Just when Leng Yumo thought he would not answer.
She heard the little monk give a low "hmm".
ah!
At this moment, Leng Yumo felt that there were ten thousand fireworks blooming in her heart.
She really wanted to jump up, howl loudly at the sea in front of her, and dance with her hands and feet to vent her joy.
reserved!
Leng Yumo, you must be reserved!
What if the little monk who was finally caught was scared away
After finally calming down, he saw the little monk's slender and well-proportioned pair of clean hands, which were carved like jade, and which were not even stained with blood on weekdays, were handling the smelly and dirty fish and shrimp.
There was a moment of reluctance in my heart.
She grabbed the little monk's hand, "Don't cook, I have dry food, just deal with it."
Even if the little monk's hands are not used for chanting sutras, and are not under the shroud of Buddha's light, they should still be clean, and his fingers should not touch the spring water.
How to deal with these smelly fish and shrimp
Jing Yuan raised his head and glanced at her.
The long eyelashes drooped down, and no matter how hard they stretched, they couldn't stretch the corners of the upturned mouth.
"Little monk... Before I became a disciple of Master, I wandered alone for many years. What I can do..."
After a pause, he said again: "My craftsmanship is not bad."
"In the future, I can make it for you every day. You... don't need to eat other people's food."
Leng Yumo was stunned for a long time before she could react.
Jing Yuan was repeating what Lu Junjia said before.
It turned out that he was not only protecting himself from a distance.
He even heard the conversation between himself and Lu Junjia.
Not only did I hear it, but I was also jealous.
Leng Yumo even put on a sweet smile on her brows and eyes, "Okay, from now on, I will only eat what you cook, little monk."
Jing Yuan's face turned even redder.
The curvature of the corner of the mouth is even higher.
The sun fell on the side of his face, illuminating the little monk's fair and crimson skin to every detail.
He is obviously a man, but his skin is actually better than his own.
There are almost no blemishes on the face.
How could there be such a handsome, shy, and cute little monk in the world!
Every trace and point seems to be tailor-made according to my own heart.
An impulse came to my heart.
Leng Yumo suddenly leaned over, and lightly touched the little monk's face with her lips.
The movement in Jing Yuan's hands paused, and he suddenly raised his head.
The pair of lacquer-like black eyes stared at her blankly.
From clear to cloudy.
From bewildered to fiery.
Leng Yumo's face also burned little by little after being watched by those eyes.
She suppressed her shyness and panic, and turned her head away from the man's sight: "What are you looking at? If you don't look at the fire, the water will burn dry."
However, even if he didn't look back, the scorching gaze didn't recede from him for a moment.
Just when Leng Yumo couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to turn back.
The ground under his feet shook violently.
"what happened?"
Leng Yumo was startled, and then felt a pair of strong and powerful hands around her waist, and her figure suddenly rose into the air.
The island below, which had already been bitten by the turtle, was crumbling.
Leng Yumo exclaimed, "You made fish soup!"
There was a low laugh in his ears.
This time, the little monk's voice was no longer holy and clean with Buddha nature.
It is inexplicably deep and magnetic like a feather touching people's hearts.
Leng Yumo only felt heat in her ears.
Then I saw the fish soup flew into the little monk's sleeve together with the fire crystal pot.