Just when Leng Yumo thought he wouldn't answer.

She heard the little monk say "hmm" in a low voice.

ah--!

At this moment, Leng Yumo felt like there were ten thousand fireworks blooming in her heart.

She really wanted to jump up, howl loudly and dance at the sea in front of her to vent her joy.

reserved!

Leng Yumo, you must be reserved!

What if the little monk who was finally caught is scared away?

After finally calming down, I saw the little monk's pair of slender and well-proportioned hands, as clean as jade carvings, which were not even stained with blood on weekdays, handling smelly and dirty fish and shrimp.

I felt reluctant to let go.

She grabbed the little monk's hand and said, "Stop cooking. I have dry food. Just deal with it."

Even if the young monk's hands are not used for chanting sutras and are not shrouded in the Buddha's light, they should still be clean and his fingers should not be touched by spring water.

How to deal with these smelly fish and shrimp?

Jingyuan raised his head and glanced at her.

The long eyelashes hang down, and even if they try hard to tighten them, they can't hold back the upturned corners of her mouth.

"Little monk... Before I became a disciple of Master, I spent many years wandering alone. What I can do..."

After a pause, he added: "My craftsmanship is not bad."

"I can cook it for you every day from now on. You... don't have to eat what others cook."

Leng Yumo was stunned for a long time before she came to her senses.

Jingyuan was repeating what Lu Junjia had 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 had a sweet smile on her face, "Okay, from now on I will only eat what you cook, little monk."

Jingyuan's face turned redder.

The curvature of the corners of the mouth is 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 mine.

There is almost no blemish on the face.

How could there be such a handsome, shy, and cute little monk in the world?

Every detail of it seems to be tailor-made to fit your own needs.

An impulse surged into my heart.

Leng Yumo suddenly leaned over and lightly touched the young monk's face with her lips.

Jingyuan paused in his movements and suddenly raised his head.

Those black eyes like paint stared at her blankly.

From clear to turbid.

From confusion to passion.

Leng Yumo's face started to heat up little by little when she was looked at by those eyes.

She suppressed her shyness and panic, turned her head, and avoided the man's gaze: "What are you looking at? If you don't look at the fire, the water will boil dry."

However, even if he didn't look back, the burning gaze never retreated from him for a moment.

Just when Leng Yumo couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to look back.

The ground beneath my feet shook violently.

"What's going on?"

Leng Yumo was startled, and then she felt a pair of strong hands wrap around her waist, and her figure suddenly rose into the air.

The island below, which had already been chewed apart by black turtles, was now falling apart.

Leng Yumo exclaimed: "You made the fish soup!"

A low laughter sounded in my ears.

This time, the young monk's voice was no longer pure and holy with the nature of Buddha.

It's an inexplicable low magnetism that is like a feather teasing one's heart.

Leng Yumo only felt a heat at the base of her ears.
Chapter completed!