Chong is afraid that people will be stupid.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously.

He was silently hoping that the scene in front of him was an hallucination caused by sweeping the floor too much.

How could it be possible for his senior brother, who was like a god and Buddha, to have such a physical intimacy with Yingqian, a witch, in front of everyone?

Must be dreaming!

Chong was afraid that his face was stiff, so he forced himself to grin at Du Yan and said:

"Brother, I...I seem to..."

"What’s wrong with you?"

Yingqian tilted his head.

Seeing that Chong was afraid of losing his mind, he said with great concern:

"A ghost has possessed you? Do you want me to help you exorcise the devil? Don't worry, I'm super professional!"

She spoke?!

And he can actually hear the voice of this witch?

Chong's eyes widened, he couldn't help it, and exclaimed with a broken face:

"Why are you still here?!"

"strangeness."

Yingqian swayed her calves, and the silver bell hanging on her ankle made a clear and crisp sound.

There was a trace of laziness on her strikingly white face. She glanced sideways at Chongfang, and made a slightly hoarse sound from her red lips.

"Of course I will be by Du Yan's side."

"But...."

Chong was afraid of just glancing at her.

He turned his head in a hurry.

Don't know why.

He thought the scene of Du Yan holding Ying Qian was very strange.

Just looking at it made Chong inexplicably afraid and felt uneasy from the top of his heart.

As if he shouldn't be standing here.

Du Yan ignored Chong Pan and took Ying Qian back to his Zen room. He placed her on the cave and said:

"I'm going to see the master. You have a good rest."

"good."

Ying Qian nodded.

She was terribly tired now, and every bone in her body was aching. She really had no intention of continuing to compete with Du Yan.

He rolled up under the quilt and fell asleep almost immediately.

Du Yan was not in a hurry to leave.

He sat on the edge of the couch and looked at the sleeping Ying Qian, with a gentle look between his brows.

This is...

His girl.

Even when he was struggling and thinking and couldn't escape for a long time.

He also persisted in admiring his woman.

Du Yan sighed softly.

The fingertips, covered with a thin layer of calluses, caressed Yingqian's cheek.

Her skin feels wonderful to the touch.

Soft and sweet.

It seemed like even the slightest amount of force would hurt her.

Du Yan's fingertips slid down along his cheek.

Yingqian's original naked skirt had been torn to pieces and turned into strips of cloth that could not be worn at all.

She could only wear Du Yan's undershirt, the sleeves and hem had grown a lot, and the collar was also loose.

Du Yan lowered his eyes and saw the marks that belonged to him densely covered between the collarbones of his neck.

He was in a good mood immediately.

She tidied Yingqian's collar and carefully covered her with a quilt.

Du Yan was about to leave.

After hesitating for a moment, he still leaned down and placed a light, feather-like kiss on Ying Qian's eyebrows.

"wait for me."

A subtle sound floated in my ears.

It seemed like a warm breeze.

Yingqian turned over.

He buried his face in the quilt.

She didn't know how long she slept for.

The sunlight that penetrated the room was still warm and hot.

The aroma of meat floating next to your breath smells good...

etc!

Meat aroma?

Yingqian's eyes widened suddenly.

She trotted open the door and saw Chongfang at first glance.

He knelt down beside the desk, facing the food box next to him, and swallowed secretly.

Probably too greedy.

Not even Yingqian's footsteps could be heard.

"Hello!"

Yingqian suddenly increased his volume on purpose.

Chong was so frightened that he shivered and almost rolled to the side.

He raised his eyes and took a look.

When he saw it was Ying Qian, he immediately became furious.

"You... why are you like this?"

"It's just a joke, don't be angry."

Yingqian walked over, glanced at the food box, and asked with a smile:

"Want to eat?"

"I don't eat meat!"

Chongpan snorted softly.

He pushed the food box and brought it to Ying Qian, saying:

"Senior brother asked me to give it to you."

He was very angry.

Seeing that Yingqian was really rude, he opened the food box, pulled out a roasted chicken leg and put it into his mouth, which made him even more annoyed.

"You really eat it?! This is a temple, how can you..."

Chongfeng's voice became smaller and smaller.

When I thought that this roast chicken was caught and made by Du Yan himself, I felt inexplicably unconfident.

"You damn witch, what on earth did you pour into my senior brother?"

"I?"

Yingqian bit the chicken leg and said vaguely:

"Don't tell me, I really don't know. Maybe it's...fate or something?"
To be continued...