After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 322|Extra: Meow night (4)
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Realizing that she was likely to be embarrassed, Qiao Wan frowned and made a decisive decision. She immediately pulled out Wen Sixingzhu and slashed her arm hard! !
Blood flowed down the wound, and the pain briefly took over the lust. Her brain regained clarity for a moment. Qiao Wan tightened her lips, tried hard to suppress the redness on her face, and continued to rummage through the erotica in the cabinet non-stop.
If you can't hold on any longer, give yourself a knife. If you can't hold on anymore, give yourself a knife. If you apply this method, the blood marks on your arms will look particularly shocking.
It's a pity that I still found nothing at the end. I knelt down on the carpet, Qiao Wan's heart pounding, and I thought drowsily.
It's over. It's definitely too late to look for it again.
I had no choice but to sit cross-legged and try to suppress this desire with my spiritual power. But because her desire could not be relieved, Qiao Wan shed trembling tears.
On the one hand, it was due to physical reasons, but on the other hand, I burst into tears from embarrassment. In my senior’s study room... I felt like it was an insult to the cabinet full of Buddhist scriptures. I was so embarrassed and angry that I wanted to look for a time machine everywhere.
Until the study door creaked open, Master Miaofa walked into the study, with a thin layer of snow falling on his shoulders. Under the candlelight, his brows were soft and as dark as smoke.
I was worried at first, so I stood there for a while, then followed with frowning eyebrows. Unexpectedly, I bumped into this girl whose face was abnormally red, trembling and crying.
Miaofa Venerable's eyes tightened and his face tightened, "What's going on?"
Qiao Wan struggled to open her eyes. Wherever she looked, she could only see a blur of blue, like a blooming blue peony, painted with exquisite fine brushwork.
As soon as I was about to speak, tears immediately fell down, mainly out of shame, as I stumbling anxiously to explain.
"Senior...Senior!! It's okay...I...I have some problems with my luck..."
As soon as she finished speaking, the person in front of her seemed to be silent for a long time. He looked at her intently, suddenly turned around and left the study. Before leaving, he didn't even forget to close the door.
Qiao Wan breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down, and continued to concentrate on dealing with the passion rushing in her Dantian.
As soon as he left the study, Master Miaofa went to fetch a basin of water and put a white towel on the edge of the basin.
Qiao Wan was lying on the ground in a daze, as if she felt sandalwood gently brushing the tip of her nose. She felt like a turtle being turned over, and then there was the sound of water flowing from a towel in her ears, and her forehead was covered Got something cold.
So comfortable.
Physiological tears flow down unconsciously.
When the temperature of the white towel gradually climbed up, Miaofa pursed her lips again. Although her eyebrows were still cold and stern, she continued to soak her with water patiently and gently, and wiped her body to cool down.
But the area to be rubbed is limited to the top of the neck.
But the more he rubbed, the more he seemed to be infected by the temperature of the girl's body. Under his hands was a young and vital body, and he was the one who suffered the torture.
Qiao Wan was wearing clothes from her world, with a pink bow on the collar that was stained with water. Miaofa tightened her jaw and reached out to pin the crooked bow back.
However, this touch exposed a section of the girl's fair neck, which was slightly pink, and her whole body was dripping with sweat.
The bow is even more crooked.
The man's fingertips were frozen in mid-air at a loss. He didn't know whether to pin them back again or leave them crooked like this.
Having just noticed everything that was wrong with Qiao Wan, even Master Miaofa finally noticed that something was wrong.
His unspeakable desire was not born because of Qiao Wan, but because there was something else in the house, but he didn't know where he was hiding.
There seemed to be a thin voice laughing in my ears.
The younger generations will be able to detect that something is wrong. As a Buddhist sect, if you are truly pure in heart and have few desires, you will definitely notice that something is wrong immediately. And your first reaction was to blame yourself for having a dirty desire for your descendants. You didn't expect the strangeness in the middle. It seems that you had this idea early on, but today your desire was aroused again. out.
You are in vain to be a Buddhist venerable, in vain to be a teacher of monks in the world, your Zen heart is so weak.
Master Miaofa refused to show weakness, his eyes were like two knives, and he was swiping at the empty study room. His fingers were clenched tightly, as if to prove something, and he continued to remove the bow on Qiao Wan's neck, and his fingertips were Wet with sweat, my heart skipped a beat, and I leaned down another inch.
The fingertips slid over the other party's delicate and warm skin, Miao Fa silently closed his eyes, and black energy rose on the coquettish face.
I don’t know if I’m angry with myself or something else.
The girl's body is not very fair and soft, but it is strong and plump. The lines of her waist are smooth, as delicate and moving as white jade.
In this way, he half-knelt in front of Qiao Wan, with a cold look on his brow, twisted the towel for her and applied it to her, serving her for most of the night.
In the middle of the night, Qiao Wan's condition worsened. Instead of suppressing it, her spiritual power was surging wildly in her Dantian. Miaofa tried to free up a hand to help her comb it, but unfortunately it failed.
The more they were combed, the more messy they became, and both of them turned into a ball of yarn.
