Leng Yumo was taken aback.
The men hugging each other
which man
Suddenly, she came back to her senses: "You mean Xiao Qi? Pfft, how could he be my husband? That's our Xiaoyaomen's junior brother, okay? When I first entered Xiaoyaomen, he was still an underage boy What about the doll! If I choose anyone as my husband, I won’t eat the tender grass by the nest, will I?”
Jing Yuan raised his head to meet her eyes in a daze.
Silently thinking in his heart, it turned out that the man was not Yu Mo's lover, but her junior brother.
It should be nothing to do with him.
But the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.
Leng Yumo looked at the expression on his face that seemed to be dissipating, and suddenly thought of something, and a big smile appeared on his face: "I said, little monk, you left without saying goodbye that day, you must be jealous, right?"
"No... I, little monk..." Jing Yuan was incoherent for a while, flustered, but didn't know whether to deny or refute.
The blush on the white and tender skin never faded away.
For the first time, Leng Yumo experienced the feeling of "my heart is like fireworks exploding" said by Bixie.
She has always been careless and doesn't know what it means to be shy.
At this time, he also pursed his lips and hooked the corners of his mouth, lowered his head, not knowing what to say for a while.
Gululu—
A terrible sound came from her belly.
Leng Yumo's whole body froze, she was so depressed that she wanted to find a hole in the ground to get into.
What the hell
She managed to gain a wave of goodwill in front of the little monk.
Just come and lose such a big face.
It's all the fault of the broken turtle just now, can't you wait until you have filled your stomach before coming back
Leng Yumo coughed lightly, wanting to change the subject.
As soon as he raised his head, he met Shang Jingyuan's gentle and shy eyes.
The little monk said in a low voice, "Wait for me a moment."
What are you waiting for him to do
Leng Yumo stared at him blankly.
Seeing the little monk pointing parallel to the sword, he swiped towards the sea.
The next moment, there was a wave of waves on the sea, and several fat fish and shrimps rolled up with the waves and landed beside the two of them.
Jing Yuan took out a crystal stove from the storage space and lit it, and boiled a pot of water.
The hands have already started to process the fish and shrimp cleanly.
"Jing Yuan, what are you doing?" Leng Yumo hastily stopped, "You, aren't you a monk?"
Jing Yuan raised his head and looked at her, his long eyelashes trembling, showing a bit of doubt.
Leng Yumo's thinking was sluggish due to the handsome face so close at hand, she swallowed for a long time and said: "Aren't monks not allowed to kill?"
Jing Yuan smiled lightly: "There is no such rule in my school. Master himself is a vegetarian, but he doesn't force us. Although I haven't touched meat for many years since I started, it's okay to prepare for you."
Leng Yumo slowly let go of her hand.
Seeing the little monk skillfully handling the fish, he obediently waited aside.
"Little monk."
"Um?"
"Your master doesn't force you to become vegetarians, so is it okay to marry a wife and have children?"
Jing Yuan paused for handling the fish, and then said in a low, almost inaudible voice after a while, "I... I don't know, no one in the temple has ever married a wife and had children."
Leng Yumo smiled, and her voice was soft and hopeful that she never had before: "Then you go back and ask if it's okay? What if your master agrees to your marriage? If he doesn't agree, you can beg him ?”
Jing Yuan lowered his head so that no one could see his face.
But the pair of exposed ears were so red that water could almost drip.