After a pause, her voice was inexplicably tinged with embarrassment: "Hey, have you hugged enough? I said that I will be careful next time."
The little monk suddenly came back to his senses, and stepped back several steps, but accidentally stepped into the stream behind him.
Seeing his blunt and shy appearance, Leng Yumo couldn't help but burst out laughing.
This time it was her turn to reach out and pull him back.
"I said little monk." Leng Yumo reached out and patted his chest, "I'm not even shy, miss? Why are you shy? If you show such a beautiful and delicious look again, I will be tempted to snatch you back as my sister." The husband of the village is over!"
"No... I... please... please respect yourself, girl!"
Leng Yumo raised her hand to lift his chin, looking at his trembling long eyelashes, the sweat dripping from his upturned nose, and his slightly trembling lips, she wanted to tease him more and more.
"Self-respect? Miss, I am very light, how can I be self-respecting? Why don't you teach me, little monk?"
As he spoke, he slowly approached the little monk's lips.
Jing Yuan's eyes widened little by little, and the hand hanging by his side was tightly clenched.
If he wanted to retreat, to push away the woman in front of him, it would be as easy as flipping the palm of his hand.
However, as Leng Yumo approached.
The tip of his nose smelled the girl's breath.
Open-minded, sassy, full of vitality.
It was a color he had never seen before.
It was like a fire lit in the coldest night of winter, so warm and bright.
He was born to attract people like him, eager to be close, eager to possess.
The bright red lips are close at hand, and getting closer.
A devilish desire suddenly rose in his heart.
If he can grab her, will he be able to have flames and light.
No!
Everything has its own way. Like a dream bubble. Like dew is like electricity...
He promised his master that he would let go of the past and forget all his attachments and desires from now on.
"Pfft!"
Just when Jing Yuan's heart seemed to be struggling in a pan of oil, there was a chuckle from the girl who couldn't help laughing.
"Really, didn't you really want to insult you? Why do you show such an expression of death?"
Leng Yumo patted his chest lightly, straightened his wrinkled clothes, and then said with a smile: "It's just teasing you, why are you so scared? No matter how hungry I am, my aunt, I can't treat a little monk Let’s do it! Don’t worry, your chastity will be firmly preserved, Master Jingyuan.”
Jing Yuan's face flushed red again, with an expression of aggrieved resentment.
There was also a trace of loss that he didn't even notice.
"Haha, it's okay, I won't tease you anymore. Let's go, let's go to the soul pool quickly."
She couldn't wait to see her mother.
"Feather?"
The two were about to separate when a familiar call came from behind them again.
It was Leng Zhixuan.
"Uncle Zhixuan!" Leng Yumo turned her head excitedly.
If Leng Zhixuan is here, her mother must be nearby.
However, what greeted her was not the excitement and joy of Leng Zhixuan's reunion after a long absence, but the astonished and shocked expressions of looking at the two of them.
However, Leng Zhixuan is Leng Zhixuan.
He calmed down quickly, stepped forward with a smile, and looked her up and down.
The surprise, astonishment, and joy in his eyes were all replaced by admiration: "I once said, Yumo, you might become the greatest pride of the Leng family. Now that I think about it, this guess still underestimated you."