The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father: 3511 belongs to her marriage, how about the monk (four) (seeking votes)

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Just when Leng Yumo thought he would not answer.

She heard the little monk whispered "um".

Ah——!

Leng Yumo felt that there were 10,000 fireworks blooming in his heart.

She really wanted to jump up and howl at the sea in front of her, dancing with her hands to vent her joy.

Reserve!

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 slender and well-proportioned pair of clean hands that were carved like jade and not even bloody, dealing with the smelly and dirty fish and shrimp.

I felt reluctant for a while.

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

Even if the hands of the little monk are not used for chanting and are not covered by the Buddha's light, they should be clean, and their fingers should not touch the sun and spring water.

How can we deal with these fishy fish and shrimps?

Jing Yuan raised his head and glanced at her.

The long eyelashes hang down, even if they try to stretch, they can't stretch the corners of the upturned mouth.

"Little monk... before I worshipped the master, I spent many years alone outside. These things I can do..."

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

"In the future, I can also make it for you every day. You... don't have to eat other people's."

Leng Yumo was stunned for a long time before reacting.

Jing Yuan repeated what Lu Junjia said before.

It turns out that he has been protecting himself not only from a distance.

I even heard the conversation between myself and Lu Junjia.

Not only did I hear it, but I also got jealous.

Leng Yumo even put on a sweet smile on his eyebrows, "Well, I will only eat the little monk you made in the future."

Jing Yuan's face turned redder.

The curvature of the corners of the mouth is higher.

The sun fell on his side face, illuminating the little monk's white and crimson skin to the smallest detail.

He is a man, but his skin is better than himself.

There are almost no blemishes on the face.

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

Every bit, every point, seems to be tailored to suit my own heart.

An impulse surged in my heart.

Leng Yumo leaned over suddenly, touching her lips lightly on the little monk's face.

Jing Yuan's hand motion stopped, and he suddenly raised his head.

The black eyes stared at her blankly.

From clear to turbid.

From perplexity to blazing heat.

Leng Yumo's face burned a little when he was seen by those eyes.

She suppressed the 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 boil."

However, even if he did not look back, the scorching sight did not recede from him for a moment.

Just when Leng Yumo couldn't bear to look back.

The ground under my feet shook violently.

"What's the matter?"

Leng Yumo was startled, and then he felt a pair of strong hands encircling his waist, and his body suddenly rose into the air.

The island below, which had been bitten by the mysterious turtle, was now disintegrating.

Leng Yumo exclaimed: "The fish soup you made!"

A low laugh came from my ear.

This time, the voice of the little monk is no longer holy and clean with Buddha nature.

It's an inexplicable low-magnetism that is like a feather fluttering at the heart.

Leng Yumo only felt the heat in his ears.

Then I saw the fish soup flying into the little monk's sleeve along with the hot crystal pot.