voluptuous and ambiguous: "Before I was seven years old, I believed in Buddha, so I quietly donated all my pocket money in my own name to the poor people in the central region who suffered from the war."
Wen Xinya didn't know why her eyes felt hot. She wanted to cry but couldn't find a reason to cry.
"When I was ten years old, I believed in myself. At that time, I thought I was the savior and the Buddha, so I set my own principles and also set principles for others." Si Yiyan's eyes were fixed on her.
So, at that time, he was still kind. In such a dark background, it was so difficult to ensure that his kindness was pure!
"Now that I'm twenty years old, I only believe in you!"
Because of you... My hands are stained with blood, and I finally believe what my mother said: the more you desire, the easier it is for your mind to turn into a demon. Because I have desires for you, I must pay the price to fulfill my desires!
The ambiguous words made Wen Xinya feel inexplicably sad and bitter. Tears quickly slid down from the corners of her eyes to her temples, leaving a long trail of water: "Believe me, I will make your mind become a demon, right?"
"I am destined to never achieve success in my life because you are so warm and elegant!" Si Yiyan gently kissed the corner of her eyes. The soft kiss wiped away the tear marks at the corner of her eyes.
"Buddha also has the angry-eyed Vajra!" Wen Xinya whispered softly in his ear.
"So, does Buddha have desire｜love Nirvana?" Si Yiyan's eyes were stained with lust, and his clear and handsome face was tinged with a hint of flattery, as if he had instantly fallen into a demon.
“Amitabha, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form…” The angry Vajra can also become a Buddha, but if he desires and loves nirvana, he is destined to fall into the boundless sea of desire. This is the truth that Si Yiyan wants to tell her, because he has desire and attachment for her, he is destined to fail to achieve the right result.
Si Yiyan suddenly stretched out his finger and gently touched her lips to stop her from continuing: "Shh! Don't make jokes about Buddha casually."
He still believes in Buddhism now, because he believes that even if he cannot achieve enlightenment, he can always accumulate some blessings for himself, and spend a hundred years with her in the same bed, and he only wishes for a peaceful life.