Qiao Wan opened her eyes in a daze and vaguely saw someone standing in front of her.
She didn't know who the other person was, but she only knew that this person could help her.
It was enough that he could help her, as long as he was not a venerable person. But she couldn't remember who the venerable person was. She was afraid that he would leave, and she tried to stop him in a panic. She didn't know whether she grabbed the hem of his clothes or the corners of his sleeves. .
She couldn't hear what he said clearly, as if he was separated by a thin veil, far away from her.
But instead of helping her, his eyebrows became more fierce, as if he wanted to slap her to death on the spot.
Qiao Wan was about to cry.
"Brother, please do me a favor."
"Please."
He was half-kneeling, his body slightly stiff, and his face seemed stiff.
Miaofa knew that Qiao Wan didn't recognize him at all.
The other party was like a beauty in the clouds, flowers in the mist, and Qiao Wan was so anxious that she was like an ant on a hot pot.
The other party half-closed his eyes, his slender eyelashes quivering like crow feathers. He endured it again and again. The white, well-jointed hand hesitated for a long time, then gently took off the bow, and then hesitated again. For a moment, he pushed the girl against the wall without her feet touching the ground.
Maybe he is really crazy.
The other party hung on her body, and as expected, she couldn't hold such a thin waist at all. She fell down and was picked up again. She buckled the waist and pressed down, crying like rain.
It took a while for Qiao Wan to recognize who the person in front of him was.
The other party's long dark blue hair was scattered, her lips were half pursed, and she remained silent. Sweat fell down her smooth and smooth face, falling on her shoulders. There was a faint hint of spring in the corners of the beauty's cold eyes. , but seemed to be sulking, forcibly lowering his eyes, suppressing the spring feeling.
Qiao Wan's eyes widened in shock, and her pupils instantly shrank to the size of a pinprick.
Venerable sir, this is Venerable Miaofa! !
——"Confucianism has a saying that the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. In this world, perhaps only the friendship between gentlemen can last long."
"Qiao Wan, are you willing to ignore my age, become my equal, and truly be my good friend on the journey of cultivation?"
"I am hundreds of years older than you. I know that this is not fair to you. If you don't want to, I won't force you."
Qiao Wan knew that the other party’s thoughts had always been on the righteous path of Buddhism, and that returning to secular life was not for his own sake, but that after committing murder, he would have no face to occupy the position of a revered person again.
Her delicate girlish thoughts and love brain are more like willful and blasphemous. Her likes are her own business. She will keep her limits and not let the other party bother her, until one day she can break through these romantic feelings.
Although she is a bit cruel to herself, she is still a girl after all. She does not want to show her ugly appearance in front of the respected Buddhist senior, and does not want to embarrass the other person.
The overwhelming sense of shame made Qiao Wan couldn't help but cry. She pursed her lips and struggled fiercely subconsciously, but the other party seemed to have misunderstood her meaning. His handsome eyebrows stared at her closely, and his tall nose rubbed against hers. He held his neck and forced her to eat deeper. The other person's calmness and composure made Qiao Wan feel even more ashamed. Her tears couldn't stop falling. She couldn't tell whether it was humiliation, shame or something else. .
But the man seemed to have made up his mind. Although he slowed down because of her begging for mercy, he never stopped. He did not dare to look at her at all. His eyes were cold and cold, and when his eyelashes were opened, they seemed to be burned by fire. He lowered his eyes and sat down with her in his arms.
The girl's hand grabbed the scar on his back and wanted to push him away. Miaofa's face was as sinking as water, and she stubbornly resisted the other's movement. She pressed the other's hand to her side, preventing her from pushing away and forcing her. Keep eating.
The little local dog hangs around the noble and cool big cat all day long, but is too timid to express his thoughts. He can only sniff left and lick every day, wagging his tail, and laughing very happily. .
Now, the big cat grabbed him and slapped him to the ground.
I don’t know how long it took, but the sky seemed to be getting brighter, and the sunlight shone on the girl’s wet short skirt. He frowned, took off his clothes, wrapped the other person well, and stood up again. I went outside to fetch a basin of water and came back. I knelt half in front of the couch and carefully and patiently helped clean her little by little. Her long hair hung down on her cheeks. She looked docile and virtuous, completely different from last night.
At this point, having reached this point, there is no turning back.
After sitting on my knees for a long time, I thought I might be hungry after working hard all night, so I stood up and went to the kitchen, cooked a pot of porridge, rolled up half of my sleeves, and cut a plate of pickled vegetables.
Lu Xiebao got up early and Qiao Wan was not awake yet. He stared at the half plate of pickles for a long time. Yuan Dai’s eyebrows wrinkled in dissatisfaction. Miaofa silently picked up the apron and kneaded the dough. .
It is indeed a bit shabby to eat these so early in the morning.
After steaming a plate of milk cake, he returned to the study with the plate.
As soon as he returned to the study, Master Miaofa stood frozen at the door, his beautiful face as stiff as an iron pimple, and the white spots on his face looked particularly funny in this situation.
The study room was already empty.
Only the mess and a pink headband are left.