Yingqian: "...Master, calm down!"

She really didn't expect that this would be the development in the fantasy world.

It went from being in crisis to being inexplicably banned from broadcasting.

It's so exciting.

She really couldn't bear it.

Yingqian stepped back continuously.

Du Yan had no intention of letting her go.

The black-haired monk grabbed her ankles and made Yingqian unable to move without even using any force.

He still had a compassionate look on his face.

Looks indifferent.

The eyebrows are gentle.

It's like what he did, not these blasphemous things.

But sincerely worship the Buddha.

Du Yan's body temperature is on the high side.

Even the fingertips were a bit burning.

Yingqian looked into his eyes filled with fire and shuddered inexplicably.

"Little... little master..."

Her voice was trembling.

Putting on a pitiful expression, he took the initiative to grab Du Yan's sleeves.

"I know I was wrong, I..."

"Aqian."

Du Yan sighed softly.

His big palm covered her little hand and trapped it in his palm. He said slowly:

"You lied to me again."

Yingqian was startled.

Don't know why.

She looked into Du Yan's dark eyes and felt a sense of panic that she had been seen through.

But Yingqian responded very quickly.

His eyes widened with confusion.

"I didn't, Du Yan, what are you talking about?"

"It's okay."

Du Yan sighed softly.

On the back of her snow-white palm, countless gentle kisses fell.

There was a smile on his lips and he said slowly:

"It doesn't matter if you lied to me, I won't let you leave me no matter what, A-Qian."

His voice is deep.

The sandalwood scent on her body formed an airtight net.

Trapped Yingqian in it.

There is no way to escape.

She looked at Du Yan.

It was clearly that familiar face.

Even the cinnabar-red mole between the eyebrows exudes a touch of transcendent nobility.

Duyan was originally the Buddha who stood high in the world.

Compassionate and indifferent.

But for Yingqian, he took the initiative to step into the world of mortals and fell into the hell of depravity and love.

This person.

It makes Yingqian both strange and familiar.

"I don't know what to say to you."

She withdrew her hand forcefully, rubbed her forehead vigorously, and said helplessly:

"But Du Yan, this is really an illusion. You are a monk, how could you possibly marry a wife!"

"Maybe it's because..."

Du Yan lowered his eyes.

It seemed that Yingqian was a little depressed because of his resisting movements.

"Aqian, I really...want to be with you."

It seemed like a gentle breeze was blowing.

Juan's murmur fell into Yingqian's ears.

She was stunned for a moment.

But soon.

Yingqian came to his senses again, shook his head, and said in a deep voice:

"Duyan, you don't love me, you are affected by the illusion. This illusion was created by my memories, so you..."

She tried hard to explain to Du Yan.

Thinking that he is a profound man after all.

Explained clearly.

Du Yanyi figured it out.

Maybe they can go out together.

But after hearing Ying Qian's words, Du Yan's only reaction was to take off his outer robe.

Yingqian: "?"

What's going on with this guy?

Don't you even listen to what others say?

How much saliva she had wasted, but it was of no use!

Ying Qian's mouth twitched.

Subconsciously I wanted to touch the knife.

never mind.

Tired.

Destroy it.

Just fucking die for her!

But Yingqian's knife hasn't been taken out yet.

Du Yan approached her first.

He looked hurt.

It seemed that what Ying Qian said just now was an extremely heavy hurt to him.

Of course.

If only he could be kinder with his hands.

If he didn't dig under the hem of his clothes, Yingqian might really believe it.

She could not wait to pull Du Yan's collar and give him two more fists to make him wake up more quickly.

"You don't love me, you do it because the person in my memory loves me, that's why..."

Ying Qian covered her collar.

Backing away continuously.

But how big can a bed be?
To be continued...