Your aunt is indeed your aunt.

One sentence.

Let Yingqian suddenly become enlightened.

Isn’t the way to leave the illusion already known?

She was gearing up and waiting for Du Yan to return home from farming.

But it was all dark.

Only then did Ying Qian see Du Yan coming back with a wooden basin and washing the sheets and clothes.

Don't say it yet.

This look.

She's quite a little daughter-in-law.

If it weren't for Yingqian, he would still be weak all over.

She really wanted to believe that this monk was a kind-hearted and gentle master.

pity.

Yingqian rubbed the red marks on his wrists.

She didn't forget it.

Du Yan never listens to what others say.

He is domineering and strong.

What you do.

It was almost like throwing all the sutras I had recited into the dog's belly.

Yingqian even wanted to write a letter and send it to the temple so that Duyan's master could come out and take him in as an evil disciple.

"Aqian."

Du Yan saw Ying Qian standing at the door, as if waiting for him.

He was immediately filled with joy.

He stepped forward and was about to speak when Yingqian suddenly snatched the wooden basin from his hand and threw it to the ground.

The sheets and clothes that were originally washed were muddy again.

Yingqian raised his eyebrows.

And in front of Du Yan, he made up for it quite rudely.

She did it on purpose.

This monk does not have a very good temper.

In addition, according to Aunt Zhang's words, no matter how deep the feelings are, they will be wiped away in endless quarrels.

Besides.

Du Yan's love for her.

It's simply not true.

As long as the noise is loud enough, fierce enough, and enthusiastic enough.

He might be able to give up to Du Yan, so he gave up on his own initiative.

Yingqian narrowed his eyes.

Feeling that the fuss wasn't enough, he kicked the door again.

Wooden doors are not strong enough.

He was kicked by her and trembled twice, almost breaking into two pieces.

Yingqian hummed a random tune.

He got out of the way, revealing the messy room that had been smashed.

She had a hard day's work.

All I had to do was remove the windows.

There is not a single object in the room, but it is still complete.

It's almost a ruin.

Yingqian was confused all over the place.

His little face was full of disgusting coquettishness.

She thought that Du Yan had been busy outside for a long time, and when he returned home, he encountered this scene again. Even the Bodhisattva's temper was about to get angry.

Yingqian was ready for a big quarrel.

But Du Yan was silent for a long time, but then he asked:

"Is your hand hurt?"

Yingqian: "?"

She worked as a demolition crew all afternoon.

What this person cares about is whether she injured her hand?

"you..."

Yingqian opened his mouth.

I don't know whether I should say bad words or thank Du Yan for his concern.

She was very upset.

The feeling of a fist hitting cotton is really extremely uncomfortable.

However, after Du Yan, his face was still calm and calm.

Picked up the dirty clothes on the floor.

He asked again:

"I'm going to clean up. Just wait for me. Have you eaten yet?"

"Um."

Yingqian nodded with a dull look on his face and said listlessly:

"Aunt Zhang brought vegetable dumplings, which are quite delicious."

Du Yan pursed his lips and said suddenly.

"If you like it, I can learn it too."

"Farewell." Yingqian rolled her eyes and said, "You'd better clean up the room quickly. I don't want to sleep in a place like this at night."

It was obviously all done by her.

The one she dislikes now is herself.

But Du Yan just nodded.

He moved a chair and placed it outside the door. He picked out the only clean clothes he had and put them on Yingqian's shoulders.

Yingqian nibbled on melon seeds.

Watching Du Yan busy cleaning up and tossing around.

Quite surprised.

This man is not a temperless person.

How could you endure such provocation?

Could it be that he didn't do it ruthlessly enough and didn't push Du Yan's bottom line?

Yingqian is still thinking here.

On the other side, Du Yan had already tidied up the bed.

He first carried Ying Qian to bed, and then spent an unknown amount of time cleaning up alone in the middle of the night.

Waiting for Ying Qian to open her eyes.

All the mess that she had made before was restored to its original state.

"Does this person have magic?"

Yingqian murmured and pushed the tea bowl on the bedside to the ground.

With a crisp sound.

Broken porcelain pieces littered the floor.
To be continued...